Archive for The Cloak And The Dagger

The Question

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on 08/05/2021 by GeoSolus

Within the reach of kings

Touched by the tainted

Fuelled by cult and obsession

The web of lies expands

Spinning in to oblivion

I thought of you

But you didn’t return the favour

Preferring to spin another lie

An obvious deception

Leaving me with the question

Where is the fruit I was promised?

The Prince

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

My tears become a storm

A rage I can barely handle

Pushing to the brink

Of self control

It’s in my soul

This world that you created

Distanced from the real

A parasitical disaster

Sucking at my thoughts

Draining life from what is pure

Building in a system

That is becoming

Immune to your poison

Behind The Stigma

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 19/04/2021 by GeoSolus

These brittle little cogs

In the delusional machine

Have left the future

Far behind them

To drown in hails

Of primal screams

What of their youth?

What of their dreams?

What of the stigma

They create

With their ignorance and folly

And their whiny little traits

Just let them run

Towards the cliff

Let them believe

That they can fly

And the future maybe saved

From this breed of breathing lies

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

N.O.C.

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags on 01/04/2021 by GeoSolus

“Knowledge is power if you know how to keep a secret. Be wise and know when it is time to be the forth monkey. You can observe, discuss and listen but do not take action unless the secret is out.”

Little Devil

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 24/03/2021 by GeoSolus

Her eyes

A glance from the void

A taste of infinity

Hypnotically deep

Holding within

A hint of divination

A memory to keep

Within the hidden arenas

Of the subconscious

Red

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 23/03/2021 by GeoSolus

“Once you had my blood removed from your womb, you placed yourself beyond redemption.”

King

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , , on 14/11/2020 by GeoSolus

A master of perception

Writing lines between the lines

Observing, absorbing, filtering

Before drawing conclusions

Like blood from the vein

Precisely, timed, focused

The essence of the all

Taken

One step at a time

Invocation

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 23/10/2020 by GeoSolus

The clock struck midnight as the two candles were lit. One for the future and the other for days gone by. A silent lady was present with a scroll and brush in one hand and a long flaming match in the other. The orange flames from the candles and match illuminated three small porcelain dishes upon which were neatly piled three pigments: black, red and white. A forth dish sat apart upon which the silent one placed the burning match so that it could burn to its end.

The scroll and brush were then placed on the floor in such a manner that they formed the Roman numeral V with the three dishes at its summit.

The lady then rose and turned on the spot, making her long white dress sway and the candles flicker. Stepping forward she faded in to darkness as a second lady came forth from it and knelt before the scroll and brush.

In her hands were two pieces of wood carved into the shape of serpents. The one in her left hand was painted black with purple eyes and the one in her right hand was painted white with crimson eyes. She unrolled the scroll and placed a serpent on either side so that the scroll remained open and flat on the floor. She rose, turned and a third lady shadowed past her holding a crystal bowl of water between her hands.

She placed the bowl opposite the dish upon which lay the now spent match and thus completed the symmetry of the objects before her. With the exception of the brush which was laying next to the black serpent. She picked it up with her left hand, dipped it in the bowl of water and with sharp and fast strokes wrote upon the scroll. Then, closing her eyes. She reached out to the pigments, clenched a handful of the first one she felt then threw it on the scroll. With her eyes remaining closed she lay down the brush, gently felt for the serpents and with the tips of her fingers pushed them apart. The scroll sprung back in to its cylindrical shape and she softly sighed knowing that she must remain still until both candles had reached their end.

The Burn

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , , , on 20/10/2020 by GeoSolus

Fire or water

One in the same

From the scars on the mountain

To the warmth of the flame