Posts Tagged ‘Oldschool Harlequin’

I’m a cult of one,
An acolyte of the written word,
Cloaked in a dressing gown robe,
I sit at this altar,
This writing desk,
My sacrificial pen in my clutches,

I begin the ritual,
My bloodshot mind’s eye,
Calls to dark places,
This page is the sacrifice,
To the voices between worlds,
The leaden weight of baneful gods,

By the end,
I am all sweat and aches,
The ritual is complete,
The words are on the damned page,
Creative aether,
Madness in letters.

Looking out to sea,
Reminds me of your face,
Each wave a memory,
Ashen is my face,
Since you left,

You returned to the fatherland,
I never heard your voice again,
Why did you vanish?
Do you miss me?
Do you even remember me?

You were a complicated soul,
At war with yourself,
But I adored you all the same,
You had a pretty form,
That screamed nonconformist,

Do you remember that night?
Among the gravestones,
When we first kissed,
You were never a lover,
But you were my true friend,

We were a pair,
Of eccentric clowns,
Dancing in the worlds misery,
Ballet in the sunless streets,
Nobody else could make me dance,

I won’t dance again.

I took a walk this morn,
Along a gloomy lane,
To ponder the world,
And my place in it,

The grey clouds,
They look so bleak,
Yet so free,
A blanket of sorrow,

The sky begins to weep,
Along with myself,
Like a somber choir,
Calling out into the fog audience,

They whisper to me as I drudge,
They tell me,
Even misery can be freedom,
Sadness is not made of chains,

Cry and still progress,
I return home a changed man,
The grey clouds,
They continue on to eternity.

A continuation of ‘Cerberus‘.

I was in hell,
I climbed out,
Through the barbed wire,
And viridian flames,
My charred body endures,
Even as strips of flesh yield,

That thrice-headed horror,
It hunted me here,
But it neglected the fact,
A prey cornered is vicious,
I dismembered it in glee,
I wear its teeth as trophies,

I don the cracked mask once more,
I am once more the apex,
I’m back,
They’ll suffer for their transgression,
Daring to end my imbrued crusade,
I’ll punish them all,

I hear the cattle call,
With their cell phones and banter,
Anathema to my senses,
My killer instinct,
It sends bolts down my spine,
Let’s punish the world,

Never was affluent in life,
So lets try unlife,
The world is my stage again,
My carnival of gore and chaos,
My charnel house,
My festival of blood,

My bloody legacy is renewed,
I’ll sit atop the corpses,
Of the whole world,
A holy throne,
Even the reaper shall bow to me,
Caked in the grisly glory,

Of my monument of gore.

Hello there inmates!

I hope you’re all having a fantabulous day! I know I am! This is a bit of a different kind of post today. It’s something of a self-promotion actually. Shameful self-promotion. I’ve been ruminating for days trying to work out how to word this one. I must have written and re-written this post two or three times by now. It’s infuriating!

You see, I just recently set up a Ko-fi page for the blog. It can be found here! For those of you who are not in the know, Ko-fi is a website that enables people to support their favoured struggling artist by donating small amounts of money. The price of a coffee in fact. Obviously this is just a starting point, people can donate as much or as little as they please. You may be able to see where this is leading…

I’ve created my own Ko-fi page not because I want people to pay me to keep writing or even because I feel I deserve it, but because I simply need some assistance. This is most definitely not a replacement for a job. It is simply a donation to help me write. I want to create more art for all of you inmates out there. I want to do some more pictures with costumes or more facepaint, and learn some basic photoshop wizardry. Maybe some kind of commissions? Those are just a handful of examples. The ideas are endless really.

So simply put, my point is, if anyone has enjoyed my work here at the asylum over the last few years, it’d mean the world if you could donate to help me out. All for the price of a coffee! If you don’t want to or cannot for whatever reason, that’s absolutely fine. I’m simply happy that people seem to read my work. There is absolutely no pressure at all. I’ve created a page specially for this on the blog here. So there we go, simple shilling from your Oldschool Harlequin. What am I like eh?

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

Most people have somebody,
Who got away,
But you,
You didn’t get away,
You simply went away,

When you went away,
Both in body and heart,
You were never mine,
Not to lose,
Not to love,
Not to grow with,

But it hurts all the same,
Cuts like a saw,
Causing my wrists to bleed,
And tempting me with the bottle,
I’ll tell you true,
It nearly killed me,

I’m getting better,
I’ll make it,
I’ll survive,
But I won’t be truly living,
Because you went away.

