Posts Tagged ‘WorldofHarley’

While you dream softly,
They watch over your home,
Across the stars,

Gods of combat,
Gods of bullet and blade,
Frames of war,

The Tenno,
A name feared by evil,
Sent forth by a cosmic mother,

Knights of the system,
Stalwart against imperial tyranny,
And ancient horrors,

Her will be done.

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Hello inmates.

I haven’t done one of these in a rather long time. Not since 2014! I’m not sure why, I suppose it simply never really came up. Maybe I haven’t been reminiscing as much recently. Anyway, I quite liked the idea of it before, So I’ve decided to make another with some of my older poems in it. It seemed apt with the new year looming in the horizon. Mayhap a little self-indulgent, but I don’t want my older poems to be forgotten. So, I would encourage any newer inmates to take a gander, You might see something you like!

The Clockwork Dragon – A tale of a frightening mechanical nightmare.
Internal Hydra – A poem, or perhaps an introspection, on humanity’s inner monster.
Red Stamp – An experimental poem about the horrors of fascism.
Night Sky – A poem about my adoration of the night.
Shotgun Romance – A twisted poem about love.
Sorcery – A poem about the magic of our own potential.
Beast of Eyes – A story of an otherworldly being.
Dirge of the Jester – One of my few forays into rhyme.

So there we have it. Just my personal picks from my archives. Every piece of writing I create is important to me, so I’d appreciate it immensely if you would let me know what you think. Here’s hoping that you won’t regret having a read.

On a side note, I hope you’ve been enjoying my more recent works! I’ve been getting back into the routine of writing daily, and I’ve been feeling so much better for it. Thanks to every one of you who takes the time to visit the asylum!

Until next time, have a very crazy day inmates!

Welcome to my home stranger,
Wipe your coats and hang up your shoes,
Make yourself at home please,
It is my fortress,
My sanctum,
My workshop,

Within its walls lies wonder,
And a hint of madness,
Here manifests my literary alchemy,
My lyrical experimentation,
It is a realm of perpetual loneliness,
But also true clarity,

I write every colour under the sun,
Angels in freefall playing violins,
Ballet with stars,
Dragons saving damsels,
Ghosts in pitched food-fights,
And heroes with villainous grins,

Stories and sonnets,
Poems and poesy,
This playground has all of these,
And so much more,
This is my castle,
This is my fortress,

Safe from the siege of outside rationality,
Safe from the slings and arrows of the world,
Safe from sanity.

To most who look,
Poetry looks a glorious act,
A noble act,
But it’s a lie,
It is butchery,

I hack and cleave,
Words into prime cuts,
Punctuation into mince,
It is a foul process,
The table glistens with grease and crimson,

Exsanguinate the prose,
And remove narrative viscera,
Carve a strip of exposition there,
And rend from it superfluous fat,
My pen thirsts for more,

Boiling bones of expression,
Reducing them to grist for future ventures,
Everything is red,
The grisly work is done,
For the punters to love and hate,

Caked in blood and gore,
Of projects discarded,
I am no writer,
No poet,
I am a butcher.

Feeling a touch nonsensical today,
Feeling a dash ridiculous,
My mind is scarlet jelly,
These thoughts are hundreds and thousands,

Once lost which way does a page turn?

Can a cookie become a chef?

Does winter prevail in many competitions?

Can a merchant learn to sale a ship?

Does my coffee need some medicine?

Can a mansion ever be a lady?

Random thoughts dart about,
I know I’m not making any sense,
But did I ever?

Nonsense

Good day inmates!

Here’s hoping you’re all having a exquisitely crazy day! I’m doing quite swimmingly myself, despite recent stress. There is, however, one thing that’s been bothering me recently. I’ve been suffering from a touch of writers block you see. I know some people claim it’s a myth but I’d have to disagree, it can be quite a significant barrier. Ironically I nearly have another poem ready on the subject of writers block. Irony itself. I’ve been trying to listen to a huge variety of music these last few days in the hopes that it will dredge up some absurdity to write about. A great deal of this music I haven’t listened to since I was a teenager, it’s been a rather nostalgic trip.

It’s time for part 18 of the Harlequins writing music! Once again I will have another list of five bands that I like to listen to while I write. As I mentioned before, I’ve been listening to a veritable feast of musical artists recently. Many of which I haven’t listened to in years. Inspiration will always come from the oddest places after all. From gothic to electronic; from metal to punk, from rock to rap, I always try to keep it varied. We wouldn’t want one of my sources of inspiration to stagnate now, would we? Hehe!

Now, let us delve into the musical minds of harmonious artists the world over!

Uninvited Guest – Devils Toybox
http://www.uninvitedmusic.com/

Dorp – Rollercoaster
https://www.facebook.com/Dorp-11083611094/

Gogol Bordello – Wonderlust King
http://www.gogolbordello.com/

Finger Eleven – Slow Chemical
http://www.fingereleven.com/

Breed 77 – Zombie
http://www.breed77.com/

So there we have it for another volume of the Harlequins writing music! I do very much hope that you have enjoying my list and that you feel inclined to check out some of these bands and also some of those in my previous writing music posts. You may be surprised what kinds of music you find!

