Posts Tagged ‘Space’

That glamourous material,
A full spectrum of colour in my hands,
Sand of the very stars,
Both kaleidoscopic and slapdash,
Beautiful but messy,
It reflects the light,
Turning the dull into prismatic disorder,
Rainbows in powder form,
Scaring away the droll,
It rains down upon my head,
It feels good,
And looks even better,
I have become an aurora borealis,
And my joy is flaunted in response.

In my dreams,
I often take off in astral form,
Cheered on by stadiums of stars,
Off like a spectral rocket,
As I soar through the cosmos,
Skip,
Zoom,
I take snapshots of the constellations,
Spying their empyrean forms,
Proving their fabled existence,
They dance sprightly about as I pass,
I’m an astrological tourist tonight,

I have flown so far already,
But there are more sights to see,
I stop for lunch upon the rings of Saturn,
Watching a show lightyears away,
A medical drama,
Starring the ministrations of Jupiter and Neptune,
They keep trying to revive Pluto,
Rambling onwards,
The sun is calling to me,
As I approach my eyes grow heavy,
The solar rays declare morning,
This astral vacation was over.

Souls be bound,
Occupying spaces within each other,
A synchronicity spanning star systems,
Soulmates under an astrological plan,
Designs with axes where two souls’ synastry can be observed,
The key is in the natal signs,
Locations of hearts etched on a chart,
Horoscopes blended together,

Humans are not mere flesh,
Though men are from Mars,
And women from Venus,
Souls are the domain of the very suns,
From Aries to Pisces,
Bound by birth date and name,
Under stars and astral bodies,
Compatibility left to the flux of the universe.

Around me lies a void of dead space,
A cold vacuum,
An orbit of haunted shipwrecks and scrap debris,
Broken spacesuits and heartbroken asteroids,
A desolate astral barrier,
Silent and lonesome,
It’s between me and the cosmos of society,
Their planets are lightyears away,
Muted and hazy,

I don’t mind it though,
I shut off the oxygen valve myself,
Flushing myself out.

Hey there inmates!

How are you doing? Having a nice week? Keeping your socks clean and such? That’s just fab to hear! I’m having an alright week as well. I’ve felt productive and reasonably confident in my work, which is always something of a novelty. I think it’s that novel nature that leads me to declare it each time it happens. Almost like memorializing it for myself. Haha!

So, it’s a wednesday. Once more into the breach! It’s time for another edition of the Harlequins writing music today. Once again there is a theme to my musical choices today. Have any of you seen the clue on my social media? Any idea what it is? To be honest, it was a pretty obvious clue. But not everything has to be so machiavellian eh?

The theme for todays post is space! The very image and enigma of space has inspired countless artists in the past. Oh yes indeed! That “final frontier” in the words of one of those Star Trek guys. I’ve always found it fascinating. From the moon, to the stars. From artwork of a nebula, to the planets of our solar system. It’s just all so gargantuan and beyond anything a human mind can conceivably compute. It’s just so inspiring. I can spend hours of the night just looking up wondering what’s up there. What mysteries does that black void hold? There are many songs about aspects of space. Or just give the feeling of floating around in a vacuum. Many people write about the moon and it’s eerie but romantic face. I’ve heard songs about the night sky as an image, a giant landscape painting. I could go on all day, but I imagine you guys want to hear some music eh? Let’s listen to five song and artists that I feel encompass the marvels of the stars beyond.

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

TheFatRat – MAYDAY
https://twitter.com/ThisIsTheFatRat

Peter Schilling – Major Tom
https://www.peterschilling.com/

Muse – Supermassive Black Hole
https://www.muse.mu/

David Bowie – Space Oddity
https://livemap.davidbowie.com/

Thin Lizzy – Dancing In The Moonlight
http://www.thinlizzy.org/

And there we go for another volume of the Harlequins writing music!

So, what do you think? There’s some intergalactic tunes for you all. There are many others I could have included of course. Special mention to Walking on the moon by REM, it missed the list by the slimmest of margins. I also think it’s worth mentioning the sheer number of relaxation mixes of music inspired by space. Nothing is more calming than some soft echoing tones while looking at beautiful picture of the universe. I hope you all enjoy my choices for this week and that you check these artists out if you’re unfamiliar. I know it’s basically a cardinal sin to not have heard of David Bowie, but even so! Haha!

