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Hello there inmates!

How are you all? Having a fun week? My week has been reasonably busy, both in writing and “IRL” stuff. I’m not a great fan of adulting! Is anyone? Responsibility can be such a drag can’t it? Anywho, it’s been a productive one. I’ve been really happy with what I’ve produced this week. I realise a few of my poems have been reasonably heavy in content, particularly on the subject of depression and self-hate. I appreciate the few comments of support and concern I received, but I assure you I’m doing alright. Writing about it is really the best way to deal with it. Is anybody else like that?

So, it’s a wednesday which means it’s time for some writing music! Again, there is a theme for todays post. I dropped a clue for it on the social media and I wonder if anybody had any theories!

The theme for todays edition of the Harlequins writing music is horror! Oh yes, probably among my favourite genres of film and reading material. From the shadow of Nosferatu to the dream demon Freddy Krueger! The racing pulse brought on by a tense killer chase or the lingering dread of a unnatural haunting. Many of these things have greatly influenced my writing and even inspiring specific poems (such as Slasher and Horror Icons). It influences a great many music artists as well. Even the most horrific imagery has been used in many artists work, whether it be in the musical construction itself or the use of graphic imagery in music videos or the bands image. I love monsters and true crime, two subjects that many music artists have latched on to in their musical repertoire. So, do you want to hear some? As you can imagine, some of these choices may contain explicit material, for those worried about such things.

Now, join me as we delve into the musical minds of frightful artists the world over!

SKYND – Gary Heidnik
https://skynd-music.com/

Mushroomhead – We Are The Truth
https://mushroomhead.com/

Creature Feature – Buried Alive
http://www.creaturefeaturemusic.com/

Crankdat – Horror Hour
https://www.facebook.com/crankdat/

Ghostemane – Hydrochloride
https://www.ghostemane.com/

And there we have it!

Spooked out enough? I was spoiled for choice if I’m honest; I had ideas such as creepy lullabies, some other electronica, countless metal bands and every painted freak out there. No offence to painted freaks of course, I am one! I just intended to choose a good variance in the genres and artists, because above all, the music is the primary reason. I think these artists show different kinds of horror. Monsters, mad killers and ghosts, oh my! I hope you enjoy my choices and aren’t over-scared by them!

So, how about some freaky social media spiel! The asylum has a presence on Facebook, an account on Instagram and a page on Twitter. Please think about following and liking me on those, it really helps me out! Also, if you enjoy what I do here at the madhouse, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page! Thanks for everything!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

There are things out there,
Things older than Father Time,
Heretical creatures of eyes and tentacles,
Multitudes of alien flesh,
Designs impossible in nature,

Rejected by sunlight,
They regard the world as fodder,
To look upon them is to witness insanity manifest,
To combat them madness itself,
Simply ask the husks of their victims,

We’ve been told,
If it bleeds we can kill it,
But what if it doesn’t bleed?
What if it is of the stars?
An abomination of a god.

At times I am gaseous,
Formless,
Toxic,
Barely visible to the eye,
A haze on the periphery,
A vaporous outsider,

I am chemical unknown,
Free in the air,
Drifting aimlessly through existence,
Evidently harmful to pleasantries,
Allies retreat from my vapour,
I fear I am carbon monoxide,

I’m a pariah,
Social mustard gas,
Noxious to upstanding dialogue,
I don’t belong out there,
I belong in an airtight container,
An oubliette of four walls.

There was a clown I knew,
Who had forgotten how to laugh,
Rendered grim by alcoholic smog,
His painted smile had become begrimed,
Layered in mahogany muck,
A metallic sheen of depression,

His outfit was tattered,
Ripped asunder by times razor,
No more a flamboyant ensemble,
His clown shoes were worn through,
Revealing yellowed toenails,
Comedic value turned to dirt,

No joy was to be seen in in his visage,
The years have oxidised his smile,
Sections of his form blowing away like iron dust,
I longed to tell him,
His laugh was not to be found in his glass,
He scornfully chuckled and downed his poison,

He’d rusted away.

Hello there inmates!

Here we are again! Another wednesday and another writing music post! How are you all? Having a nice week? Mine has been rather good. Stressful as it often is, but I have enjoyed it. I’m hoping my work this week has been to your liking. I realise there have been a few more sad or negative poems this week, but these are purely the subjects I’ve had on my mind. Do you think I dwell on negativity too much? I sometimes think so, but it seems to have become my “niche” if you like.

