Posted in Diary on 04/08/2022 by GeoSolus

The ephemeral nature of digital media makes mediums such as books a requirement to maintain uncorrupted records for the future.


Posted in Diary on 03/08/2022 by GeoSolus

When presented with simply two choices to make, I tend to look for a third option.


Posted in Diary with tags on 23/07/2022 by GeoSolus

The curse of the comedian is to bring laughter to people while sinking in to depression after the show. Their reality is solitude.

Sun Down

Posted in Visual Art with tags , , , , , on 22/07/2022 by GeoSolus

Night Vision

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on 15/07/2022 by GeoSolus

Just because you cannot see it

Does not mean it is not there

Although the masters of illusion

Would tell you otherwise

While pulling the strings

Of tyrant kings

And demented clowns

A verdant view

The reaper’s hue

Stalks the shadows

With purpose in its orders

Four stars



Burning flags

An uneasy uprising

I close my eyes

And hear it all

Whispers in the dark

Time to act

Like clowns


Like chemistry


Those with open eyes

Held in the sights

They embrace the void

Before the sword ascends

An Old Soldier

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 14/07/2022 by GeoSolus

A silent knight

Eyes lost in contemplation

His spirit in a glass

Almost empty

Out of the reach

Of the civilised

He sits apart

Not knowing how to fit in

Even though the blood spilt

Was spilt in their name

Even though the barbarity

Is what they cheer on

Just Jade

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 13/07/2022 by GeoSolus

Green is the colour

Of the leaf that breathes

Of the fields that feed

Of a man at war

With envy and greed

Green is the colour

Of the letters XIII

A number it seems

One that redeems

In these times of need

Green is the colour

At the heart of the stone

Once blue and alone

Now refined and atoned

And ready to lead

Words As A Texture (Smoke Screen)

Posted in Visual Art with tags , , , , , on 12/07/2022 by GeoSolus
The Sixth Layer

Nurtured Nature

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

My little bird of spring

You somehow survived the winter

After refusing to leave

During the fall

You found a warmth

That melts the snow

And an embrace

That won’t let go

And thus declared

That warmer climes

Were not your call

The Arrested Hearts

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 10/07/2022 by GeoSolus

A black ram on the field of battle

Stands out from the herd

While the herder stands

With stick and fence

And profits on his mind

From the market

Just beyond the gates

Where slaughter makes the prophet

Of outcomes so predictable

And transactions quite obscure

All their actions vowed to silence

As their word is titled pure

Until the ram stares at the herd

Before glaring at the herder’s face

With an eye for an eye

And death before dishonour

Comes a sudden change of pace

Before all hearts

Skip a beat