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
Archive for The Cloak And The Dagger
V Empire
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags Cyberpunk, Justice, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Emperor, The Empress, The Second Ritual on 15/03/2020 by GeoSolusWritten In Stone
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic, The Cloak And The Dagger, Zhi Jing on 14/02/2020 by GeoSolus
I watched the blood of the mother of mother spray a crimson mist upon a white handkerchief. It was a sign that she was soon to pass and time brought this sign to conclusion and left me as a child with a trinket carved out of jade. This trinket took the form of an elephant for an elephant never forgets.
From Afar
Posted in Writing with tags geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Lovers on 08/02/2020 by GeoSolusYou 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 geosolus, Graphic Art, lyric, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Devils Toys, Worm on 03/02/2020 by GeoSolus
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
The 13th Factor
Posted in Visual Art with tags Death, geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic, The Cloak And The Dagger on 09/01/2020 by GeoSolus
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The Divine Sleeper
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags From The Ashes, geosolus, lyric, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger, The High Priestess, The Second Ritual, Zhi Jing on 19/11/2019 by GeoSolus
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 geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Hermit, The Second Ritual, The Slow Burn on 05/11/2019 by GeoSolusYou 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
