Do watering eyes grow the soul?
To The Letter
Posted in Writing with tags geosolus, Judgement, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger on 20/11/2022 by GeoSolusKnowing the source
To this fountain of sorrow
Reveals the depths of your being
Each tear a path
From your soul to your cheek
Running to a quiver
Of lips yet to speak
To a trembling chin
Trying to utter the sins
That present you thus
Before me
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Tell me
What’s on your mind
What is the nature
Of the crime
That stirs your very core
Is this heartbreak a loss
Of love
Or the cost
Of actions
You use to deceive me
What Started Out As Tyranny
Posted in Writing with tags Fair Flames, geosolus, lyric, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Chariot, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Slow Burn on 11/11/2022 by GeoSolusIdentity
It’s who I am
It’s what I am
It’s what I have
It’s what belongs to me
It’s what I feel
Not what is real
Unless of course
You see me pleased
See, I don’t care
And I don’t share
And you’re the burden
Inside my lair
So do what I say
And stay out of my way
As I let my chaos reign
’cause
It all makes sense to me
’cause
I want you
To do what I want
I want you
To beg
To grovel
And shake
’cause
I want you
Naked and screaming
I want you
In anguish
And ready to hate
For it is my cause
Caws
Caws
Caws
…
The Point
Posted in Writing with tags Death, geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Conversations on 10/11/2022 by GeoSolus“What is the point of your art?”
“To reach out and touch people from beyond the grave.”
Hear Me Out
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic, The Tower, XIII on 09/11/2022 by GeoSolus
Lend me an ear so that I may tell you a tale of redemption…
08/11/22
Posted in Diary on 08/11/2022 by GeoSolus“We all have grains of madness mixed in with the sand in the hourglass of our existence.”
In Absence
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic, Photography, The Sun, XIII on 07/11/2022 by GeoSolus
The night belonged to hymn. A gentle song ushering the son to rise.
Little Sister
Posted in Writing with tags geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Tower on 06/11/2022 by GeoSolusI will get in to your head
Take your bleeding heart
Set you on a course
That you cannot depart
I set these words in motion
As a warning
Not a dare
I tried to give you a direction
And you returned with a blank stare
I told you not to climb
To the point of no return
But you will not listen
I told you at the top
You will only crash and burn
Yet you remain persistent
I guess that you’re a child
Who doesn’t want to be a kid
I guess you’ll learn the hard way
Like I did
05/11/22
Posted in Diary on 05/11/2022 by GeoSolusIt is important to keep accounts and to hold people accountable for their actions. There are no exceptions to this. The individual has to lead by example and not tolerate the willfully ignorant.
Organic Orgasmic Origami
Posted in Writing with tags Fair Flames, geosolus, lyric, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Lovers, The Slow Burn on 04/11/2022 by GeoSolusFree fools
Three words
And paper cuts
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