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A Way With The Fae

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , , on 01/07/2020 by GeoSolus

Second Sequence LayoutAkin to the sprites
From the land of my birth
She danced, then posed, then laughed
Then curling her toes
Deep in to the sand
She reached out with soul
And whispered her craft

Come with me
To the edge of the desert
In search of wisdom and light
We shall taste infinity
And a thousand other delights

And so I followed her every step
To a place where time was no more
A tangible dream
A delectable scene
The incarnation of some ancient lore

In to her arms
I was bound
As heart and soul intertwined
And it was here
That I found my end
As I faded in to the divine


Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , on 30/06/2020 by GeoSolus

I’ve had many lives and learned enough lessons the hard way to know when to step back and when to act. Yet here I am. Surrounded by those with one life, one vision and one set way of thinking and I do not know if that will ever change.Lady Luck


Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 27/06/2020 by GeoSolus

Allow me to grant you my rage for a while as I do not need it for the time being.
Be aware however that it belongs to me and I shall remove it from you as I see fit.Behind The Curtain

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Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 25/06/2020 by GeoSolus

“He knows.”

“I know”

“Why is he going along with it?”

“To relive old memories.”

“But his memories are so…this is not going to end well!”

“I know.”

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Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 24/06/2020 by GeoSolus

Upon a corner chair made of ornately carved French oak sat the man of the hour. His eyes were but shadows as a single overhead white light beamed down upon his skull and sharpened his features.
He was not alone. Just out of his reach sat a woman dressed in white. Her bare back turned to him, straight and toned from the base of her spine to the arcane symbol tattooed upon her neck. Her jet black hair took the form of an inverted V with tips that disappeared over her shoulders. Her legs were hidden underneath a skirt that sprawled across the floor to form a half circle before her. Upon her lap, between her hands, she held a silver chalice engraved with another arcane symbol. From it slivered a wisp of smoke that rose towards her painted face. She inhaled then held her breathe and time seemed to stop in that instant.
The first ritual was now complete.

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Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 23/06/2020 by GeoSolus

“He wants a gift in return for his knowledge.”

“Are you willing to make that sacrifice?”

“He said that it is the only way.”

“Is that so?”

“I am willing.”

“Then so be it.”

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Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 22/06/2020 by GeoSolus

The first taste of the flesh is an unveiling of mystery if the mind is willing.
Once the veil has been lifted and the paths to discovery have been followed to the limits of pleasure and pain then a thirst for something other shall manifest.

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Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 21/06/2020 by GeoSolus

“A soul for a soul”

“In what sense?”

“His return will bring loss.”

“A void that you can fill?”

“I do not know.”

“It is not too late to change course.”

“Oh but it is. He will not falter.”

“Will he be part of the loss?”

“I do not know.”

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Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 20/06/2020 by GeoSolus

The witching hour had passed when the man of the moment arrived at the temple. The place was empty save for a scroll and two lit candles placed in front of a chair. The chair upon which he had been seated during the ritual.
Now was the time for farewells and although he had wished for a final embrace he knew it was not to be. A note and a hint of her hope were all he had to start his final journey.

The Traveler

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 18/06/2020 by GeoSolus

The TravellerShe moves in ways that captivate
My imagination
Roaming a cerebral wilderness
Beyond my recollections

She opens up my thoughts
Her hands suggest direction
Her lips a cheeky smile
Her eyes shine with affection

There’s something of a mystery
To what motivates her mind
Is she running to or from something
Or are we lost in time