Posts Tagged ‘socialising’

Is there herd immunity to loneliness?
I find myself something of a black sheep,
Not in familial terms,
But societal ones,
I find myself overmuch grazing alone,

These ebony rags of wool grow tiresome,
I hate how they suit me,
Like this I despise my form,
The mealy stench of my visage and attitude,
The feeble and disgusting sound of my bleat,

I have played the misanthropic loner for long enough,
I’d much rather be part of that herd,
Their grass looks far greener,
I don’t want to be me,
Can I instead be one of them?

There’s a fine line between justice and crime,
And some walk that line haphazardly,
They choose not to defer to authority,
And take matters into their own hands,
Vengeance rarely looks like a courtroom,
And it is never a portrait,
More often it is spent cartridges in an alley,
Bullet and hammer and blade,
These are the tools of the vigilante,
These are the judge and jury,
And the will behind them is the executioner.

These two vocal veterans,
Battle-hardened are they indeed,
Atop opposing monolithic podiums,
They are upon the field of discourse,
Wielding scholarly tongues as arsenals,
Knights jousting in the air before them,
Fleur-de-lys amidst silver,
Words as blades,
Morning stars in each argument,

Parry and riposte,
The fronts shift as voices are heard,
Aural dogfights between gentlemen,
Neither giving too much ground,
There is decorum in this violence,
This is no bloodbath,
Who shall concede?
It matters little,
As long as knowledge is garnered by each party.

I am not a glamourous man,
Not a Prince Charming,
More of a Grendel or Hyde,
Something akin to a blobfish in a shirt,
A weirdo,
An eccentric enemy of the state,

But when I place that crown upon my head,
That mad hatter headpiece,
Victorian fashion supreme,
I don’t care anymore,
I know that I’m finally me,
I’ll be able to grin,

With it comes the face paint,
A clown taking shape under its rim,
Madness coalescing with joy,
With this ensemble I can recover from normality,
But I fear it’d all be for naught,
If not for my top hat.

Hello there inmates!

How is your day going today? Having a good time? Well, I’m not! Just kidding. It’s been a bit of a rubbish week, but not enough to ruin my entire mood. Entirely being the operative word. I’ve had a couple days where getting out of bed has been a bit of a struggle I will admit. It’s a part of this prison we call life though eh?

I should probably mention that if this post looks a tad strange it’s because I’m attempting to write it out on my phone rather than a laptop. I’ve mentioned that I’m not a fan of the block editor pushed by WordPress before, but it seems it’s here to stay, so here goes. I would imagine today’s post will be shorter than usual in terms of my writing music posts.

I actually think that brings us to our musical theme quite cleanly. Did you see the clue? I think it gave it away quite easily too. Today’s musical theme is rage! Oh yes. We all have those days where we just have to scream and shout. Let out stress or show how angry we are about a particular subject. Some music is perfect for that, no? Heavy and loud. Fast-paced and bassy. Some music is designed to appeal to someone who is in the throes of fury. Some music comes from a place of anger and unhappiness with the ways of the world or government. I hope that today’s choices shall reflect that. It’s worth a try eh?

Rage Against the Machine – Killing In The Name Of https://www.ratm.com/home/

Pain – Shut Your Mouth https://www.painworldwide.com/

Foo Fighters – The Pretender https://www.foofighters.com/

Three Days Grace – I Hate Everything About You https://threedaysgrace.com/

Katy Perry – Part Of Me http://www.katyperry.com/

And there we have it for another week. How about that? Feeling your blood pumping? You heart rate growing? I can sat for one that mine is. I hope that you all give each of these artists a try. They all deserve it big time! It might cheer them up eh? Haha!

I can’t seem to do the social media links like usual. It would take me several days to work it out, so I’m going to leave you with this. Please follow or subscribe to me on the usual sites but if you need specific links then go and check out my contact me page. That’ll lead you right.

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

They tell me that I’m alright,
And I may well be,
But a cruel occasion has reared its head,
Joy seems to be held behind a veil,
I simply don’t feel it,
I’m not sad either,
Just hollow,

Pleasure is a memory,
One that feels like an echo,
One that I’m unsure really happened,
I do smile ear to ear,
But it’s just sketched on,
I have a painted smile,
From the palette of social expectation,

Sensations turned down like a volume control,
Hobbies become trials,
Food and drink taste like static,
Humans become boogeymen,
It’s a curious phenomenon,
Perhaps of a mind cracking,
Or a man broken by the world.

When the worlds teeth clamp too deep,
I retreat to my safe haven,
This fabric hovel,
Threads and strands as seedy as my form,
A veil against human elements,
It keeps me safe and secure,
A suit of tattered armour,
Acquired at the thrift store,

Clad in plum tabard,
I’m clear of any prying eyes,
Overzealous words,
And clasping hands,
It’s a simple thing,
To feel impervious,
But no force in this world can grant it,
Save for this haven of a textile.

I can’t keep that beeping out of my head,
That incessant crying,
The trilling of the heartbeat monitor,
Forced on when my heart was trod on,
Decibels striking my thoughts with scourges,
A result of things gone wrong,

That flatline,
Blades across eardrums,
But the bleeding has ceased,
Flesh is replaced with stone,
A warm soul is now calcified,
Heartache has given rise to blizzards,

I shed my person suit,
This is the demise of that former quintessence,
This war has made me cold,
Now it’s every man for himself,
Now let me embrace some chaos,
Now I embrace that beep.

To a friend with no name,
I am no scholar of the heart,
But I see you,
You’re not alone my friend,
There’s a whole gaudy parade behind you,
Humans of every walk,
Humans of every ilk,
We are behind you,
You are not alien my friend,

There’s a parade of colour behind you,
Violets and reds and blues,
A veritable rainbow of people,
We are behind you,
And we shall jive and dance beside you,
Embrace and hold hands with you,
Hold the line with you,
You are not inequity,
There is no queer,

There is only humanity.

No my friend,
That is not what rock bottom is,
My soul dissents,
Rock bottom is not crying and screaming,
Not tearing down the walls,

Rock bottom is laying prone at night,
Thinking instead of sleeping,
A prison cell only we can see,

Rock bottom is staring stony-faced at work,
Into the face of a furious Karen,
And not hearing a single squawk,

Rock bottom is sitting in your underwear at 2am,
Stuffing your face full of treacle tart,
And not enjoying any of it,

Rock bottom is not aesthetically pleasing,
Not a work of art,
It is not convenient,
It is suffering,
It is purgatory.