He sang for a crow
Yet married a vulture
Picking at his bones
Even once they’d turned to ash
Not the scavenger
He had predicted
Not the murder
He had seen
He tied the knot
She strung the noose
We lost the legend
And she hopped away
Gilded
Between The Rocks
Posted in Writing with tags geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Hanged Man on 23/09/2022 by GeoSolus18/09/22
Posted in Diary on 18/09/2022 by GeoSolusThey will ignore the truth if the lie brings them comfort.
Nebula
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The World, XIII on 16/09/2022 by GeoSolus
I have witnessed
Worlds of deceit
Falling apart
Their crumbling vanity
Chemically enhanced
Setting the stage
For their requiem
11/09/22
Posted in Diary on 11/09/2022 by GeoSolusWhen a group of people all tell exactly the same story, there is a conspiracy afoot.
Synchronicity
Posted in Writing with tags geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, The Lovers, XIII on 06/09/2022 by GeoSolusThere was one. One who stood out from the rest. One who caught the inner eye and gently tied a little red thread around it. A pinky promise made in a realm beyond human understanding. Binding two souls who walked different roads, leading to different fates and yet somehow remained together. Feeling each other. Feeling that each step taken was a shortening of the thread. For the things they shared were larger than life. From a flower in a field to the forests, the oceans and the sky, from night to day, the celestial beings smiled and they smiled with them. Knowing that the other existed.
29/08/22
Posted in Diary on 29/08/2022 by GeoSolusBlues is to Jazz, what Punk is to Rock: A necessary cigarette break before getting back to the music.
Under The Spell
Posted in Writing with tags geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Chariot, The Cloak And The Dagger, Woedin's Reason on 17/08/2022 by GeoSolus*
A time to remember
Came to an end
As a stream of noise
Became a torrent
Constant frequencies
Moronic undertones
Outraged overlords
Taking mediocrity
And turning it insane
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Be the mirror
Force them to reflect
On the mindless whores
That they’ve become
Publicize
Don’t demonize
And the truth
Will change
Their game
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See this world
For what it is
And save what can be saved
From the fashioning of life
Dictating thought
With forced agenda
Killing acts
To Make the numbers
And feigning passion
To kill the flame
17/08/22
Posted in Diary on 17/08/2022 by GeoSolusThe incessant misuse and redefining of words has stripped them of meaning.
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