Chemical Memories

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , on 14/07/2019 by GeoSolus

What many call love can be experienced with a pill or a cult for they have never truly loved. Through chemistry and faith, human emotions have been controlled for centuries and those who understand this hide their knowledge for various reasons. Some choose the path of mystery to avoid their knowledge being used for detrimental means. Others shroud their secrets with cloak and dagger to ensure an upper hand against all those who may oppose them. Yet a handful have always risen above these ways of manipulation for their hearts were forged in the fires of the universal mind.

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The Symbol

Posted in Visual Art with tags , , , , , on 03/07/2019 by GeoSolus

Crow Cell Colour Symbol Test 1

 

O.D.

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on 30/06/2019 by GeoSolus

Go with grace
An enigmatic smile
A peaceful face
Letting go
Gone
Gone without a trace

The Distortion

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on 19/06/2019 by GeoSolus

You are confused
My lonely child
You lust for love
From what was wild

That man who fills
Your heart’s desire
Has seen the ashes
Of passion’s fire

He has no need
For love or friend
For he already
Knows
The end

The Fan

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on 11/06/2019 by GeoSolus

Woke up
Naked and alone
Silently captive
In some stranger’s home
No recollection
Of what came before
A deep state of sleep
Where dreams are no more

Retribution

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , on 01/06/2019 by GeoSolus

It all stacks up
Over time
Accumulating turmoil
That’s the nature of the crime

A name
A place
A face
To face
The echoes
Of the past
There is no time
To waste
Once the die
Has been cast

Roll
With the blows
With an eye
On the goal
Stacking up
The reasons
To never lose
Your soul

Love For The Lost

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , on 31/05/2019 by GeoSolus

Broken little boy
I don’t know how to fix you
But I can make you
A better man

I understand
The hardship
The strife
The misgivings
All too human
That darken our lives

I can’t give you joy
I’ll just soften the blows
And replace the fist
With a hand
As this world can be forbidding
And life so unforgiving
I’ll forge that little boy
Into a man