Archive for Temperance

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

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


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
With the process

The Key

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on 19/02/2019 by GeoSolus

Lost heart
Far from home
From boy to man
He walked alone
Losing his way
On forsaken roads
He still had his mind
To lighten the load
The arms of a girl
Made him her boy
Now just a memory
Still a simple joy
Stopping the animal
Inside the man
Ripping apart
His ideals
His plans

Invocation – WIP

Posted in Visual Art with tags , , , , on 27/02/2018 by GeoSolus

Invocation WIP 1

Some more animation in the works.

BTM – Alone

Posted in Video, Visual Art with tags , , on 07/04/2016 by GeoSolus

Behind The Mask Alone

These cycles are all we understand for they reflect our births, lives and departures from existence. We love and burn each counted breath knowing that one final exhalation will carry us on that final journey we fear yet must learn to embrace to be able to overcome the pangs of rebirth.


Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , on 14/02/2016 by GeoSolus

Behind The Mask Before The Ribbon

A masquerade under the tyranny of manners. We hide our thoughts for fear of reprisal. We cloak the dagger and bide our time. I know this well but during my slumber you entered my mind and robbed me of my defences.