Posts Tagged ‘time’

Do you fear the unwritten end?
The unknown future,
And the lead up to it?
It’s true the author hasn’t written it yet,
And there’s no sequel,
When the pages grow fainter and fainter,
The story grows muddled,
And become blank,
The fonts begin to twist,
Before fading into the mists,

But hold fast,
You are not an omniscient scribe,
But still the determinant of the story’s plot,
The future is indeed an enigma,
But you hold the quill,

Don’t fear the unwritten,
Write it.

The revelation was like a diorama,
A breath hanging in the air,
Clocks stopped in their tracks,
Shocked faces and closed fists,
A car crash frozen in time,
Unlike a table-top simulacrum,
These models are flesh,
The flushed cheeks and tears are not painted,
The vegetation is upturned tables and bile,
Art precluding a debacle,

This moment caught in biting ice,
It’s very real,
The next moment,
Won’t be so scenic,
It’ll be all rage and discordance.

Do you find on occasion,
That things launch you back in time?
Like the rewind on a VCR,
A careless word,
An overbearing atmosphere,
A face,
Even a string of notes,
Does it send you backwards too?

Back to a time you’d thought lost,
A time you’d hoped was lost,
Something you believed you’d transcended,
When it was bad,
A black mark,
A chronological curse,
Left by a Davy Jones of the past,
Summoning up weeping and sweats.

On this day,
Put on your sunhats and bathing suits,
Grab your towels and sun cream,
For we are all tourists,
Not in Rome,
Not in Tokyo,
Nor in Lapland,
Not even your local beach,

But tourists of life,
It’s a holiday of decades,
Under many suns and moons,
A limited booking,
With activities for every ilk,
Scholarly or athletic or otherwise,
Our time is limited,
But the possibilities are limitless,

This existence is a vacation,
A long stay in a terrestrial hotel,
And nobody knows their checkout time.

Daily life is a constant grind,
A never-ending rotation,
An ouroboros,
A snake chewing on its own tail,
Day after day,
Bleeding like venom into the next,
And just like a serpent,
It’s cold and relentless,
Already piercing the flesh of the next day,
A treadmill coated in ichor,
Seeping into our veins and hearts,
The days wear away at us,
And we succumb eventually,
Venom gets its way.

We’ve been savagely chased from yesteryear,
Demons of loss and pain at our backs,
Like Jack Russell’s nipping at our heels,
Chunks of us left in the last year,
Physically and emotionally,
Not all survived the rout,

Yet we must look forward,
It’s a mad new world,
Time waits for no man,
The days ahead are in flux,
Waiting to be crystallized by new experience,
New faces and affairs to be held in glass,

But take note,
It is yet unclear if this new year will also maim,
That same glass may be jagged,
But our assault must be sustained,
For time will not tarry,
So we ought face the year like a hopeful sunrise.

A relic was rent from the Earth,
Petrified and earnest within,
Once contains life,
But now a coiled tombstone,
A vision of the past in each radial segment,
Oracular sights in each fossilised tinge,
Mounts and continents long eroded,
Behemoths lost to the dirt,

This ammonite,
This serpentstone,
Left stopped in time during a prehistoric dance,
Dull turquoise in a waltz with emerald and violet,
It’s a spiral reminder,
To a time long gone,
A time before the modern plague descended,
Industrial ages stealing the Earths future years.

Hello there inmates!

How are you all doing this week? Nursing a hangover or getting over those food comas? I hope that you all had a great christmas day. I know I did! I ate far too much and drank a little more than is medically advised. Did you guys get everything you wanted? Did you spend time with your loved ones? I’m really happy to hear it! We’re coming up to the new year as well, so that’ll be fun I suppose. Not entirely over the moon about what the new year might bring of course, but who knows!

So, it’s time for that weekly mess of musical splendour. The Harlequins writing music! As I always ask about this time, did anybody see the clue to todays musical theme? I thought it was a pretty good one, if I do say so myself.

So todays musical theme is the noughties! Ahh yes, the first decade of this millennium. I was teenager during this decade, so I remember bits of it quite vividly. Not necessarily in a positive light, but that’s teenage life. Believe it or not, I wasn’t actually a big music fan at the time. I had favourites of course, but I was not known to listen to it extensively. There were some big bands during these years, I actually find it hard to pinpoint what was special musically about the noughties specifically. Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake I suppose. Oh yes, and Nickelback. It was the type of music that, much like the nineties, seems quite timeless in the public consciousness. Almost everyone has heard the songs and can even sing along in a fashion. Speaking of singing along, let me know if you do with todays musical offerings eh? Let’s get on with it!

So, join me as we delve into the musical minds of eclectic artists the world over!

Evanescence – Bring Me To Life
https://evanescencestore.com/

Darude – Sandstorm
https://www.darude.com/

Groove Armada – Superstylin’
https://www.groovearmada.com/

Katy Perry – I Kissed A Girl
https://www.katyperry.com/

Outkast – Hey Ya!
https://outkast-shop.com/

And there we have it! Not a Britney Spears or Justin Timberlake in sight! There are some mainstream ones in there, but I wanted to avoid those particular artists as I’m not a fan at all. I hope that you found something that you wanted to sing along with. That’s always fun to do when creating art! I hope you check all of these out anyways!

So, speaking of checking out, why not check out my social media sites? The asylum has a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and even a Twitter page! Also, if you really 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!

This time of year,
The suns hand grows more distant,
And the nights spread further round the clock,
All blood chills at the realisation,

The land once again dons her ivory dress,
And tiaras like frozen stalactites,
An ice queen crowned anew,
Blizzards and bitter rain as coronation melodies,

The winds rise up in rumpus,
Servants of the wintry monarch,
Blades firmly pointed at us serfs,
Guffawing and scratching at our cheeks,

The ice queens rule shall persist for months,
Snow and sleet as her bishops and viscounts,
A frigid stasis holding the world,
Under cold iron fist.

Stories are kept upon a knifes edge,
Stashed in libraries laid on precipices,
Entropy claws out at them,
A howling void that knows only hunger,
These repositories are locked by closed lips,
The only keys are held by our elders,
To be passed down father to son,
Matriarch to daughter,
And as the adage utters,
Each time an old man dies,
The library of Alexandria burns anew,
Pillaged by raiders of time,
And the stories are gone,
Wisdom lost to the pyre,
If not passed on by generational torch.