Blood

Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 06/07/2021 by GeoSolus

They fell from the sky

Before my time

After years of war

Fighting for our future

I am glad that they cannot see

What has come to pass

The bleating herd

Its narcissistic nature

And the disregard for the freedom

For which they fought and perished

I shall endeavour

Until my dying breath

To make this world a better place

In their honour

Ka

Posted in Diary, Writing on 29/06/2021 by GeoSolus

If you truly want to understand love remove all notions of sex and sexuality.

Keys

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 19/05/2021 by GeoSolus

We sat at the piano

Side by side, you and I

The metronome ticking

To keep me in time

The left hand path

At the tips of my fingers

A focus on rhythm

A root for the singer

Who sat there in silence

While learning to lead

As you lay down the melody

Thus planting the seed

Death Of An Inventor

Posted in Diary, Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , on 16/05/2021 by GeoSolus

There was a suicide in the family. Somewhere in my bloodline a man left behind his wife and five children during a time of deep depression. The youngest of the five children did not believe it to be suicide and until her dying day considered it to be an accident. She told me this in my younger years after I had explained to her that I was the only one left who was interested in her story.

She told me about her father and how he had invented a cinema screen that was perforated in such a manner that sound could travel through it without effecting the image being projected upon it. After investing in research and developing the screen he had put a patent on his invention. However a company took his invention, changed the shape of the holes slightly, put a patent of their own on it and put it on the market before he got his invention out in to the big wide world. This led him in to bankruptcy and shortly after he was found dead in the living room of the family home. Poisoned by an unlit gas fire.

Foundation

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 10/05/2021 by GeoSolus

Upon what do you stand?

The Earth?

Your feet?

Others?

The Question

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on 08/05/2021 by GeoSolus

Within the reach of kings

Touched by the tainted

Fuelled by cult and obsession

The web of lies expands

Spinning in to oblivion

I thought of you

But you didn’t return the favour

Preferring to spin another lie

An obvious deception

Leaving me with the question

Where is the fruit I was promised?

XII

Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 07/05/2021 by GeoSolus

Treasures found in unspoken places

A pulse lingering deep in to the night

He took another sip from the vessel

And felt the warmth of the water of life

Farewell old friend he whispered

In time we’re sure to meet again…

The Prince

Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 05/05/2021 by GeoSolus

My tears become a storm

A rage I can barely handle

Pushing to the brink

Of self control

It’s in my soul

This world that you created

Distanced from the real

A parasitical disaster

Sucking at my thoughts

Draining life from what is pure

Building in a system

That is becoming

Immune to your poison

Life

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , on 22/04/2021 by GeoSolus

Life. A cycle of sorts that differentiates from other cycles by its ability to evolve when its course is altered. An ability made possible by senses that can detect environment and energy, and an intellect that can process what these senses detect. An ability that creates self awareness, which in turn brings the notion of mortality. Life is thus a fight for survival and the key to this survival is understanding.

Behind The Stigma

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 19/04/2021 by GeoSolus

These brittle little cogs

In the delusional machine

Have left the future

Far behind them

To drown in hails

Of primal screams

What of their youth?

What of their dreams?

What of the stigma

They create

With their ignorance and folly

And their whiny little traits

Just let them run

Towards the cliff

Let them believe

That they can fly

And the future maybe saved

From this breed of breathing lies