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I was conscripted,
Forced into these daylight trenches,
By a dice roll,
Snake eyes,
Fighting tooth and nail every year,
Ill-equipped,
Each turn of the sun another foe beaten,
Another hill won with blood,
My standard grows ever more grey,
A tired old veteran in the works,
And once the war is finally over,
I shall take the skeletal hand of the dark,
Like an old comrade,
And finally rest in calm halls.

Hello inmates!

How are you all doing? I’m quite fab, thanks! I hope that you are all doing alright and keeping safe out there. I’ve had a really nice week myself. Not exactly eventful, but I’ve been feeling pretty good. It seems like the country is more or less opening up fully next week, according to the news. Just in time for the weather to turn nasty I imagine! Haha! I’m looking forward to being out and about a bit more. Everyone seems more positive at the moment, which is so nice to see.

As some of you may have noticed, I’ve been on something of a true crime spree this week. I’ve been watching loads of videos about various killers and criminal events. A particular shout out to a Youtube channel called Bailey Sarian, which Tash and I watch fairly often. She has quite a curious style where she fuses two of her major interests: true crime and makeup. I’ve always been interested in learning about true crime stories and serial killers, so watching her has been quite eye-opening. Bit morbid I know! It’s probably no secret that serial killers and murderers have been influences in many of my works over the years. This week in particular with poems like ‘Spencer’.

So, let’s look at something more cheery eh? Some Harlequins writing music! I’m going to get straight into it this week as it’s all about excitement. Todays theme is joy. Oh yes indeed! We all feel it, we all know it. You could probably think of a song that exudes happiness as soon as you read that line. I know I can. So many artists like to write about happy times and the positive sides to life. I rarely do myself I’ll admit, but even so it’s a well-trodden road for poetry and music. Songs about the primal feeling of joy. Tunes that make you want to get up and dance a jig! Want to hear my choices for some jolly anthems?

So, let’s delve into the musical minds of giddy artists the world over!

Bob Marley – Don’t Worry Be Happy
https://www.bobmarley.com/

Earth, Wind & Fire – September
https://www.earthwindandfire.com/

Marshmello – Summer
https://www.youtube.com/c/marshmellomusic

Pharrell Williams – Happy
https://www.pharrellwilliams.com/

R.E.M – Shiny Happy People
https://remhq.com/

And there we have it!

Everybody feeling more jolly after all that? I was very tempted to have a slight boogie myself. I hope that these choices were to your liking my friends. We all need a little light and giddiness in our lives at times, especially in the darkest spots. Here’s hoping I’ve put a wee little smile on your faces out there!

So, let’s drop some social media mess here eh? The asylum has a presence in multiple places. Always check back on my contact page for anything new that is added. I have a page on Facebook, an account on Instagram and a page on Twitter as well. Also, if you like what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting my over at the Ko-Fi page. Thanks for everything!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

Monsters are real,
Oh yes indeed,
They walk every street,
Every boulevard,
They hide in plain sight,
They are you and me,
I hear hissing and slavering,
In my ears and on radio waves,
Bound to criminal urges,
Committing crimes to live,
Monsters in all but name,

Stabbing you in the back,
Just for a crumb of feed,
Throttling you pale,
For the pure thrill of it,
Clubbing your skull,
For the loose change in your pocket,
Burning you to sorry ashes,
For they covet the heart you love,
Monsters are very real,
And it’s true what they say,
The worst monsters are human.

There were times,
Even in the darkest caves of my depression,
That I was most at rest,
Most sedate,
Most in tranquillity,
Almost cocooned,
Within an ice bath of sterile numbness,

Once the tears have dried,
And the throat is already sore,
Then comes the numbness,
Calming yet terrible,
Sat on that lonesome bench,
With only my tired thoughts,
And the grey carpets of leaves,

But in truth,
The solitude is addictive,
The silence is the finest symphony,
A melody of soothing needles,
A drug my weary mind savours,
It’s dangerous in all honesty,
You almost don’t want to get better.

A smash,
A glass siren into the night,
The reposed hovel is breached,
Something has slivered in through the chasm,
Something in a balaclava,
A knitted visage of ill intent,

The dark shape haunts the sleeping home,
Possessed of a crowbar conviction,
Studious in its search for pearls and trinkets,
Trespasser tentacles in every nook,
This monster is out of its habitat,
Timidly whispering in tongues,

You deign to catch it red-handed,
A monster hunter in your pyjamas,
A strike is readied,
This is no creature,
Within that woollen mask is a man,
Cold eyes full of panic,

Blue eyes of a desperate man.

