Some writing music: Part 56 -An Ode To Halloween-

Hello there inmates!

I hope you’re all having a wonderfully mad day today. I hope you’re also enjoying the dwindling days of October as well. It’s hard to believe November is so close already. But you know what that means! Halloween is near as well! My favourite day of the year. I’d happily give up Christmas for a second Halloween and no that is not a joke. Haha! As you may be able to tell, I’m feeling much better from my little slump last week. I’m still not quite sure what caused that but I’m glad its been given its marchin orders.

So things here at the asylum have been performing much the same as usual. Traffic seems to be down a bit at the moment which is a pity but I suppose things just go like that sometimes. As long as I’m not irritating folks with my work recently or something. I’d feel very bad in that situation.

So, with that aside, it’s time for this weeks edition of the Harlequins writing music! As halloween is fast approaching I figured I would create a “spooky” themed list today. I’m going to include six (yes that’s right, six!) of the freakiest and scariest artists that I could think of. We need some unsettling imagery in this place! Some of these are likely to be artists that I’ve shared before. Lets get some interesting music videos going eh?

Join me this Halloween eve week as we delve into the musical minds of scary artists the world over!

Mushroomhead – Graveyard Du Jour
http://www.mushroomhead.com

God Module – Spooky
http://www.godmodule.org

Mr. Strange – Last Ride/Road To Ruin
http://www.mrstrangemedia.com

Ghostemane – Lazaretto
https://www.ghostemane.com

Marilyn Manson – The Dope Show
https://marilynmanson.com

Broken Peach – Bad & Ghostbusters
https://m.facebook.com/thebrokenpeach/

So there we have it for another drop of the Harlequins writing music!

That last one was sort of a joke. A very good song, but hardly threatening. I’m a big fan of all of these artists and I think they all deserve just all of the love. Give a clown a hand would you? Check them all out, you’ll not be disappointed. Everyone needs a bit of fear in their lives, no? Especially at Halloween!

So, heres the usual social media spiel! I have a Facebook page for the asylum, an Instagram page and a Twitter account. I share random photos from my mad life and also include clues for my poems a few hours ahead of their release. Also, if you enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over at the Ko-fi page. Cheers and I doff my hat to you!

Until next week, have a great Halloween inmates!

Witching Hour

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 Immaterial

I am surrounded by the Immaterial,
Fingers and faces I cannot see,
Like a wind tunnel splaying out to the heavens,
I feel it swirling around me like unnatural wind,
It’s like being submerged in icy water that pulses,

I dont know from whence this supernatural force materialised,
A heretofore unknown elemental dynamic,
Whispers and hymns sung in flux,
Butterflies and figures waltzing in florid vividity,
Their colours unaffected by the dusts of the air,

I dont know what these spectres want from me,
Be they incorporeal apparition or trick of the mind,
The whispers that I can’t help but heed,
Be it sorcery or illusion,
The tingles upon my skin that I cannot feel,

I am haunted by the Immaterial,
A force that sends my senses in to spasm,
Disbelief sprouts from my very mind,
And yet I cannot deny it,
This ever-present wind that screeches to itself,
Neither friend nor foe.

Elephants

I sit reclined upon this scathing sand,
With the resort of the present behind me,
Belly laughs and dances and skipping,
And the broiling sea of the past before me,
Do-overs and regrets and flashbacks,

I spy herds of elephants migrating along the horizon,
A parade of weighty emotions,
Carrying memories myriad of years past,
Mirages of yesteryear images against the sunset,
Fizzing above the waves,

The herd continues unabated,
Each heavy footfall was pachyderm remembrance,
A weighty vision of events past,
My brain sits astride them gazing back at me,
Quizzically inquiring why I look upon their assemblage of years gone,

Why look back?
Why hark to the trumpeting?
Forget the elephants and pain,
They do not walk in your future.

Some writing music: Part 55

Hello there inmates!

It’s your friendly neighbourhood Harlequin here once again! I hope you’re all having a grand old day and that you’re keeping safe as well. This week seems to be kicking my posterior a bit I’m afraid. Nothing is wrong at all, yet I’ve been feeling a tad worn down. Perhaps I’m not eating or sleeping too great. Its true I have found myself waking up a lot at night in the last few days. I’m most certainly not a fan. Here’s hoping for an improvement in the days to come.

On the positive side, its time for the next edition of the Harlequins writing music! A cause for celebration no? Or is that just in my head? Haha! So I have compiled another five artists that I enjoy listening to while writing and chilling out. A couple of these are actually recent finds. Some darker artists just in time for Halloween.

So, join me as we delve into the musical minds of outstanding artists the world over!

The Rasmus – In The Shadows
http://www.therasmus.com

SKYND – Elisa Lam
http://www.skynd-music.com

ODDKO – Disobey
http://www.oddko.com

Crazy Town – Butterfly
http://crazytownband.net

Deep Purple – Smoke On The Water
https://deeppurple.com

And there we have it for another printing of the Harlequins writing music!

