Posts Tagged ‘science’

Why does a mind cursed with insight,
Seek to destroy itself?
You see it all the time,
Sorrow seems to haunt them,
A lingering state of deep misery,
Does the minds eye see something?
A truth unknown to the masses,
A tragedy only they can see,
Some desolate concept of the universe,
Something so terrible,

Great understanding seems to be a burden,
To know things,
A screw under the fingernail,
A torture,
Something only insanity quells,
They say no genius exists without madness,
And it appears true,
But I do wonder why.

We were spawned of stardust,
Brought forth as stellar entities,
All of us,
You and I,
You are both deity and vassal,
Creator and created,
The heavens and every atom on Earth,

When you blink,
Suns die and are born,
When you think,
You propel comets out into the cosmos,
When you breathe,
Nebulae pulse and unfurl,
And when you expire,
It is as matter to a black hole,

The void holds you,
Never succumb to despair,
Never give up,
For you child,
You are one with the universe,
You are starspawn.

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.

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.

We are all automata,
Little toys of questionable longevity,
Following a set pattern,
Fashioned of matchsticks and turpentine,
We were left on some Geppetto’s worktable,
The crank was turned eons ago,
Starting out cyclical dramas,
Our faux miracles and science fairs,
You see,
Our autonomy is but an illusion,
We are but puppets,
And we can only follow the sequence,
Like any other mechanical curio,
Trapped in this cycle,
Until the inertia dies away.

Those relics of the past you excavate,
Brought to the fore,
By brush and pick,
Sweat and appliance,
From that dig site in your heart,
A quarry of harsh truths,

Forget them,

The scars upon your brow,
Every cigarette burn and police report,
The words still anchored in your flesh,
They’re not fit for a museum,
Not deserving of conservation,
No glass cabinet will contain them,

Forsake them,

They are not precious mementos,
Tokens of a past age,
My friend,
Shatter them with a hammer,
They merit a morgue,
Not a podium.

I yearn to be a supernova,
A celestial detonation,
A show of primordial potency,
I want to be a firework,
Exploding a clowns grin across a night sky,
To ignite the skies above,
Strings of art held in fiery glare,
Incandescent craft amongst the stars,
Flushing every pair of eyes with radiance,
I ride this runaway nuclear ignition,
Just to confer one gift to all,
Just to be noticed once,

But yes,
An explosion ends eventually,
Even one born of suns,
Before I burn out,
And return to shadow,
I’m going to bath you all in light.

Hello there inmates!

Welcome once again to an edition of the Harlequins writing music with an increasingly unlikely number attached to it! How are we all this week? I hope that y’all are surviving, the world is seeming more and more volatile every week. I had a rather rocky start to the week myself. Sunday evening through to about early afternoon Tuesday, I had a rather uncomfortable stomach bug. Unpleasant as you can imagine, so I don’t think I need to elaborate on how that went. It seems like a few people I know have had similar ailments recently so I had a feeling something was going to happen. Just my luck eh? At least it didn’t last longer though.

On to something that’s less disgusting, how about we discuss todays musical theme clue? Did anybody see it? I’m suspecting some algorithmic shenanigans going on at the moment. At least on Facebook, it seems like my post reach is being throttled to an extent that I’m even unsure if anybody is seeing my posts. It’s almost gotten to a point that makes me wonder why I bother. Haha! With that in mind, It’d be rather forgivable if nobody saw it this week. This isn’t a shout for help by the way, just a dejecting reality I’ve noticed this last week.

Regardless, todays musical theme is… chemicals! Or chemistry, perhaps. They go hand in hand I suppose. This is one of those less overt musical themes I feel. But when you think about it, there have been many songs over the years that toy with the idea of chemicals. There are songs about the toxicity of people or situations. There are (perhaps too many) songs about using illicit chemicals in the recreational arena. There are even songs out there about the chemistry betwixt people, romantically or otherwise. I’d say that many aspects of humanity is all about chemicals really. They’re in practically everything and used for some a myriad of purposes. Coloured liquids and dangerous toxins are vibrant representations for all manner of human realities. A liar with a tongue of cyanide, the beguiling pull between two strangers, even the poisonous booze that we drink to numb the world. I’m sure a smarter person than I could come up with many other examples of chemicals in the inspirational sense, but that’s all I have at time of writing. I think it’s time for some music eh?

Please, join me as we delve into the musical minds of alchemical artists the world over!

Deathstars – Cyanide

Rush – Chemistry

Twenty One Pilots – Chlorine

RealestK – Toxic

Finger Eleven – Slow Chemical

And there we have it! Does this water taste a bit funny to you? I hope that you like the decent (If I do say so myself) variety of music artists this week. I almost went on a rabbit hole of “toxic relationship” songs during the making of this post. I could have easily made a list on just that, but that would ignore all of the other aspects of chemicals eh? Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the choices this week. Be sure to check out the artists, they always appreciate the love I’m sure!

Speaking of love, mind showing your ol’ pal Harley some? I’ve been struggling with the whole social media stuff I must admit. I’d say I’m out of my depth in fact! If anybody reading would like to help me out, please consider following or liking me on my social media sites. I’ll include links here of course. The asylum has a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and a page over on Twitter as well! They’re really cool I swear! Haha! 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!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

Mankind is but an acorn,
A humble spore,
Still at the beginning of its life,
Only just beginning to thrive,
Still a long way to go,
Only dreaming of one day being a redwood,

The growth spurts come thick and fast,
Microscopic to industrial to digital,
Evolution to innovation to augmentation,
Sometimes strangling other life,
The years plod on,
And the seed is preparing to split,

Not all trees reach their apex,
It’s a dog-eat-dog world,
Mans upsurge has been anathema to many,
Practicing allelopathy through progress,
Trees often blot out the sun for others,
And hominal endeavours are a choking canopy,

I do wonder,
When the time comes,
Will humanity sprout as an oak,
Or burst into a parasitic wasp?