There was a young woman,
Red hair and a love of photos,
A young woman not quite right inside,
Led astray through foul circumstance,
Wallace was a bad guy,
Rifles for birthday gifts,
A hint from a sire in some lights,
She didn’t like Mondays,

Some new friends outside,
Not that they know it yet,
So load the cartridges,
Some Ruger fireworks to perk up the day,
Light up some innocent bodies,
Some school uniform party poppers,
Juice on the pavement,
Let’s all scream for Monday.

Do the skies suck away compassion?
Because I see aviators without humanity,
Bomber crews without hearts,
Execrable souls within an iron demon,
Screeching along the zephyrs,
Where even angels fear to follow,

Does the pilot care for those his bombs flatten?
The lands rent by his payload?
I daresay not,
They simply cheer in patriotic tones,
Smirks underneath aviator caps,
Careless of the mushroom cloud in their wake,

They return to their air base sancerre,
And toast to the screams.


The world is naught but pixels,
A video game,
A snuff film,
All high-definition screens,
No soul,
Just pretty graphics,
With stupefying fidelity,
As long as you don’t gaze too close,

If you do,
Expect to see the flaws of the world,
Electrical faults,
Dull non-player characters,
Shallow characters following ill-realised scripts,
The dead pixels,
Static that we all swim amongst,
Until our monitors breathe their last.

Hello there inmates!

Sorry this is a tad late in the day today, I’ve been having a slower day. A lazy day, as they say! How are you all? Having a nice week so far? I’ve been having a good week. Keeping busy and such. The weather has been a bit hit or miss, it’s certainly a bit warmer but we’ve had some rain as well. I’ve got plenty of writing done, and not just poems believe it or not. Just some side stuff I’ve been trying out, I’m not sure if it will make it on to the blog. We’ll see I suppose.

So, let’s have some writing music eh? Did anybody see the clue to the theme today? I think I posted it about the usual time. Did anyone guess the theme? Well, I’m going to tell you now! So get ready!

The theme for todays music is the wild west! Oh yes, the realm of old-timey cowboys and native Americans! Six shooters and dusty roads of a stereotypical western town. I’ve always found the time period fascinating. I’ve enjoyed quite a few western movies over the years, from the classic Clint Eastward ones, to the remake of 3:10 to Yuma. Video games explore the genre often, as they are wont to do, with games such Red Dead Redemption. I remember playing an old Sega Megadrive game called Sunset Riders (I think) in my younger years, along with my brother. I think it stuck with me.

As for music, the magic of the wild west has captured the imagination of artists on many occasions. Whether it be about the harsh lives of cowboys, the natural beauty of the Mesas or just the highjinks in a old saloon. I find that a lot of rock bands take cues from the genre too, both in their guitar styles and occasionally their lyrics. So, I think I have rambled about nonsense for long enough. Let’s see what songs I’ve chosen to represent this theme eh? You guys are here for the music after all. Let’s get to it shall we?

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

Ghoultown – Bullets Don’t Argue
https://www.ghoultown.com/

Lindsey Stirling – Roundtable Rival
https://www.lindseystirling.com/

Thomas Vent – Old No.1
https://www.facebook.com/thomasventmusic/

Primus – The Devil Went Down To Georgia
http://www.primusville.com/

The Dead South – Broken Cowboy
https://www.thedeadsouth.com/

And there we have it once again!

Yeehaw! I had to include that somewhere in this post didn’t I? Can’t mention westerns without that! I hope that you enjoy my choices of music today. Be sure to check out these artists as well, they all deserve the attention. I very nearly put ‘Cotton-Eyed Joe’ on the list but I thought you guys didn’t deserve that punishment. Haha!

So, let’s have the social media spiel eh? The asylum has a presence on other platforms. I have a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and even an account on Twitter. As always, if you guys enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page! Thanks for everything!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

That green dragon we all know,
Corruption and temptation and envy,
Its wings blanket the land,
The most towering of vices,
The most pervasive,
And most toxic to be sure,
It poisons us all,
From drunkards to philanthropists,
Leading saints to Stalins,

Could it even plague the holiest?
The purest tempted to depravity,
Leading them down greedy paths,
Would even a saint a succumb?
Approaching that guillotine of temptation,
Still warm with past victims,
For the pot of gold he sees,
Left by a corrupt midas,
Nestled under the waiting blade.