26/11/22

Posted in Diary on 26/11/2022 by GeoSolus

Do watering eyes grow the soul?

To The Letter

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 20/11/2022 by GeoSolus

Knowing the source

To this fountain of sorrow

Reveals the depths of your being

Each tear a path

From your soul to your cheek

Running to a quiver

Of lips yet to speak

To a trembling chin

Trying to utter the sins

That present you thus

Before me

*

Tell me

What’s on your mind

What is the nature

Of the crime

That stirs your very core

Is this heartbreak a loss

Of love

Or the cost

Of actions

You use to deceive me

What Started Out As Tyranny

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , on 11/11/2022 by GeoSolus

Identity

It’s who I am

It’s what I am

It’s what I have

It’s what belongs to me

It’s what I feel

Not what is real

Unless of course

You see me pleased

See, I don’t care

And I don’t share

And you’re the burden

Inside my lair

So do what I say

And stay out of my way

As I let my chaos reign

’cause

It all makes sense to me

’cause

I want you

To do what I want

I want you

To beg

To grovel

And shake

’cause

I want you

Naked and screaming

I want you

In anguish

And ready to hate

For it is my cause

Caws

Caws

Caws

The Point

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 10/11/2022 by GeoSolus

“What is the point of your art?”

“To reach out and touch people from beyond the grave.”

Hear Me Out

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , on 09/11/2022 by GeoSolus

Lend me an ear so that I may tell you a tale of redemption…

08/11/22

Posted in Diary on 08/11/2022 by GeoSolus

“We all have grains of madness mixed in with the sand in the hourglass of our existence.”

In Absence

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 07/11/2022 by GeoSolus

The night belonged to hymn. A gentle song ushering the son to rise.

Little Sister

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 06/11/2022 by GeoSolus

I will get in to your head

Take your bleeding heart

Set you on a course

That you cannot depart

I set these words in motion

As a warning

Not a dare

I tried to give you a direction

And you returned with a blank stare

I told you not to climb

To the point of no return

But you will not listen

I told you at the top

You will only crash and burn

Yet you remain persistent

I guess that you’re a child

Who doesn’t want to be a kid

I guess you’ll learn the hard way

Like I did

05/11/22

Posted in Diary on 05/11/2022 by GeoSolus

It is important to keep accounts and to hold people accountable for their actions. There are no exceptions to this. The individual has to lead by example and not tolerate the willfully ignorant.

Organic Orgasmic Origami

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , on 04/11/2022 by GeoSolus

Free fools

Three words

And paper cuts