Posts Tagged ‘Moon’

Hey there inmates!

How are you doing? Having a nice week? Keeping your socks clean and such? That’s just fab to hear! I’m having an alright week as well. I’ve felt productive and reasonably confident in my work, which is always something of a novelty. I think it’s that novel nature that leads me to declare it each time it happens. Almost like memorializing it for myself. Haha!

So, it’s a wednesday. Once more into the breach! It’s time for another edition of the Harlequins writing music today. Once again there is a theme to my musical choices today. Have any of you seen the clue on my social media? Any idea what it is? To be honest, it was a pretty obvious clue. But not everything has to be so machiavellian eh?

The theme for todays post is space! The very image and enigma of space has inspired countless artists in the past. Oh yes indeed! That “final frontier” in the words of one of those Star Trek guys. I’ve always found it fascinating. From the moon, to the stars. From artwork of a nebula, to the planets of our solar system. It’s just all so gargantuan and beyond anything a human mind can conceivably compute. It’s just so inspiring. I can spend hours of the night just looking up wondering what’s up there. What mysteries does that black void hold? There are many songs about aspects of space. Or just give the feeling of floating around in a vacuum. Many people write about the moon and it’s eerie but romantic face. I’ve heard songs about the night sky as an image, a giant landscape painting. I could go on all day, but I imagine you guys want to hear some music eh? Let’s listen to five song and artists that I feel encompass the marvels of the stars beyond.

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

TheFatRat – MAYDAY
https://twitter.com/ThisIsTheFatRat

Peter Schilling – Major Tom
https://www.peterschilling.com/

Muse – Supermassive Black Hole
https://www.muse.mu/

David Bowie – Space Oddity
https://livemap.davidbowie.com/

Thin Lizzy – Dancing In The Moonlight
http://www.thinlizzy.org/

And there we go for another volume of the Harlequins writing music!

So, what do you think? There’s some intergalactic tunes for you all. There are many others I could have included of course. Special mention to Walking on the moon by REM, it missed the list by the slimmest of margins. I also think it’s worth mentioning the sheer number of relaxation mixes of music inspired by space. Nothing is more calming than some soft echoing tones while looking at beautiful picture of the universe. I hope you all enjoy my choices for this week and that you check these artists out if you’re unfamiliar. I know it’s basically a cardinal sin to not have heard of David Bowie, but even so! Haha!

Let’s have some social media nonsense for this week eh? The asylum has a presence on other social media sites. I have a Facebook page, an Instagram page and an account on Twitter. I share random things over there and I also share clues for my poems and writing music themes a few hours before they are posted. If you enjoy what I do here at the Asylum, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page. Thanks for everything people!

Until next week, 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.

There was an eclipse last night,
The atmosphere grew heavy,
I scanned it with bloodshot eyes,
And I grew fearful,
To witness such beauty being obscured,
By a shadow of such an evil thing,

Witching hour…

As the lunar goddess was enshrouded,
The voices began their furor,
Rageful claws bore down,
Driven insane by the night air,
Be they spectre or succubi?
I was not privy,

New dawn…

I awaken sore and beaten,
Crimson scratches down my back,
A bruise or four,
I leave the abode into daylight,
The sun has taken the sky,
And I grow fearful.

Sleep escapes me,
I claw at its heels numbly,
At last I give up,
Time for a walk,
Or is that sleepwalk?
The kaleidoscopic sky beckons.

I’m drinking in the night sky,
As if it were cultured wine,
Taking in its sights and flavours,
Regal and exotic,
Lavish and unexpected,
It is my celestial Aperitif.

I’m taking in all of its lights and colours,
Streaks of energetic and prismatic lights,
Impish stars peeking from behind clouds,
Playing eternal hide-and-seek with stargazers,
Distant foreboding light pollution,
Like a firestorm just out of touch.

I can’t help but shiver,
Shiver at the enormity of it all,
As the moon grins,
And the soothing breeze nips at my flanks,
I see how minute I am,
How infantile mankind must look to the galaxy.

Only the night sky reveals this cruel fact,
And displays it to us in the night,
Until the sun rises once more,
And hell begins anew.

Nightsky

The moon is an icon to humanity,
A symbol some would say,
Of mankind’s progress,
An affirmation,
A testament,
A statement,
An idol.

Humanity reached the stars they said,
We are chosen they uttered,
The moon was conquered,
Mankind sipped victory,
What cavalier simpletons!

Do they not see the moons dark side?
Do they not watch as it turns away from us?
As if to hide an ominous grin.
The moon laughs at us,
Even smirking,
As we revel in our imagined victory.

Humanity reached the stars they said,
But as the moon turns,
It cracks a devilish grin.
You see,
The moon knows what’s waiting for us out there…

 

Grinmoon

I am hers,
And she will be mine.

I gaze upon her countenance nightly.
I worship her glowing radiance,
I marvel at her saintly luminosity,
I dote on every chilling whisper,
I cherish her mysterious embrace,
I admire her womanly curves.

I am hers,
And she will be mine.

Bah!
I speak not of some humble woman,
But of the grandest beauty in this mortal coil,
See how she watches over us,
Even as the treacherous sun turns its back.
If only I could caress her.

I am hers,
And she will be mine.

This void betwixt won’t keep us apart forever!
I’ll tear the very heavens down to kiss you,
To bask in your lunar glare,
To massage your crater-strewn form,
To take a place in the cold beside you,
To waltz in orbit with you.

I am hers,
And she is mine.
Or else.

Moonlight