Let’s have some social media nonsense for this week eh? The asylum has a presence on other social media sites. I have a Facebook page, an Instagram page and an account on Twitter. I share random things over there and I also share clues for my poems and writing music themes a few hours before they are posted. If you enjoy what I do here at the Asylum, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page. Thanks for everything people!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

I remember the time the sun fled,
Or perhaps perished,
Finally giving way to the obsidian beyond,
I remember it well,
The sun set as it always did,
The world followed its routine to dreamland,

But the sun never rose again,
The morning never came,
She had abandoned us,
All was blackness,
All became deathly cold,
Man knew only artificial light,

A mistake the pundits said,
A punishment the preachers bayed,
Impossible the men of science cried,
And yet the sky proved them false,
The sky remained ever in the night,
Stars flickering as if in mockery,

I look up even now,
The twilight is a funeral pall for us,
The moon refuses to take its place,
Perchance knowing full well the stage play,
Or complicit in this slow oblivion,
A murderer in our midst,

The sun is gone,
Never to rise again,
And the world is choked in her absence.

Humanity has always looked out to the stars,
An obsidian sea of potential,
A blanket of alien marvels,
We gaze up ignoring the carcass we sit upon,
As the Earth degrades bit by bit,
Her veins irradiated and gardens desecrated,
The mother dies in an indolent rasping grind,
Choking on forms of progress and ingenuity,

The time to venture forth shall come one day,
For our childrens children to be pioneers,
To escape this island we’ve ruined,
She cannot endure infinitely,
But what knowledge shall they carry on?
Will they utilise the lessons modernity has shown them?
Will they love the life of those new worlds?
Or exploit them to husks like our home?

I do wonder,
I wonder if they will avoid our antiquated methods,
Live alongside nature rather than bleed it,
Conserve the lives of flora and fauna alike,
Only take what they truly need,
Not revert to earthly consumption,
Will they use us as a cautionary blueprint?
Will they be better than us?

They’ll forge a final ark to pierce the clouds,
The launch will indeed be a swansong,
Hopefully for our old ways,
But perhaps for your hopes,
As their vessel surges heavensward,
When those rockets bellow like sanguine drakes,
To lord knows where,
Do they go as explorers or destroyers?

Yet another door of sleep I have passed,
Into a nebula of dreams,
A fruit salad of ether,
Pinks and yellows and indigos,
A jungle of numberless stars,
A ballroom of comets,
Stupefaction blended twixt disquiet,

I’m an unidentified flying object,
Exploring this ominous sea of clouds,
Surging through the pink smog,
Imitating the likes of the perseids,
Freaky ghosts of planets pass,
Wearing their plated asteroid belts,
The nebulae all around like silken veils,

Ahead I glimpse a conflux of obsidian and rose,
A wicked black hole,
Gawping as if at a banquet,
Assimilating every vapour of fuchsia mist,
Intrigued I peer into the abyss,
Within it is earthly chaos,
The morning sun.

I once left my body,
Off into the night,
Not into a dream,
Nor into my mind,
But careening into the sky,
Imitating a cosmonaut,

I found myself in an ethereal state,
Riding the coat tails of a comet,
Like a wandering gentleman,
Swept right up,
On a cruise through the cosmos,
Surfing through the silver,

I saw stars die in colour,
And be born from the void,
Attempted slow dances with meteors,
Finger painted with nebulae,
Excursions upon the edges of black holes,
A stellar vacation,

Despite the Earths assertions,
Of sheer importance,
Declarations of eminence,
I could barely glimpse it in the black,
It became an afterthought,
Just another speck.

There was an eclipse last night,
The atmosphere grew heavy,
I scanned it with bloodshot eyes,
And I grew fearful,
To witness such beauty being obscured,
By a shadow of such an evil thing,

Witching hour…

As the lunar goddess was enshrouded,
The voices began their furor,
Rageful claws bore down,
Driven insane by the night air,
Be they spectre or succubi?
I was not privy,

New dawn…

I awaken sore and beaten,
Crimson scratches down my back,
A bruise or four,
I leave the abode into daylight,
The sun has taken the sky,
And I grow fearful.