Some interesting bands there eh? I recommend them all as I always do. However, I shall offer one word of warning. The band SKYND in particular can be unsettling, their videos at least. All of their music is based around true crime you see, so there can be some grim subject matter. Regardless I recommend all of these bands, they all deserve the attention and love!

So, let’s get on to my usual social media spiel eh? The asylum has a Facebook page, an Instagram page and a Twitter account. Come and show some love over there! Also, if you enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over at the Ko-fi page. Thank you so much my friends!

So, until next time, have a very crazy day inmates!

Mad Professor

Upon a lonely cliff,
At the limits of our aged city,
There lies a slaughterhouse-cum-laboratory,
Haunted by a man who cured sanity,
A professor of touched genius,
An unhinged heretic of science,
An ireful storm engulfs the old building,
As if nature itself fulminates at the reality of the doctors toil,
An experiment is in progress,
A rital of scientific blasphemy,
His zeal is absolute,

This haven of heinous vision,
A tinkerers paradise,
Lightbulbs and tesla coils,
Tools of all ghastly shades,
Slabs that may or may not have laid cadavers,
Unfinished projects,
Some inanimate and others scream for attention,
But he is focused upon todays business now,
A scheme the bad doctor has wrought for decades,
A plot the entire world shall witness,
The science of revenge,

An ember of a bunsen there,
And a dash of periodic table salts here,
Wide-eyed he gazes at the vials,
The sickly serums within pulse energetically,
Signalling their readiness,
These shall be his magnum opus,
The vapours from these hell-mouthed vials,
They shall cleanse this city that demonised him so cruelly,
The city shall choke,
No longer able to disparage his mind,
Next the rest of the world.

Stockholm Syndrome

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.

The Sinking of the Dead Jester

Here I tell you a tale quite grim,
On this gelid autumn eve,
Of a vessel taken by the great blue,
A languid ship dubbed the Dead Jester,
Of no particular valour nor deed was this ship known,
Save for the incompetence of its circus of a crew,
Captained by a blind clown of advanced years,
A lookout unable to discern port from star,
And helmed by a mute convicted maniac,
The locker had only to wait for its prize,
The waves have all the time in the world after all,

This abomination of a crew,
They were destined for the abyss,
They had no care for this fate though,
There were nightly mutinies over scraps,
Every malm travelled was stricken with insane discontent,
Clowns wrestled with jugglers over imaginary lifeboats,
One man carved a hole in the hull looking for god,
The ship obliged yet in the wrong direction,
As the terminal aspect of the vessel descended,
No souls of worth were lost,
None shall be missed or mourned.

Yokai

I kneel here out of the rain,
Beneath this temple canopy,
The walls wretch with the stink of an aramitama,
A structure corrupted in purpose,
The only soft light from rascal wisps amongst the bamboo,
Even the moon has forsaken this place,

The kami rise in angst,
They shriek to me in warning,
I hear it coming,
Heavy feet upon damp wood,
Demonic growls between drops of ichor,
The malevolent prescence of a yokai,

The dark sound is directionless,
A shroud approaching from all around,
Spiritual energy turned awry and malignant,
A hulk materialises,
An imposing figure with rage in its eyes three,
A dread oni,

My resolve is shattered at once,
I consider fleeing in to the rain,
Its stout feet impose closer,
The yokais horns shall feast well this night.

Some writing music: Part 54

Hello there inmates!

I hope that you’re all having a wonderfully splendiferous day today! I hope you’ve all been keeping safe as well, dont make me get the cattle prod! Jokes aside, its been a reasonably busy week. Spent a great deal of time demolishing a conservatory with my dad. Its hard work, but awfully fun. Not to mention cathartic! I’ve been feeling a little disconcerted that my recent work has been a tad overly political. I was wondering if you immates felt that it was a positive or would prefer I stick to my usual bizarre lane.

I’ve finally realised just how close we are to halloween now. Ive managed to find some stuff to begin painting my face again so I can’t wait to bring the Oldschool Harlequin back to life again. Not just for halloween either! Hehe!

So its time for our next edition of the Harlequins writing music today! I must confess it is beginning to become quite a strain to drag new bands out of my head this week. Its possible I may have repeated at least one of these bands, though the importance of said songs will be no less illustrious. Just a word of warning there! Haha!

So, join me as we delve into the musical minds of seminal artists the world over!

Dorp – London Out There
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorp_(band)

Grendel – Timewave Zero
https://www.grendel-hq.com

King Diamond – Masquerade Of Madness
https://www.kingdiamondcoven.com

Lady Gaga – Alejandro
https://m.facebook.com/ladygaga/

Miracle Of Sound – Liquid Nights And Disco Lights
https://www.miracleofsound.rocks

And there we have it for another sample of the Harlequins writing music!

Again, apologies if I have repeated a couple artists. I’m fairly certain that even if I have, Ive chosen different songs so that helps a bit. As always I hope you check out all of these artists and give them some love!

So, now for the social media bit. I have a prescence on multiple platforms by now. I have a Facebook page, a twitter account and an Instagram page. Also, if you enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over at the Ko-fi page. Thanks for all of your support!

Until next time, have a very crazy day inmates!