Some writing music: Part 189

Hello there inmates!

Another week, another meandering post by yours truly! It’s getting much warmer now and that can only be a good thing. Except for one point. It’s a bank holiday this weekend coming up and, while that is great news for anybody that deserves a 3-day weekend, it means I have some rather long and stressful shifts on the way. As some of you may have noticed already, my posting schedule has been a little on the sporadic side for a week or two. This is simply me taking longer than usual to adjust to a new set of challenges I suppose. This weekend is just an example of that really. I’ll get there though my friends, I’ll get there! On the plus side: sun and money!

So anyways, you’re not here to listen to me rant about life are you? You’re here for the ‘CHOONS!’ right? Well, did you see the clue for our theme earlier today? It was one of my more obvious ones, in my opinion.

The theme for our Harlequins writing music today is really quite cool I think. It’s a breezy and often multicoloured thing that we all experience every day in some form or other. Ok, I’ll stop beating around the mulberry bush! The musical theme for today is the sky! Like I said, the clue was a little more apparent than previous ones. So, the sky then. You see what I mean about cool (or hot) and breezy and everywhere? It’s the firmament. It’s the aerial landscape. It is just as much as symbol of freedom as the open ocean, at least in my eyes. It’s something that can be blue or grey or orange or even black. So, as you’d imagine, musically songs about the sky can be pretty much just as varied. I’m not going to try and describe how the literal atmosphere can inspire art to you, I’m going to show you how five artists whom were inspired such.

So yes, please join me as we delve into the musical minds of airy artist the world over!

Owl City – To The Sky
https://www.owlcitymusic.com/

Florence + The Machine – Sky Full Of Song
https://florenceandthemachine.net/

Cider Sky – Northern Lights
https://www.instagram.com/ciderskyband/?hl=en

Manowar – Touch the Sky
https://manowar.com/

Arkasia – Pandemonium
https://www.facebook.com/ArkasiaConcept/

And there we have it once again! I actually tried to go for some more “out there” examples of my theme this week. Less traditional views of the sky, if that makes sense to any of you. Even if it doesn’t, I hope that you enjoy the musical choices this week regardless. My intention is to entertain first and foremost of course. Please go and check out these artists anyways, they all deserve the attention as ever!

Speaking of attention, mind if I request some of yours? In the social media sense you understand. It’s a hard time being a poetic clown on the internet you know! Would you consider supporting me on my other sites as well? I’ll include the links here in the text as ever! The asylum has a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and a page over on Twitter as well. Also, if you enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page as well! Thanks for everything!

Until next week, have a very crazy day!

Cryptids

The world is far more bizarre,
More populated with oddities,
Than we tend to believe,
There may yet be things out there,
Creatures unknown to science,

Things in the mountains,
Beasts leaving fur in pine trunks,
Things in the woods,
Hiding in plain sight within blurry photos,
Things under the waves,
Prehistory in Celtic lochs,
Perhaps even in the sewers,
Cold-blooded jaws laying amidst the grime,

These things were myths,
Figments of frightened minds,
Mere pareidolia,
But who knows?
Man is not omniscient.

Call Me Chaos

With glassy eyes you ask me,
What I am,
I am you,
All of you,

I am that hunger in your breast,
The puppeteer holding your strings,
I am the primordial ooze from whence you came,
I am that voice in your head,
That which raises your fist to another,
I am the dark shapes in your periphery,
Those whom make your pulse race,

I am each butterfly wing removed,
I am no theory,
I am intrinsic human nature,
Call me chaos.

The Grove

Come sit under the tree my friend,
You are safe now,
The green shall provide,
This haven of the arboreal,
This grove is for the lost,
The hurt souls of the modern world,

The canopy shall shield you from the rain,
The worlds slings and stones,
The fae among these toadstools shall regale you,
Tales from the many fantastical realms,
You shan’t go hungry,
The fruit of these briars shall provide aliment,

Be welcome my friend,
These boughs are your shelter,
Their shade shall be your shield,
You can heal from life here,
Until you finally decide to return,
And leave this grove in the past.

Wind Chime

The elements do speak to us,
Though we rarely heed their words,
Do you not hear the rage in an inferno?
The rhythmic dirge of the tides?
The grumbles of the tectonic shifts?
Their intentions are clear as ice,
But what of the wind?
Changeable and fickle,
The most mercurial of all,

She can only be translated by a wind chime,
It’s soft clinks offering phrases and tones,
Little shells tapping against bark,
Bucolic words as it sways,
A quaint little apparatus,
Made of string and shaped wood,
Only that can allow the wind to speak,
To converse,
And not just howl.

Some writing music: Part 187

Hello there inmates!

