OSHarlequin

I'm the Oldschool Harlequin! I promote madness, chaos and silliness in all its forms! Isn't that great?! I mean, who doesn't want to be insane at least once? I’m something of a nerd, a gamer, a writer, a troll and a maniac all in a neat little 5’4 package of British awesomeness (Or not?). I’m going to use this page to post some of my writing, my random ramblings and maybe some photos if you’re lucky. This blog is a haven for my creativity. A place to truly and finally be myself. It’s my insane asylum, my happy place, my straitjacket. I write of things both nightmarish and wondrous. I write of things that can mesmerize and traumatize. I write of things both good and evil. I write of the things in my mind, the outlandish realm that resides in my head. The land shifts and warps at every moment of the day, revealing further horrors and oddities. You never know what i could unleash one day from the next. Say hi if you want. But bring a cheese sandwich! I love those!

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The Vacuous Word

A new religion has spawned,One born of silicon and stolen water,It is the vacuous word,A predator of creativity,Pumped through chrome lines,From churches of data,Into our eyes and ears, Devoid of human spirit,And bereft of human touch,Trawling and cannibalising,It wears art as a skin,Animating its body,Binary imitating humanity,But not carrying its meaning, The name of this menace?The letters…

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Wooden Birdcage

I’m a bird in a cage,A magpie for misfortune,Confined for decades,I hate these bars,They are a birch for my back,But a haven of my own making,I want to soar free,But I only feel safe jailed within,These arboreal grates of refuge,Though I could squeeze through,Or crack them by force,They appear barbed and padlocked,Yet I hold a key within,I could fly away whenever I choose,But I’m a prisoner of my…

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Regression

The world is making me cold again,Beating me back down,Or is it my mind?Am I going backwards?Am I regressing?A cranial whisper insists so,Granite grows in my chest,The scene shifts monochrome,The clock ticks in reverse, Must I accept the grim fact,That I’m becoming who I was?Who I escaped,Who I suppressed,That hollow caricature,Indifferent and aloof,I was a desolate fossil,A worse person,All…

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People Watching

Do you ever find yourself people watching?Idly observing the street,All the souls,All the footfalls,All the chaotic voices,People are props,Movie stars and damsels,Playwrights of all ages,And the street is a diorama,The world a stage,Which genres shall we observe today?Is it romance or comedy?A crime drama?Are we amongst myths and heroes?Spielberg on the sidewalk?My eyes serve questions,Where is…

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I Know

I know,I know you’re gone,Lost to us all,I feel the sting each day,A piece of us amputated,I know there is no afterlife,No great beyond,Neither the whispers of fiends,Nor the heresy of angels,Can persuade me otherwise,You’re not there unseen,You’re just gone,I know,Don’t ask me how,I just know.

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I'm a Grave

Despite my heartbeats,I’m a grave,A cracked and weathered headstone,Devoid of lifes worth,Embraced only by moss, There are bones of an existence here,Swimming in the cold dirt,My failures and inadequacies,Chances squandered,Mistakes myriad, I yet rest in this boneyard,Remembered by few,Visited by fewer,No flowers left,No twilight toasts raised, So I am what remains,A pitiful monument,To a…

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Rote

Oh life,It’s all become so rote,So rehearsed, Emerge from sleep,Brush my teeth,Die a little inside,Let out a sigh,Repeat,Ad nauseum, I’ve memorised the steps to this dance,This droll litany,A treadmill of night and day,To which my mind keeps me shackled,With its matinées and skyscrapers,Infections and revenants, It’s all become so rote,So rehearsed,Oh life.

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Rakshasa

Finding myself less than human,I sequestered myself,A demon,An unwanted Rakshasa,It was a bedlam cell,A smelter for contempt, Divorced of a world disinterested,A world of ulterior motives,Of malefic masks,Of tempests and nettles,A world of hollow art,And the pantomimes of despots, You ignorant Devas,You thought me gone,Sealed away,Buried,Gorging on scraps of flesh,And bleeding ink, Yet demons…

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Corruption

I’m a public servant you know,But a man must serve himself too,I’m first among equals,Emphasis on first,Let me tell you of my life,A look behind the curtain, Governance ain’t no charity,It’s not for the faint of heart,Nor the kindly of temperament,Society is a well-oiled machine,And I’m the lubricant on the cogs,Greasy as my palms, It’s not about sending a message,It’s about the money,A silken…

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Moving Mountains

I see you,Flawed masonry,Quibbling over pebbles,Pushing life’s boulders uphill,A sorry little Sisyphus,Eroded and marred, But I truly see you,Unlike those with sand in their eyes,There is yet seismic activity within you,You are a tectonic force,Wiping the smirks from cliff faces,Making molehills of mountains, There are alpine ranges in your path,It’s true,We all have our peaks to climb,But keep…

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Yachting

Do you see what I see?Upon our local tides,Like the odour of seaweed,A flotilla of elites,A horde of second home owners,Bleach-blonde and windswept,Boat shoes and red chinos,Onboard their carbon fibre trophies,Spinnakers like noble house crests,Do you see what I see?For the summer they buy the waves,A fashion show on the blue,A lavish display for the plebeians,A laugh in the face of living…

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8Ball

You must know,So you shake the ball,Hoping for some foresight,Some validation,But that little porthole offers little,Only half-truths and vagueries,There is noise within,It emanates from the internals of the orb,Malignant laughter,Padlocks and chains,Sloshing with answers unsaid,Mockery in every movement,It knows all,Everything kept in those inky waters,But it’ll never elaborate,It enjoys the…

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Early Hours

It is the mourning period of the last night,The early hours of the morn,When foxes cry and frost descends,I’m cloaked in the velvet breeze,Lapping softly against my cheek,This witching hour,This twilight,It is a meditative time,When the sky burns its many candles,Even as lethargy rears its head,It is pleasant,But it’s the calm before the storm,Something appears on the horizon,That eerie blue…

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Glitches

Were we meant to be this way?Chrome and lipstick golems,Matrices of issues and fallacies,Or are we full of glitches?Bugs in every interaction,Error reports aplenty,We twitch and palpitate,Walking like static,Our bodies morphing and shifting,Streaks of colour arcing off our forms,As if on an old television,As if made of pixels,Were we meant to be so technological?Without the means of recoding…

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Some writing music: Part 189

Hello there inmates!Another week, another meandering post by yours truly! It’s getting much warmer now and that can only be a good thing. Except for one point. It’s a bank holiday this weekend coming up and, while that is great news for anybody that deserves a 3-day weekend, it means I have some rather long and stressful shifts on the way. As some of you may have noticed already, my posting…

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Cryptids

The world is far more bizarre,More populated with oddities,Than we tend to believe,There may yet be things out there,Creatures unknown to science,Things in the mountains,Beasts leaving fur in pine trunks,Things in the woods,Hiding in plain sight within blurry photos,Things under the waves,Prehistory in Celtic lochs,Perhaps even in the sewers,Cold-blooded jaws laying amidst the grime,These things…

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Call Me Chaos

With glassy eyes you ask me,What I am,I am you,All of you,I am that hunger in your breast,The puppeteer holding you strings,I am the primordial ooze from whence you came,I am that voice in your head,That which raises your fist to another,I am the dark shapes in your periphery,Those whom make your pulse race,I am each butterfly wing removed,I am no theory,I am intrinsic human nature,Call me chaos.

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