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.
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Solitaire
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags Mirrors And Black Magic, geosolus, The Cloak And The Dagger, Photography, The Hermit on 09/06/2023 by GeoSolusEye In The Sky
Posted in Visual Art with tags 6.1.3.Kong, geosolus, Photography, The Moon on 07/06/2023 by GeoSolusKult
Posted in Writing with tags geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, Psy-Co., The Cloak And The Dagger, The High Priestess on 22/05/2023 by GeoSolusThey took everything from me
Yet I have you
An image
And for some that would be
A new religion
Universal Mind
Posted in Visual Art with tags Dream, geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic on 04/04/2023 by GeoSolusA Taste In The Air
Posted in Visual Art with tags geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic, The Empress on 22/03/2023 by GeoSolusDream
Posted in Writing with tags Dream, geosolus, Poetry, The Lovers on 20/03/2023 by GeoSolusCherry 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
Breathe
Posted in Visual Art with tags geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic on 16/03/2023 by GeoSolusAn Introduction
Posted in Writing with tags geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Psy-Co., The Cloak And The Dagger, The Magician on 15/03/2023 by GeoSolus“I took a journey in the dark, with nothing but the voices of fallen angels to guide me.”
Weapon Of Choice
Posted in Visual Art with tags geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic, Psy-Co. on 09/03/2023 by GeoSolusThe Song Of Lost Souls
Posted in Writing with tags geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Chariot on 03/03/2023 by GeoSolusA 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
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Yet present
Through space
And time