Archive for Mirrors And Black Magic

Life

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , on 22/04/2021 by GeoSolus

Life. A cycle of sorts that differentiates from other cycles by its ability to evolve when its course is altered. An ability made possible by senses that can detect environment and energy, and an intellect that can process what these senses detect. An ability that creates self awareness, which in turn brings the notion of mortality. Life is thus a fight for survival and the key to this survival is understanding.

Behind The Stigma

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 19/04/2021 by GeoSolus

These brittle little cogs

In the delusional machine

Have left the future

Far behind them

To drown in hails

Of primal screams

What of their youth?

What of their dreams?

What of the stigma

They create

With their ignorance and folly

And their whiny little traits

Just let them run

Towards the cliff

Let them believe

That they can fly

And the future maybe saved

From this breed of breathing lies

Cold Comforts

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , , on 09/04/2021 by GeoSolus

Disregard the surrounding chaos

Just focus on those mischievous eyes

There is a plan behind them

Where grey and white is all that matters

Where sparks bridge the void

With all the duality of an oculus

A third eye peers out from deep inside

Reaching and receiving in equal measures

Beyond the actions and reactions of feelings

And their poor judgement

Bleed

Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 04/04/2021 by GeoSolus

Over four decades of scars

But hey, I’m okay

I have my stories to tell

A history of violence

Upon which to dwell

From the little boy

Punching trees to harden his fists

To the cool eyed whatever I’ve become

I’m okay

I’m not here to preach

I’m not here to teach

I’ll just share my way

So that the broken can fix themselves

Learn to smile and say:

Embrace the joys of life

Wherever they may be

Even in the darkest corners of existence

Be persistent

And you’ll be okay

Momentous Thorn

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , on 27/03/2021 by GeoSolus

All you need to do is nothing

Then I can move ahead

Without you

Without you

Without you

In my way, I’ll make my way

And make a new space in my head

Without you

I can dream of better days

And make them bloom in to the real

Where the future is my own

With nothing there for you to steal

So just you stay right where you are

And watch me walk away

Without action and in silence

That’s the role you have to play

So I can feel the thorn extracting

Pull out from my side

And let the blood flow from the wound

Knowing it will heal with time

Little Devil

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 24/03/2021 by GeoSolus

Her eyes

A glance from the void

A taste of infinity

Hypnotically deep

Holding within

A hint of divination

A memory to keep

Within the hidden arenas

Of the subconscious

Red

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 23/03/2021 by GeoSolus

“Once you had my blood removed from your womb, you placed yourself beyond redemption.”

Little Devil

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , on 22/03/2021 by GeoSolus

What’s in a smile?

Contagion!

Cells

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on 03/03/2021 by GeoSolus

All played out

Burning up

The last of this energy

Still, with reserve

Desperately trying to hold

A minimum of dignity

Before the last of our emotions

Turn to dust

Quadrants

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , on 22/02/2021 by GeoSolus

Nothing is the same

Within a constant evolution

Even when the obvious

Overshadows the detail