Power grabs between the haves and the haves are of no interest to me.
I search for those who understand hardship and find a way to turn it in to a blessing.
To The Bone
Posted in Visual Art with tags geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic, The Devils Toys, The High Priestess, The Second Ritual, Zhi Jing on 23/11/2019 by GeoSolus
The Divine Sleeper
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags From The Ashes, geosolus, lyric, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger, The High Priestess, The Second Ritual, Zhi Jing on 19/11/2019 by GeoSolus
Born with the bombs
That blew apart
Our civilized unions
And broke our fragile hearts
These streets run red
In all of the confusion
Just more collateral
A blood to concrete perfusion
For the divine
Sleeper’s dream
It is but a warning
A silent war of thoughts
A tempestuous brain storming
Decisions clouded over
This dire reign of greed
Tapping failing veins
To gloat rather than feed
A price you never paid
A debt that you created
Always paid in full
By those that you sedated
With chemical and cult
You pierced
And then you pried
Until their cerebral cortex
Was washed
Then hung out to dry
For the divine
Sleeper’s dream
No need to pay them heed
For you will never suffer
For you will never bleed
The Call
Posted in Writing with tags geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Hermit, The Second Ritual, The Slow Burn on 05/11/2019 by GeoSolusYou reap what you sow
Feel the pain of your actions
Or the pleasure
Of a multitude of distractions
You have faith
And dance around the reaper
For the one who gives you certainty
Is most certainly a keeper
You get lost in thought
Hope for a chance
To find some kind of balance
Within your notions of romance
To no avail
The Guardian Of Secrets
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags Death, geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Fool, The Second Ritual on 31/10/2019 by GeoSolus
“From association to derivation to the spark of life granting creation, you were born and have the time to dwell. So swallow the pill and join me in Hell. Where you are blinded by faith and I am blinded by fury and our love refuses to let us see. That there is no future for you and me. You are life and I am death and if we sealed the deal with a kiss then I would forever be bereft.
So I feel you from a distance. Just out of touch. For my touch is reserved for those who have nothing left.”
The Drain
Posted in Writing with tags geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, The Chariot, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Second Ritual on 29/10/2019 by GeoSolusA blood moon turned white before it was time to be gone. Maybe I should of paid heed to the sign. Maybe I misinterpreted the situation but either way I ended up going from limbo to limbo. Life, death, the cycle revolves like a young couple discovering romance for the first time until the lessons learned lead to another cycle. A variation on a theme, from joy to heartbreak and yet another lesson learned. Well I tried and failed then tried again and failed again and yet I can’t help but feel. Feel that maybe one day I’ll find that part of me I’ve spent my life looking for.
Reaper 2.0
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags Death, geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Second Ritual on 17/10/2019 by GeoSolusTaking back what once was mine
For that old flame
Stood the test of time
Forever and a day
Just to say
You were missed
