Archive for The Chariot

The Drain

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 29/10/2019 by GeoSolus

A blood moon turned white before it was time to be gone. Maybe I should of paid heed to the sign. Maybe I misinterpreted the situation but either way I ended up going from limbo to limbo. Life, death, the cycle revolves like a young couple discovering romance for the first time until the lessons learned lead to another cycle. A variation on a theme, from joy to heartbreak and yet another lesson learned. Well I tried and failed then tried again and failed again and yet I can’t help but feel. Feel that maybe one day I’ll find that part of me I’ve spent my life looking for.

Western Winds

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , on 18/05/2019 by GeoSolus

Walk with me
Walk to the edge
Face the fate
That we may face
In ever changing times

Where one man’s crime
May be
Another’s salvation
A drop of blood
In an ocean of tears
Diluting the sorrows
Of life

Under the knife
May just
Cut away the origin
Of bitter sweet existence
So walk with me
Until the edge
Of what once was
Resistance

Under A Pale Horse

Posted in Music, Writing with tags , , , , , , on 24/03/2019 by GeoSolus

Looking back
Walking back
Is not a way
To get ahead

Bye! Gone!
Be gone
Take the way
That once was set

You know the rules
The principles
That always held you fast
Any deviation from the path
Will just start digging up the past

You made too many enemies
And lost too many friends
To let the shallows that surround you
Bring you to your end

So turn around
And break the sound
Of childish
Little cunts

They are the plague
Bringers of rage
The scum
Of all the runts

Disdain is their destiny
Dish it to them cold
With intellect
The retrospect
Will have them bought and sold

Leave them with a silence
That shows what they deserve
As the future of humanity
Is the only thing you serve

Saddle Up

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , on 25/01/2019 by GeoSolus

He’s dangerous
So they say
He’s going to get you
Thinking
When you should really pray
For reality
Is not what it seems
The truth hurts
More
Than floating in a dream

His touch
Will taint
The tips of his fingers
Will paint
An image of your desires
And the fire
Lit
Will consume your nights
Your daze
Will graze
In the pastures
Of who you really are

Where To From Here

Posted in Music, Writing with tags , , , , , , on 18/07/2018 by GeoSolus

The storm has passed
For now
We managed to survive
Somehow
After all the ups and downs
Feeling like we drowned
We found each others arms
But how?

The silence that prevails
Is dear
We somehow overcame
The fear
After all the tears and loss
We left behind what once was
Now we wonder where to go
From here

The Destructive Masses

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 30/01/2018 by GeoSolus

Jacked in to a system
Once a universal mind
Corrupted by short sightedness
Misleading the blind

What was once a weave
Of hopes and thoughts
Now dim witted and absurd
A chaotic mix of morons
And the mentally disturbed

The scar tissue on intellect
Inflicted by their fear
Is all that’s left
Of what once was
Before the great mind
Disappeared

Medium

Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 17/03/2017 by GeoSolus

Watch the dead before the bombs
Before the blood seeped from their souls
Before the walls, the tears…
The fall of Empire
Watch and feel the swell inside
It’s just a ride

It’s just a ride.