Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

I’ve been told I should leave a kingdom,
My own domain of art,
A legacy to stand the trials of time,
So I began placing pebbles,
One-by-one as the years pass,
Painstakingly arranging a Stonehenge,
A monument of words and mineral,
Constructing some facsimile of a nation,
My soon-to-b empire,
I’ve started small,
I’m no colossus,
I’m only able to move stones thus far,
But I’m measuring up the boulders,
And the mountains after that.

Writers are like blacksmiths,
Craftsmen of tools and symbols,
An understated vocation of creation,
Fashioning words into blades of warfare,
Moulding beauty in the form of iron,
Coffin nails for a corrupt world,

The bourbon essence of a writers desk,
Just like the charcoal stink of a forge,
It’s a place of sweat and heat,
Thoughts smelted into priceless ore,
Material is wrought into cutting art,
A trial by fire upon the page,

In place of a furnace,
Your work is shaped with a different heat,
The zeal of your message,
The ardour behind your stanzas,
Just as torrid as any flame,
Equally as divine,

Poetry is a steel all its own,
Keen-edged and unbreakable.

Even in the healthiest of situations,
The closest of coteries,
You may yet find radioactive material,
Bitterness hidden in silence,
Toxic opinions,
Malignant arguments,
Polonium isn’t always obvious,
Despite its cool blue glow,
But its effects can be,

Like a cancer,
The radiation can seep out,
Unseen even by a Geiger meter,
Blighting the joy,
Poisoning the friendship,
Poisoning the well,
The host will inevitably grow unwell,
And unless decontaminated,
The crew will perish.

With this prison of a world,
Being alone in your head,
Is like being in a cell with an open door,
No bars on our windows,
No alarms to sound,

We are not bound in iron here,
Not clasped in manacles,
But we hold ourselves here,
Serving a sentence we didn’t earn,
We struck the gavel ourselves,

This is no painless captivity,
We’re tormented by jailers wearing our faces,
White-hot brands and deprivation,
Ghoulish torturers only the mind could conjure,
But we suffer through it,

Why do we?
The open doorway is right there,
Freedom is but a deep breath away,
Why don’t we break out?
I know not.

When I peer down at my hands,
I don’t see weapons of war,
Not banners of a daring artist,
But the shaking hands of a coward,
The tittering claws of a mouse,
In the day I shiver,
I find myself unable to take a step,
Unwilling to advance myself,

The palpitations assault me daily,
I shrink from peering above the precipice,
To take the steps for betterment,
Hoping instead for an easy end,
I am a craven,
Regrettably so,
Not only because I’m afraid to improve,
But also because I won’t end it.

I’ve been travelling space for eons,
Been across the stars,
I languish in the cold periphery of the expanse,
Getting my cardio across galaxies,
How do I survive you ask?
I consume worlds and moons whole,
Oh yes,
I’ve stripped countless planets,
Subsisting on dirt and magma
Both flora and fauna are my entrees,
Finishing the atmosphere for dessert,
Then on to the next celestial meal,

What am I?
They call me the great devourer,
But they give me too much credit,
I’m just a hungry god,
Doing what gods do,
Enacting our will on hapless mortals,
So I continue my culinary journey,
And I’ve heard of a new feast,
Some jade and sapphire beauty,
Laden with all manner of delicacies,
They call it Earth,
Sounds rather delectable.

Good evening inmates!

How goes the week for all of you? Really good I hope! It’s been really nice reading your comments recently, I really do always appreciate it. Alas it’s been a tad on the “meh” side here I’m afraid. Those dark clouds in my head still seem to be lingering, which is getting rather annoying by this point. I do feel like I need to change something substantial to improve the situation, but I’m a bit lost on that. Maybe a change in medication? A new diet? Fresh air? Or following the doctors advice to try out CBT? I’m kind of terrified of that concept though, it has to be said. Just to add insult to injury as well, I’m feeling a little under the weather now too. Nothing major, just a cold. But it’s not exactly helping my tenuous mood. Not to mention, it’s beginning to get COLD! Oh I hate the cold!

You know what I don’t hate though? Music! Oh yes indeed! That most effective of salves. Did anybody see my clue for todays musical theme? It was a rather iconic one. Anybody who saw it would absolutely guess the theme, I’m confident of that.

Ok, enough babbling. Here’s the reveal! Todays writing music theme is Disney! The clue was obviously the very distinctive castle from Disneyland (and I think Cinderella?). Now, like practically everyone I know of, I grew up with Disney movies. I’m not quite sure what the first one I ever saw was, but it must have been in the 90s. I remember being obsessed with Hercules for one. My interest in their movies has greatly diminished in recent years, which I suppose coincides with getting older without kids. The quality just doesn’t the same to me but that’s a subjective thing of course. You just can’t beat the golden oldies I feel. I always preferred the classic animation style of the likes of Mulan or Pocahontas. Not to mention the music! I feel no shame in admitting that I listen to numerous songs from a range of Disney films to this day. The songs in Mulan, Aladdin, The Lion King and even Frozen to a lesser extent. So it stands to reason that I would a few of my favourites today eh? Let’s get to it!

Please, join me as we delve into the musical minds of the Disney classics!

Pocahontas – Colours of the Wind

Snow White and the Seven Dwarves – Heigh Ho

Aladdin – Friend Like Me

Mulan – I’ll Make A Man Out Of You

Hercules – Zero To Hero

And there we have it! Let’s be real here, it’s almost impossible to pick the absolute best songs from these films. I could have picked so many other ones. The ‘Circle of Life’ anybody? Or ‘Belle’? I hope you enjoy the ones I’ve chosen this week anyways. Why don’t you guys let me know what your favourite Disney movies are? And which songs you love from them? Hey, even let me know if you don’t really like Disney too. That’s just as valid.

Speaking of validation, may I have a tiny sliver? Just on my social media sites I mean. The asylum has a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and yes, even now, a page on Twitter as well. It would mean a great deal to me if you followed or liked me over on those sites as well. There are links provided just there for you. I’m down bad, as the kids say! 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 anything and everything my friends!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

Even in these drearier months,
As the year winds down,
There is still such beauty in the sky,
In the very air,
A titian blanket across the clouds,
And the perfume of distant bonfires,
The crisp wind swirls about you,
A cloak of winter imminent,
There is a serenity in autumn,
A composure unmatched in the years youth,

The dusk is here,
So drink in the tangerine sky,
Remember the summer times,
And feel the chill on your cheek,
Before the light finally dies.

The night winds down,
The inebriated and buzzed have retired,
Leaving you in the alehouse,
Only you and your beer,
Your pint-sized oracle,
Cupped in your hands,
An amber scrying pool,
Carbonated images on its surface,

As soon as your lips touch the liquid,
Magic happens,
Memories come flooding back,
Like so much ethanol,
Every kiss ever shared,
Every mountain ever climbed,
Every project ever aced,
Each failure for some balance,

The drink plays these photo rolls in your head,
Leaving you with this,
A cloak of reminders,
To keep you warm on the way home.

We are all aliens to one another,
We all look different,
Speak differing tongues,
And our brains can be extra-terrestrial,
But diplomacy is always the way,
Space exploration through words,
Through harmony,

They say men are from Mars,
And women are from Venus,
But I disagree,
In truth every one is a galaxy,
Full of planets of memories,
And poems riding comets,
Orbiting a pulsing scarlet sun,

Maybe we are all Martians,
But hearts are universal,
They reach across nebulae,
So leave your ray guns at home,
Instead wield your universal translator,
And make first contact,
For love moves at lightspeed.