Posts Tagged ‘love’

Do you ever lay awake at night?
Beyond the turn of midnight,
Wondering why you weren’t enough,
Or how you could have performed differently,
Your mind painting new timelines,
Wishes upon tired stars,

The devils hour is thought sinister,
But bad karma only comes to those deserving,
It has become a stage for the crestfallen,
The night breeze is a fitting backtrack,
A subtle chill to the bone,
Numbing the body,

The demons of the hour recognise heartbreak,
For even they are angels to some,
They shall not bring more torment upon you,
They know your heart is the prime malignant harrier,
They spy the anguish on your cheeks,
The inconsolable tears upon your pillow,

This is no nightmare,
No black magic at work tonight,
No witchcraft or demonology,
This is simply a soul breaking down,
Heartbreak in the twilight,
A melancholy man or woman watched over by the moon,

This is real.

The best occasion is on my twisted mind,
The chilling palpitations have arisen,
I feel my skull begin to chatter,
The night of the harvest approaches,
And my desire to get spooky has taken over,
Let’s allow our hair down and our arms to drop off,

Let us dance under the disco ball of the moon,
Our cemetery dance floor awaits,
Amidst pumpkins and fallen skulls,
Music comprised of banshee wails and lycan howls,
Bear your own skulls friends,
The party of this crazy year begins,

Passing the overbearing bouncers in hockey masks,
We drank potions of all ilks,
I did the thriller with corpses,
A karaoke duet with something from the swamp,
I won arm wrestling against the Frankensteins monster,
A witch pecked me on the cheek,

We’ll have a grand old freaky time,
Boredom will run away in terror,
So raise your claws and tentacles and brooms,
All my monster chums out there,
Happy Halloween season to my fellow freaks,
Happy Samhain.

Floorward I weep,
I find myself a worn down soul,
A derelict and frigid mansion,
Filled with cobwebs of regrets strewn over furniture of lies,
My furnaces went dark ages ago,
On a break up beyond memory,

But you have come to me,
Soothing warmth that you are,
Installed anew within my walls,
Lips and caresses of soft lining,
Reigniting my aged kiln,
Bringing red passion to my corridors and cheeks anew,

You’ve brought this house to life again,
Returning my boiler to the sweltering fever it once was,
A fire of romance,
You’ve insulated my heart,
Enabling it to thaw my frozen veins,
You make my hovel of a life livable,

You make it worth living in.

The moon is bowing out,
The sky begins to turn blue,
The sun peaks out in anxiousness,
When the lager has fulfilled its vexing purpose,
My cell walls become a blur,
A certain grim loneliness falls over me,
I miss days and people of the past,
Diseases I’d thought vanquished,

A time I was a prisoner,
Without chains physical,
But mental bindings in the thousands,
I was thrall to a foul spell,
An infatuation I called love,
Or what I wrongly believed to be love,
A servitude I still bear scars of,
A malady I even thought to exalt,

It nearly killed me to be sure,
A dagger running its way into my chest,
But at times I miss the misery,
And pine for the pain,
But I ought never go back,
My days as a flagellant are over,
I have transcended the convict I once was,
Never again.

This world is indeed a carousel out of control,
Run on chemical disasters and hominid mistakes,
Fuels of chaos,
Colours and shapes that don’t fit,
A turmoil our minds were not designed for,
Dulling and stress-testing our mental blades,

But on this day of mental health aid,
I proclaim to you that you are alone,
Let my words built of granite support you,
Bolster your barricades and direct your first footfall,
A whetstone to sharpen your confidence,
Enabling you to cut down your demons,

Whichever torment has assailed you,
Many others shall be whetstones for you as well,
It is a global blight,
You need only reach out,
Scores of angelic blacksmiths ready to assist,
There is no need to suffer in silence,

Please.

Good day inmates!

I hope this post finds you well my friends. It is a bit later in the day than I had intended but work got in the way as it is inclined to do. I hope you’re all having a remarkable day and you feel fulfilled with the contents of said day! Its been a very busy week already and it nowhere near over yet! It brings in the cash to live on though I suppose.

Its time for another episode of the Harlequins writing music! As the title may have already revealed, this week shall be a tad different. I’m going to share five of my favourite live videos from some of the worlds greatest artists! I even watch entire live shows while im writing occasionally. There really is nothing like the ecstatic fever of an enamored crowd. It gives the music itself even more of an impact. It’s really something. Care to see? Well, best get all comfy and equip your best headphones! Let’s do this!

Join me as we delve into the musical minds of lively artists the world over!

Rammstein – Benzin
http://www.rammstein.de/en/home/

Depeche Mode – Enjoy The Silence
http://www.depechemode.com

Adam Lambert – Sleepwalker
https://www.adamlambert.net

Steam Powered Giraffe – Brass Goggles
http://www.steampoweredgiraffe.com

Lordi – Hard Rock Hallelujah
https://www.lordi.fi

So there you go!

Another week, another volume of the Harlequins writing music! I hope that you all enjoy the particular bands and shows that I picked. Just imagine yourself among those crowds and stand in awe of these marvellous artists. I think that would be a experience of a lifetime!

So, we come to the social media section.  I have a Facebook pagea Twitter account and an Instagram page. Also, if you like what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over at the Ko-fi page. Thanks for everything inmates!

Until next time, have a very crazy day inmates!

The moon calls,
The night desires me,
And I sit up as if commanded,
The dark has washed over me,
All hands and caresses,
Kisses on the neck,
Her crescent form atop me,
A blanket of lunar warmth,

Though her hands are stardust lambent,
I cannot see her with my weary eyes,
But the night breeze whispers of her presence,
My repose becomes akin to a dream,
The moon is a generous beau,
I love the night,
And my tears fall come the morning,
A lament before the sunrise.

When the day of the dead arrives,
And the time to remember kin comes with it,
There are no tears,
But grins from sugar skulls,
Dances within colours of all shades,
A parade of remembrance,

Light the copal,
Paint on to your faces fluorescent visages,
And dance among the cemeteries,
Hand in hand with family,
Mortal and incorporeal,
Awaken the very dead beneath you,

Your loved ones,
They are not gone,
Merely on a step into the spiritual,
They shall still observe you,
The skull giggles,
It shall guide them.

I see you,
I see what you’re doing darling,
What you’re intending,
The voracious hunger behind your pupils,
But not for me,
Nay,
But for what I can provide,

You let the mask slip a pinch,
Your words were unsalted butter,
Melting into my hungry ears,
Sustaining yet unhealthy,
Offering that which you had no intention of giving,
An out-splayed hand snapped away,
Toying with me like a yoyo,

You’d ask me for this,
You’d request that,
You’d see me a husk,
Spent and emaciated,
And yet order a stone from atop Olympus,
A pearl from the Mariana trench,
It’d never be enough,

You used me,
But no more,
I see you now.

Folks always extol the worth of certain souls,
Sportsmen and craftsmen and merchants,
Politicians and drivers and hairdressers,
They glorify the benefits these have upon their lives,
Overt blessings upon their lives,
But do think they think of the artists?
A true unifying force of human nature,

Less important?

Less palpable in their perks perhaps?
Sculpture to break up the monotony of construction,
Literature to open the mind,
Music to bring an emotive bounce to your being,
Paintings to lay bare invisible elements of the human condition,
Theatre to bring to life stories of eons,
Dancing to exhibit human beauty in mobile styles,

Less important?

Imagine your day without television or busker melodies,
Your living space without beautifying icons,
Without the great paintings of historical genius,
These may not keep your body alive,
But they breath life into your soul,
We need the arts to be human,
And not mere machines.