Archive for Poetry

V Empire

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , , , on 15/03/2020 by GeoSolus

Empire Squared
Let me borrow your smile
While I cruise through this reality
Where nerves and circuits intertwine
Electric minds
In search of the divine
So close
Yet somehow pass each other by

Third Time A Charm

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 25/02/2020 by GeoSolus

Third Sequence Layout

Somewhere between
A dream and a drug
Both real and surreal

Divided by thought
United by paths
The impact was inevitable

The shattered minds
The broken souls
Must heal together

There is no other
Option or choice
Within destiny or fate

Together we breath
Together we bleed
Together we die

From Afar

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 08/02/2020 by GeoSolus

You don’t see you
The way I do
The lines you draw
When you close your eyes
The curve of your spine
When you reach deep inside
The corners of your lips
That are almost a smile
That is the magic
That is you
That is the magic
Of which you are now aware

One Born Every Second

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , , , on 03/02/2020 by GeoSolus

Cell Animate Test 4

Twisted little gods

From twisted little people

Interpreting a world

They’ll never understand

Ignorance

Cover ups

The blind eye turned

Away from the fruit

Of their sins

Crash

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

AMG Test 8
A soul searcher
Of little experience
Still looking for a way
Out of the cocoon

Is this a test?
The mind wonders
Into questions
And the answers
Fade
With the process

The Divine Sleeper

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , on 19/11/2019 by GeoSolus

The Divine Sleeper Test 01
Born with the bombs
That blew apart
Our civilized unions
And broke our fragile hearts

These streets run red
In all of the confusion
Just more collateral
A blood to concrete perfusion

For the divine
Sleeper’s dream
It is but a warning
A silent war of thoughts
A tempestuous brain storming

Decisions clouded over
This dire reign of greed
Tapping failing veins
To gloat rather than feed

A price you never paid
A debt that you created
Always paid in full
By those that you sedated

With chemical and cult
You pierced
And then you pried
Until their cerebral cortex
Was washed
Then hung out to dry

For the divine
Sleeper’s dream
No need to pay them heed
For you will never suffer
For you will never bleed

The Call

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , on 05/11/2019 by GeoSolus

You reap what you sow
Feel the pain of your actions
Or the pleasure
Of a multitude of distractions

You have faith
And dance around the reaper
For the one who gives you certainty
Is most certainly a keeper

You get lost in thought
Hope for a chance
To find some kind of balance
Within your notions of romance

To no avail