Archive for the Writing Category

Solitaire

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , on 09/06/2023 by GeoSolus

There are two things to note when you come across a lone wolf: the first is that you are perceived as a threat and second is that the pack isn’t far, just out of sight.

Kult

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on 22/05/2023 by GeoSolus

They took everything from me

Yet I have you

An image

And for some that would be

A new religion

Dream

Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 20/03/2023 by GeoSolus

Cherry lips for snowy mountains

A rising sun as a kiss goodnight

Melting ice that feeds a fountain

A source that gives the gift of life

Close your eyes

I’ll find you there

Close you eyes

And we will share

Our private place of rest

An Introduction

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 15/03/2023 by GeoSolus

“I took a journey in the dark, with nothing but the voices of fallen angels to guide me.”

The Song Of Lost Souls

Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 03/03/2023 by GeoSolus

A place that becomes a thought

A face that becomes a wish

And a dream that binds them

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Two voices in the ether

One asking you to listen

The other asking you to listen to yourself

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So many stories

Yet only one truth

In absence

*

Yet present

Through space

And time

The Human Touch

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 22/02/2023 by GeoSolus

They vacillate

From one vassal state

To another

Mother’s Milk

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 22/02/2023 by GeoSolus

This fruit is digital

Counting fingers

Down, in to oblivion

Ma China Doll

Posted in Diary, Writing with tags , , , , on 15/02/2023 by GeoSolus

There was something in those lines

That sealed a thought in my mind

My world

Alone

At peace

A window open

To breathe with the soul

In silence

Morphology

Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 10/02/2023 by GeoSolus

Defiled then changed

Because

Nothing could ever be the same

What used to feel

Turned strange

What used to matter

Consistently deranged

Any sense of loss

Distant and obscure

What was pure…

What was pure?

I guess bullshit

It’s the only constant

To The Letter

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 20/11/2022 by GeoSolus

Knowing 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