Archive for Fair Flames

A Seed

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on 18/09/2019 by GeoSolus

I left you
Where you were meant to dwell
In my heart
In my mind
My child who never was

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The Symbol

Posted in Visual Art with tags , , , , , on 03/07/2019 by GeoSolus

Crow Cell Colour Symbol Test 1

 

Retribution

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , on 01/06/2019 by GeoSolus

It all stacks up
Over time
Accumulating turmoil
That’s the nature of the crime

A name
A place
A face
To face
The echoes
Of the past
There is no time
To waste
Once the die
Has been cast

Roll
With the blows
With an eye
On the goal
Stacking up
The reasons
To never lose
Your soul

Love For The Lost

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , on 31/05/2019 by GeoSolus

Broken little boy
I don’t know how to fix you
But I can make you
A better man

I understand
The hardship
The strife
The misgivings
All too human
That darken our lives

I can’t give you joy
I’ll just soften the blows
And replace the fist
With a hand
As this world can be forbidding
And life so unforgiving
I’ll forge that little boy
Into a man

Western Winds

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , on 18/05/2019 by GeoSolus

Walk with me
Walk to the edge
Face the fate
That we may face
In ever changing times

Where one man’s crime
May be
Another’s salvation
A drop of blood
In an ocean of tears
Diluting the sorrows
Of life

Under the knife
May just
Cut away the origin
Of bitter sweet existence
So walk with me
Until the edge
Of what once was
Resistance

Slingshot

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , on 16/05/2019 by GeoSolus

I realise
You’ve
Been through a lot
So
Let me add to your troubles

You really must
Be
Used to it now
So
Let me pour you a double

Heathen’s Hand

Posted in Music, Writing with tags , , , , , , on 17/04/2019 by GeoSolus

I am no son of god
No devil’s spawn
I am a symbol of your world
And all that is wrong
Within your broken cult
A cultural crime
You want what is yours
Yet take what is mine

It is the nature of belief
To refuse the real
To take it all in good faith
But what you have you steal
You are murder, you are pain
An illusion’s fool
Chosen by a doctrine’s way
To be that doctrine’s tool

My nature’s natures way
I have the upper hand
You can keep your fantasies
When nature takes a stand
Strips the flesh from corrupt bones
Foundations of your faith
I shall not pray, nor forgive
When all is laid to waste