The ephemeral nature of digital media makes mediums such as books a requirement to maintain uncorrupted records for the future.
03/08/22
Posted in Diary on 03/08/2022 by GeoSolusWhen presented with simply two choices to make, I tend to look for a third option.
23/07/22
Posted in Diary with tags The Fool on 23/07/2022 by GeoSolusThe 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 geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic, The Moon, The Sun, The World on 22/07/2022 by GeoSolus
Night Vision
Posted in Writing with tags geosolus, Judgement, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger, XIII on 15/07/2022 by GeoSolusJust 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
Accidents
Suicide
Burning flags
An uneasy uprising
I close my eyes
And hear it all
Whispers in the dark
Time to act
Like clowns
React
Like chemistry
Silence
Those with open eyes
Held in the sights
They embrace the void
Before the sword ascends
An Old Soldier
Posted in Writing with tags geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Emperor, XIII on 14/07/2022 by GeoSolusA 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 geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The High Priestess, XIII 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 geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Moon, XIII on 12/07/2022 by GeoSolus
Nurtured Nature
Posted in Writing with tags geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, XIII, Zhi Jing on 11/07/2022 by GeoSolusMy 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 geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Star on 10/07/2022 by GeoSolusA 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
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