Good day inmates!

I hope you’re all having a good day. Mine has been an interesting one too. I overslept once again and forgot my medication. It’s been something of a trend this week unfortunately. But on the plus side, I’ve gotten a few poems out that i’m really happy with. In particular my most recent one “The Enclave” as it’s quite dear to my heart. This place I’m allowed to live in is full of the nicest and quirkiest characters I’ve ever known. The poem was a sort of “THANK YOU!!” to them.

So here we are with another edition of the Harlequins writing music. I’ve decided to do something slightly different for this particular volume. Something very strange you could say. I’ve decided to highlight a specific artist whom I admire and listen to almost daily. Drumroll please…

It is none other than Mr Strange! This glamourous artist has inspired me countless times. Their views on society and individuality are right up my alley. I’ve followed them since the days they were known as the Shanklin Freak Show! Their bizarre look and general oddity is a constant source of delight for me. I’ll be sharing five of their songs which I consider the best, though I’d suggest listening to everything they’ve produced!

So, join me as delve into the deviant minds of Mr Strange!

Mr Strange – Lizard Man

Mr Strange – Do It Like Pete Burns

The Shanklin Freak Show – The Last Show On Earth

Mr Strange – Exile

Mr Strange – Contact

So there we have it for yet another volume of the Harlequins writing music! As anyone who has read one of these posts before should know, I always include a link to an artists website or general webpage. This one shall be no different. You can find Mr Strange at https://www.facebook.com/Official.Mr.Strange/. I certainly hope you all give them a listen! They’re truly something else!

As for me, I shall bid you adieu and I have a very crazy day inmates!

Welcome to our enclave,
It stands tall,
Whimsical in its design,
Bavarian sloped roof,
Designed by old royalty,

Hallowed are these walls,
Dear to me,
My ivory tower,
A place of safety,
A nest of friends,

Its denizens,
Of varied design and age,
My other family,
Lily-white and honest,
Philanthropists to my eyes,

A wealth of thoughtful experience,
And the tales,
Oh the tales,
Stories from all over the world,
Sagas of comedy and charity,

This place,
It truly is a home,
A haven,
Coburg.

Hello there inmates!

As always, I hope you’re all having a suitably mad (and productive) day! Things have been rather busy here at the asylum as well. Lots of writing and lots of giggling!I’m still in the process of sorting out my writing desk and general geek area. It’s coming along swimmingly, but my laziness gets the better of me on some days! The voices often tell me I need to get off of my ass, but what do they know?!

Anyways, back to the purpose of this post. Wonderful musical offerings that help me concentrate on my scribblings. We all know how soothing or energising music can be. I try to keep it as varied as I can, since the notes and tunes coalesce and produce thoughts of true creativity. That was rather profound wasn’t it?

So, without delaying any longer, join me as we delve into the musical minds of stunning artists the world over!

Skindred – Kill The Power
http://www.skindred.net

We Came As Romans – Fade Away
https://www.facebook.com/wecameasromans/

The Qemists – Run You
https://www.facebook.com/theqemists/

Andre Rieu/Anthony Hopkins – And the waltz goes on…
http://www.andrerieu.com/en

Ghoultown – Drink With The Living Dead
http://www.ghoultown.com

So there we have it for another volume of the Harlequins writing music! What a good time I have making these posts! As always, I hope that you give all of these artists a look. They most certainly all deserve it! I Feel I should also take this chance to suggest you look at my older writing music posts as well, if you enjoy this one of course! There’s quite a menagerie of musical marvels in those. Thank you for everything my fellow inmates!

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

This facade I wear,
It’s the other me,
That alter-ego,
That character,
The Harlequin,

The top hat,
The long coat,
The mad cackling,
It’s not me,
It’s him,

Face-paint is all that separates us,
Remember the grin is painted on,
The laughter is false,
Costumes and masks,
It’s all a facade,
I’m just me,

A sad clown,
Impersonating a performer,
A showman,
I’m a misanthrope,
Playing at being a thespian,
An actor,

We are separate men,
Though we are one,
I’m no jester,
I’m not laughing,
I’m not smiling,
I’m not him,

I’m not alright.