So, as for the writing music itself, I posted a clue for todays theme earlier on today. It was on my social media pages, which I’ll give the links for at the end. You guys should totally subscribe and follow! Hehe! So, the Harlequins Writing Music! Did anybody get the clue? The theme for todays writing music is sleep. Oh yes! One of my, and I daresay others, favourite pastimes. I spend too much time asleep and I shan’t apologise. It is where many feel they are safest. Where some feel most at peace. Others still just see it as the best way to pass time. As far me, I’m also a big advocate for dreaming. Aren’t dreams just fantastic? They’re so strange and surreal. Oh, the ideas they spill forth!

So, let’s have five songs today all about sleep or aspects of sleeping or dreaming. I wonder what I can come up with this week. Let’s see!

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

Eurythmics – Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)
https://www.eurythmics.com/

Aesthetic Perfection – The Ones
https://aesthetic-perfection.net/

The Chordettes – Mr. Sandman
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Chordettes

Metallica – Enter Sandman
https://www.metallica.com/metclub/

Phaeleh – In The Twilight
https://phaeleh.co.uk/

And there we have it for another week!

How about those tunes eh? Different takes on sleeping and the night I think. Trying to keep it varied as I usually do, which actually seemed harder than I anticipated. As soon as it came to actually look up the artists, my mind seemed to go a bit blank this afternoon. Typical eh?

So, how about some social media nonsense? The asylum has a Facebook page, an account over on Instagram and even an account on Twitter! As always, if you 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!

Trauma is not a contest,
There is no prize,
Nobody claims a medal for suffering,
We all oppose its scythe,
The piles of glass it reduces us to,

When life shatters,
Like a church ransacked,
My pile of jagged shards is no greater,
No more lofty,
No more fabulous than yours,

Your agony is my agony,
And vice versa,
Pain takes no sides,
Has no favourites,
It just hurts.


Hiding in this sleeping quarry,
My mind is ore,
Hidden by a stony facade,
A rock face,
It’s not remotely precious,
Coal and iron and zinc comrades,
Merely one of a million,
Rough in a sea of diamonds,

Demons descend with their mining tools,
Clanging against my willpower,
Pickaxe climbing over pickaxe,
Chink after chink cleft asunder,
Mining for its own sake,
I know not why,
I am no treasure to them,
Not a gemstone,

Just a stone,
A pebble for the grinder.

When people look at me askance,
It must be due to my inhumanity,
As if I escaped from a zoo,
I’m a troglodyte,
Beneath even the street throng,
A subhuman,

I long to be human,
To be more than this primate clown,
Playing with sticks and berries,
I want to be one of them,
To evolve from this crude form,
To walk shoulder-to-shoulder with them,

Instead I shriek and crawl,
Not yet evolving into a man,
I howl in trees,
Revelling in my genetic inferiority,
Instead of maturing into society,
I shelter lifelong in the primeval habitat I made,

A habitat of reclusion,
Out in the wilds.

The day finds its demise,
Tossing and turning,
My rest is interrupted by eldritch fingers,
Emanating a foul energy,
Tentacles in my mind,

I dream of fathoms deep,
To airless environs,
Where even fish dare not venture,
Waters claimed by spectres and arcane chants,
Where the sun and sanity both drown,

Something stirs,
Eyeing the surface with a million oculi,
A million definitions of mad hunger,
Watching a world it seeks to extinguish,
A million maws curling into grins.

Mankind has an addiction,
Technological advancement,
Fire to bronze to wheel,
Iron to steel to silicon,
A necessity turned to reliance,
Then morphed again to obsession,
Progress colliding with social media craving,
Lines of code cut by crafters hand,

We squat in plasterboard boxes,
Civilised little addicts,
Smoking carbon monoxide from factories,
Painting our eyes a glossy television white,
In turn plugging our lives into a synthetic spiders web,
USBs straight into our veins,
An electrical current,
Narcotics of information and memes,

Veins of black gold,
Wi-Fi heartbeat,
The world has become a machine,
With man feeding off of it,
Plugged into its plastic globe,
With carrier bag oceans and global warming skies,
A seeming paradise to most,
Not our problem others say,

But the thing about USB cables,
Sometimes they break.