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Dueling Flames

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 31/03/2022 by GeoSolus

The root spreads with symbolism
Digging deep in to Mother Earth
Feeding the sprout
That reaches for the heavens
Taking from the cold and dark
To shine a light on our humanity

The Blue Blood Harvest

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , , on 22/03/2022 by GeoSolus

New clouds are forming

Around a generation of bored animals

Born in to self indulgence

Around the twisted turn of the century

When the noble kind were dead or dying

Killed by what they fought against

Killed by the parents of those bored animals

GeoSolus

Posted in Visual Art with tags , , , on 11/03/2022 by GeoSolus
A world alone is a world at peace

Four Moons

Posted in Diary, Visual Art with tags , , , on 05/03/2022 by GeoSolus
GSN 4M Test 01

A Rapid Eye

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 28/02/2022 by GeoSolus

Tired of the flock

And the shepherd’s deceit

Tired of the burning flesh

Extinguished with fresh blood

Tired of the drugs

Killing the cure

Killing the spirit

Killing the heart

For a promise of gold

Tired, oh so tired

Yet sleep evades me

Master

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 28/01/2022 by GeoSolus

They get to know you over time

So they can teach you how to hate

They wait for you to progress

So that they can cut you down

They frown upon those who do you harm

After removing their reflection

So that you cannot perceive

The enemy beside you

A Map Of The Mind

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , , on 05/01/2022 by GeoSolus

As years turn into decades

Look back and find the patterns

The points upon which life pivots

The lines that were crossed

The success, the defeat

The moments where life

Rinses then repeats

And over time you shall see

Far in to the future

Miss Medicated

Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 29/12/2021 by GeoSolus

A dead eyed mall queen

Forces a fake smile

Then strikes a pose

To show the world

The emptiness inside

And yet she feels

With such emotion

A longing for a change

As reality grows darker

Yet

Her fantasies remain

It is a hard pill to swallow

A detachment

From the self

To be the product

Of the moment

Before returning

To the shelf

To gather dust

Over time

And watch the world

Pass on by

As what was empty

Fills with sadness

Yet

Those dead eyes remain dry

The Grey

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , on 07/12/2021 by GeoSolus

Maturity comes with experience and contemplation.

Thought Bubble

Posted in Visual Art with tags , , , , , on 03/12/2021 by GeoSolus