Life moves on
Even when the vultures soar
Above and beyond
The threats to our fragile existence
We remain
Defiant and eager to breathe
For nature abhors a vacuum
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Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Second Ritual, The Wheel Of Fortune on 10/05/2020 by GeoSolusCrimson Heart
Posted in Writing with tags Claire Voyance, geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Empress on 02/05/2020 by GeoSolusA deep dark red
A lick of the flame
A shimmering highlight
For an emerald gaze
This lady stands
This lady waits
While still emotions
Compose her pale traits
And in those eyes
That pierce through the haze
A distant hint of tragedy
Is framed by the blaze
Method
Posted in Writing with tags geosolus, Judgement, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger on 06/04/2020 by GeoSolusStart from the top
Work your way down
An eye for the king
A boot for the clown
With nowhere to run
And nowhere to hide
Be the knife to the throat
Not the thorn in the side
V Empire
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags Cyberpunk, Justice, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Emperor, The Empress, The Second Ritual on 15/03/2020 by GeoSolus
Let me borrow your smile
While I cruise through this reality
Where nerves and circuits intertwine
Electric minds
In search of the divine
So close
Yet somehow
Pass each other by
Third Time A Charm
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, Temperance, The Second Ritual on 25/02/2020 by GeoSolus
Somewhere between
A dream and a drug
Both real and surreal
Divided by thought
United by paths
The impact was inevitable
The shattered minds
The broken souls
Must heal together
There is no other
Option or choice
Within destiny or fate
Together we breath
Together we bleed
Together we die
Twisting The Fates
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags geosolus, Hands, Mirrors And Black Magic, Photography on 18/02/2020 by GeoSolus
To become a master of one’s destiny we must first capture our demons and hold them on a tight leash.
Written In Stone
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic, The Cloak And The Dagger, Zhi Jing on 14/02/2020 by GeoSolus
I watched the blood of the mother of mother spray a crimson mist upon a white handkerchief. It was a sign that she was soon to pass and time brought this sign to conclusion and left me as a child with a trinket carved out of jade. This trinket took the form of an elephant for an elephant never forgets.
