Archive for Justice

Relaxed And Apathetic

Posted in Music, Writing with tags , , , , , , on 19/07/2018 by GeoSolus

Pop a pill and watch them die
No need to smile, no need to cry
One shot
One stabbed
Another fried
Who gives a shit
They played
They lied
This game has rules
You can’t defy
So be the life
They can’t deny

Just be…

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Reptile

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 06/02/2018 by GeoSolus

It just is
Always has been

Balance can be found
Through extremes

The distance between
These open hands
Is where you show
Just where you stand

Ready
To embrace the world
Or confined
To simple prayer
Will you bring
A pause for peace
Or will you be
The slayer

All is fair
In love and war
For deceivers
For the cheats
But the one who wins
With honest heart
Is glorious indeed

Stage I – The Cognitive Act

Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 19/02/2016 by GeoSolus

The senses record the waves and their variations for the brain to assimilate. Each variation is a new experience registered for future reference to help speed up the process of interaction should a similar experience occur.
The mind stores and interprets data as it is received to help fine tune instinct and help prepare the being for future encounters. It is blind to the world and dependent on the senses to keep it aware of the surrounding environment but it has the ability to restructure information and define the limitations of both its dependency and of the senses upon which it is dependent. The mind is thus capable of overriding the senses and pushing the being to actions that defy both instinct and perceived reality.

Tooth And Claw

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , on 24/12/2015 by GeoSolus

Claws

With words, we tear each other apart. A cycle dominated by the ego. A vicious circle that pushes for infinity until one picks up the plume and writes all wrongs. Then simply, moves on.

Nimbus

Posted in Visual Art with tags , , on 17/12/2013 by GeoSolus

Stage 4

Stage 4

Foreplay

Posted in Writing with tags , , on 10/08/2011 by GeoSolus

Organised chaos burning minds

These burning matters on the tongue

Clenching fists and trying to find

Some reason, some purpose

Some balancing of scales

As the reptiles taste the air of revolution