Posts Tagged ‘social justice’

That sign on the hill,
That ivory chapel to fame,
What those letters represent is a fa├žade,
A corpse flanked by stage lights,
Shining and corrupt,
Sprawling yet shallow,

It’s a predator,
It has devoured countless souls,
The city sells glamour and exotic highs,
Whilst thirsting for youth and flesh,
Its alleyways are chock-full of corpses in tuxedos,
Skeletons of proteges and child stars,

It is beautiful,
The most lethal places are,
Those roads are coated in gold,
But peel those pavement stars up,
Slab by slab,
And underneath lies cancer and putrescence,

Those cityscapes hide much,
Casting couch teeth,
Vampires in directors chairs,
Narcotics around every block,
The city of angels?
An oxymoron to be sure.


I appear an easy target,
A humble scorpion,
All gaunt limbs and modest in size,
But watch your step friend,
I am no prey,

I have a sturdy exoskeleton,
A chitinous fortress with cracks,
Sundering blows from previous predators,
Cohorts with jaws of their own,
Partners turned to cannibalism,

A scorpion suffers no harasser,
This critter has claws,
Twin pincers ready to return your spite,
Verbal blow for blow,
An arachnid feels no pity,

But perhaps you see yourself as the apex,
So I warn you through mandibles,
Persevere in your incursion,
And you invite a final barb,
Venom straight to the heart,

A scorpion does not die.



Good day inmates!

Having a nice June so far? It’s definitely feeling like summer now. I have barely had a moment of non-sweating the last week. Tash has been trying to encourage me to start sitting in the garden and even writing out there. The last few days of poems were the product of this. I was really quite happy with how they turned out actually. I seemed to be able to think clearer out there. How’s that for being positive? I’m pretty certain I shall seek to continue writing outside for the foreseeable future at the rate things are going. Hehe!

So, if nobody had told you yet, it’s Wednesday today. That means that today is the day for the Harlequins writing music! Did anybody see my clue for todays musical theme? It was a pretty photo of some grass. Not all that fascinating but I think that it displays the theme. Any idea what it is? Well I’ll tell you! The musical theme for today is nature! Oh yes, that thing we all live amongst and on top of. With the natural world being all around it, it stands to reason that it would inspire all kinds of musicians since the very first. Songs about the beauty in nature, songs about the dangers, maybe even songs about figments of nature that relate to human progress. There’s always messages to sing out about pollution and similar issues. Music can be used as protest and raising awareness after all.

So, want to hear my choices for this week? I think I’ve rambled for long enough, don’t you? Ok, let’s see how we get on!

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

Eluveitie – The Call Of The Mountain
http://www.eluveitie.ch

Michael Jackson – Earth Song
https://www.michaeljackson.com/

Rush – The Trees
http://www.rush.com

Karliene – Mother Earth
https://karliene.com/

Lindsey Stirling – Guardian
http://www.lindseystirling.com

And there we have it!

How about those choices? There were some I chose this time that were out of my typical ‘comfort zone’ musically and yet I was still very happy to listen to them. Their adoration for the world we live in breathes wholly through their music and voices. It’s enough to bring a tear to the eyes no? Especially when you see the sorry state the natural world is in these days. Please check out these artists my friends, I think it’s more important than ever. Save the trees!

Well, I ought to put some social media stuff here despite the more sombre note I’ve left on. The asylum here has a Facebook page, an account on Instagram and last but not least a page on Twitter. As always, If you enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over at the Ko-Fi page. Thanks for everything! Oh, but definitely donate to charities saving the planet first!

As always, have a very crazy day inmates

Oh yes,
That cloth of rainbows,
It is not my flag,
But I love it all the same,
As it flaps in tumultuous winds,
A freedom all its own,
It flies proudly at parades,
Raves of jovial feeling,

And so it should,
To love is to be human,
So love how you wish,
Gender be damned,
It’s a kind of amiable authority,
But all that holds this flag over our heads,
Is all of our own hands,
Because it is the right thing to do.

There was a man from Amsterdam,
Who had fallen foul of the reaper,
Taken from life a touch too soon,
In the morgue he did repose,
Waiting for so-called family who’d never show,
His family had forsook him years ago,
It was thought he’d rot alone,

But this was still his big day,
So along came the poets and civil servants,
Bouquets and verses in tow,
To perform this hallowed show,
To send off this main failed by society,
To gift him a final valediction,
The words,

Rust In Vrede.

Bacteria abound,
Pestilence in microscopic fashion,
So grab that bottle,
That shield of pharmaceutical design,
And lather your hands,
Prepare those viscous defences,
Build up the barricade,
Bacteria abound,
They are fiends to be sure,
And you don’t want to let the wrong ones in,
So it puts the lotion on its skin,
Or else it gets the virus again.

As the timeless adage decrees,
Man must explore,
To blaze trails,
Cross malms and seas,
The very astral lanes above,

In our collective consciousness,
There is a primal need for the next sight,
Each step falls upon a new time zone,
Conquering hazard and fauna both,
Striving for the exotic,

The labour is a double-edged cutlass,
Even as they discover new opportunities,
Pray for the adventurers,
It is their achievements that are exploited,
Turned to corrupt purpose.

We all exist as credit,
Becoming farm machinery,
Biology has given way to economy,
Within that chest cavity lies no organ,
But a leathery wallet,
Never quite full enough,
Your lifeblood never stretches quite far enough,

You are your credit score,
You are your capital,
Currency is your life’s work,
Those above have deemed as such,
Neon gods and wall street angels,
In curiously lofty cathedrals,
Such is the half-life we now lead.

Poison is everywhere,
Accepted as a necessity,
Chemicals of every dire strain,
Vile greens and eerie crimsons,
Foreboding browns and unassuming clear liquids,
Synthesized by white coats and labs,
Injected into all our feed,
They do not have baleful names,
But do you know their makeup?
I do wonder,
Is every atom reputable?
Chemistry is a risky game to play,
With far too many snake eye variables,

To you who claim your body as you own,
I ask you earnestly,
Do you truly know what you take in,
Which dire chemicals you ply?

To the fat cats,
In their heinous smoking rooms,
Life and the world are games of chess,
They are kings and queens in boardrooms,
While the bishops are no more than shills,
Preaching their version of the rules,

On this globular chessboard,
We are all teak pawns,
Serfs to faceless chess masters,
The knights have already routed,
The rooks already crumbled to dust,
Mere vestiges of fair play,

We are thrown at each other with abandon,
Smashed into atoms,
All our colours becoming red then brown,
They play for their own ends,
They play with our lives,
There is no endgame.