Archive for The Cell

Keys

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 19/05/2021 by GeoSolus

We sat at the piano

Side by side, you and I

The metronome ticking

To keep me in time

The left hand path

At the tips of my fingers

A focus on rhythm

A root for the singer

Who sat there in silence

While learning to lead

As you lay down the melody

Thus planting the seed

Death Of An Inventor

Posted in Diary, Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , on 16/05/2021 by GeoSolus

There was a suicide in the family. Somewhere in my bloodline a man left behind his wife and five children during a time of deep depression. The youngest of the five children did not believe it to be suicide and until her dying day considered it to be an accident. She told me this in my younger years after I had explained to her that I was the only one left who was interested in her story.

She told me about her father and how he had invented a cinema screen that was perforated in such a manner that sound could travel through it without effecting the image being projected upon it. After investing in research and developing the screen he had put a patent on his invention. However a company took his invention, changed the shape of the holes slightly, put a patent of their own on it and put it on the market before he got his invention out in to the big wide world. This led him in to bankruptcy and shortly after he was found dead in the living room of the family home. Poisoned by an unlit gas fire.

Foundation

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 10/05/2021 by GeoSolus

Upon what do you stand?

The Earth?

Your feet?

Others?

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.

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