Oh, one more thing before I go back to the padded cell. In my previous writing music post, I asked if anybody had any advice about getting a paid account on WordPress. I just thought I’d extend that request to this post as well, so I’m going to copy and paste what I said in the last post.

“There was one other thing I wanted to talk about quickly here at the end. I’ve been considering changing from a free plan on WordPress to a paid one. The opportunity to have my own web address/domain and eliminating advertisements are pleasing as it is, but I want to know about other benefits of doing this. Is it likely to increase traffic at all? Is it expensive? I was hoping anybody reading this would be able to tell me if it’s worth forking out money for the blog. I was hoping somebody who has a paid account could tell me how it’s helped or hindered them. Basically, I just want to know if it’s a good idea or not. If there are any good web-Samaritans out there, let me know in the comments. Thank you so much.”

So, as always my friends, have a very crazy day inmates!

A crossroads in my life,
I remember it well,

Mundanity one way,
A tiresome future,
A pointless existence,
Eccentricity over yonder,
The way of the top hat,
The path of the face-paint,

I chose the only path I could,

Now I jaunt along it,
A cane in one gloved hand,
And a pen in the other,
A jester marotte in my pocket,
My top hat standing tall,
A capricious design upon my face,

Where my grin goes,
Kaleidoscopic and macabre images follow me,
There can be no end to the madness,
This procession of the asylum continues.

MFM Team

Hello there inmates!

I hope you’re all having a wonderfully mad day. It’s been something of a busy week, between writing and real life work. Regrettably, life is always the greatest obstacle to writing, this profession we all love. If reality is a maze, then literary art is the treasure and life is the Minotaur. I’ve been getting plenty of poems out and I aim to keep this current pace up! I’m quite happy with how my recent poems have gone so far and I like to think people seem to be liking them a lot. So that’s good! It’s nice to get pleasant comments from you lovely people. Hopefully soon I’ll also get around to continuing with my Daetrolos and Asylum Mythos writing, if anybody reading remembers those. Hehe.

It’s time for part 17 of the Harlequins writing music! Today I will have another list of five bands that I like to listen to while I write. Occasionally I dance around the room while these are playing, but keep that to yourself! I also tend to sit back and relax while I play this music, which helps enormously when I’m trying to come up with new ideas for a poem or story. As always, the music I listen to comes from a great variety of genres. I try not to limit myself to one kind of music. Inspiration comes from the most unexpected of places after all.

Now, let us delve into the musical minds of exalted artists the world over!

Blue Oyster Cult – Don’t Fear The Reaper
http://www.blueoystercult.com/

Poldoore – Solstice
https://www.facebook.com/Poldoore/

16 Volt – Suffering You
https://www.facebook.com/Poldoore/

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

Daft Punk – Around The World
https://www.daftpunk.com/

So there we have it for another volume of the Harlequins writing music! I hope that you’ve enjoyed my choices of music in this edition. I encourage you to check them all out, even if you don’t typically enjoy certain genres. You may yet be surprised! An open mind is a creative mind.

There was one other thing I wanted to talk about quickly here at the end. I’ve been considering changing from a free plan on WordPress to a paid one. The opportunity to have my own web address/domain and eliminating advertisements are pleasing as it is, but I want to know about other benefits of doing this. Is it likely to increase traffic at all? Is it expensive? I was hoping anybody reading this would be able to tell me if it’s worth forking out money for the blog. I was hoping somebody who has a paid account could tell me how it’s helped or hindered them. Basically, I just want to know if it’s a good idea or not. If there are any good web-Samaritans out there, let me know in the comments. Thank you so much.

I hope you all have a very crazy day inmates!

I gaze out of my window,
And up into the sky,
That sapphire display of experiences and worlds unknown,
That projection screen for hopes and fears,
I see other worlds that are out of reach,
Or are they imaginary?

The great azure sky looms over,
Acting as a backdrop for my minds eye,
The sun illuminates it,
Acting as a catalyst for what I see,
The clouds act their little plays,
Trying to obscure the enigmas I see,

I see worlds of splendor,
I see nightmare-scapes,
I see fiends and seraphs,
Horrors unbound,
And otherworldly monsters,
Oh the monsters,

Alien worlds that are wholly unknowable,
Stars shimmering every colour of this world,
And many that are not,
Worlds of untold beauty and potential,
And worlds of misery and black lightning,
I’ve seen these before in my dreams,

Then I become cognizant of something,
I was staring into a mirror all along,
A window into the human soul.

Unknown

I have a problem,
I seem to be lacking in power recently,
I’ve never really been pushed,
I’ve never been overcharged,
I’ve never been struck by lightning,
My consciousness lacks a certain electricity,

No power,
No motivation,
No current,
No ambition,
No voltage,
No impetus,

Do I need an electrician?
A new battery?
A new transistor?
A heart-shaped motor?
An inspirational amplifier?
Does my negative have no positive?

Why do I have no power?
Does my meter need some change?

Nopower