So we’re in a new week and it’s been a pretty good one at that. The weather has been hit or miss, but stuff in my personal life is really starting to look up a bit more. I may have found new employment that is likely to be a bit of an adventure for me. It’s an area I’ve only really scratched in the past. It’s been a real morale boost though, I can tell you that for nothing! I’m still very nervous about it despite the fact I’ve started already, but they have made me feel very welcome and I’m optimistic, which is always good! Smiles all around right now, painted or otherwise!

You know what day it is! Wednesday! Hopefully most of you know what that means here at the asylum. For anybody who is less accustomed to my “schedule” here, on Wednesdays I bypass writing a poem for the day and I share some music that I like to listen to while writing. These days, I typically keep to a single theme that the songs will emphasise. Think of it as a writing exercise as well as a showcase of some pretty awesome tunes! I shared the clue for todays musical theme on social media earlier on today. Did anybody see it?

Well, whether you saw it or not, here goes nothing! Todays musical theme is…. plants or botany! As many of you may know, I’ve created writing music lists about the animal kingdom in the past, so it’s only fair I represent the plant kingdom for once too eh? Just like any aspect of the natural world, flora has inspired artists of every discipline over the many years. From painters creating landscapes of flowering fields to writers creating alien plants for a fantasy universe. It could be the myriad looks and shapes and sizes of plants that could inspire ideas in an artists writing or creating. The tallest and most regal trees to the frankly bizarre varieties of flowers out there. They represent as many different things as there are plants out in the world. They are symbols of human ideas, just like the elements and many animals can be. So, perhaps I should get to the music eh? That’s what we all like!

So please, join me as we delve into the music of green-thumbed artists the world over!

Seal – Kiss from a Rose
https://www.sealofficial.com/

Black Sabbath – Orchid
https://www.blacksabbath.com/

Goo Goo Dolls – Iris
https://www.googoodolls.com/

Incubus – Psychopsilocybin
https://www.incubushq.com/

King Diamond – The Trees Have Eyes
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King_Diamond

And there we have it once again! If I trusted myself with a watering can I’d almost be tempted to get a little garden of snapping flytraps myself after all that! I’m not sure I could be trusted with flowers or the like to be honest. I know for a fact I can trust you lovely people to check out all of these artists and give them some love! They all deserve it, as I’m sure you’ll agree if you’ve read this far!

Speaking of which, If you’ve read this far, would be so kind as to just stick with me for this last bit. It’s my usual social media spiel you see! I am working as hard as I can to increase my reach on social media sites and bring my poems to as many eyes as I can. It’s an uphill battle as you can imagine but you could help me out by considering following or liking me over on those sites. I’ll include links here as always so give me a thought eh? The asylum has a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and lastly an account on Twitter as well! Also, if you really enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page as well! Thanks for everything and no pressure!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

The Golem

The man wasn’t born,
Never laid within a womb,
He was fashioned wholesale,
From mineral and clay,
A human form,
Standing above even the mountains,
Wearing nests and clouds as a shawl,
Dwarves would spelunk into his ears,
Searching for cerebral copper and iron,

His skin was the epitome of ore,
Diamonds and gems set in his eyes,
And Stalactites and stalagmites were his teeth,
His movements were tectonic,
Quakes shook at every footfall,
The man liked to tread upon soft grass,
Though he couldn’t tell why,
He would wander ad nauseum,
But did not know why,

You see,
He was just a golem.

Through Fingers

Though the Mother is hurting,
Whether by natural entropy,
Or by human hands,
Most refuse to see it,

Like scolded children,
We put on our blinkers,
As if in denial,
Ignoring the fumes and fires,

As the skies grow crimson,
And the seven seas boil,
We’re all peeking through fingers,
Witnessing our own ends,

But will nobody wield those same hands,
Just maybe,
And save the world.

Fishhook

It’s dream season,
So I’m going fishing,
Reclined beside the water,
As I whistle a jaunty tune,
A captive audience of lily pads and reeds,
I’m taking in the riverbank scent,
My fishhook is an extension of me,
My creative spirit,

I’m hoping for any whiff of a bite,
Hoping to snag a leviathan of art,
Some kind of piscine sculpture,
A painted cuttlefish,
A kaleidoscopic squid,
Or a school of clownfish,
I know they lay beneath the surface,
I spy them through my reflection.

Man of Thistle

I once met a man,
Ensconced deep in the park,
Reclined in a flowerbed,
Giving sermons to daffodils and oaks,
Forlorn he was,
And for good cause,

He was a man of a botanical nature,
A gentleman of thistles,
Humble in his manner,
Lilac-maned and garbed in thorns,
Within lay a pure heart,
But without wore a painful raiment,

You see,
He could not embrace his love,
He had never held her hand,
His thistles would only sting her,
Marring her snowy skin,
Drawing blood against his will.