There are two things to note when you come across a lone wolf: the first is that you are perceived as a threat and second is that the pack isn’t far, just out of sight.
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Solitaire
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags Mirrors And Black Magic, geosolus, The Cloak And The Dagger, Photography, The Hermit on 09/06/2023 by GeoSolusKult
Posted in Writing with tags geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, Psy-Co., The Cloak And The Dagger, The High Priestess on 22/05/2023 by GeoSolusThey took everything from me
Yet I have you
An image
And for some that would be
A new religion
An Introduction
Posted in Writing with tags geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Psy-Co., The Cloak And The Dagger, The Magician on 15/03/2023 by GeoSolus“I took a journey in the dark, with nothing but the voices of fallen angels to guide me.”
The Human Touch
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Hierophant on 22/02/2023 by GeoSolusOf Sound Mind
Posted in Visual Art with tags geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic, Psy-Co., The Cloak And The Dagger on 21/02/2023 by GeoSolusTo The Letter
Posted in Writing with tags geosolus, Judgement, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger on 20/11/2022 by GeoSolusKnowing the source
To this fountain of sorrow
Reveals the depths of your being
Each tear a path
From your soul to your cheek
Running to a quiver
Of lips yet to speak
To a trembling chin
Trying to utter the sins
That present you thus
Before me
*
Tell me
What’s on your mind
What is the nature
Of the crime
That stirs your very core
Is this heartbreak a loss
Of love
Or the cost
Of actions
You use to deceive me
What Started Out As Tyranny
Posted in Writing with tags Fair Flames, geosolus, lyric, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Chariot, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Slow Burn on 11/11/2022 by GeoSolusIdentity
It’s who I am
It’s what I am
It’s what I have
It’s what belongs to me
It’s what I feel
Not what is real
Unless of course
You see me pleased
See, I don’t care
And I don’t share
And you’re the burden
Inside my lair
So do what I say
And stay out of my way
As I let my chaos reign
’cause
It all makes sense to me
’cause
I want you
To do what I want
I want you
To beg
To grovel
And shake
’cause
I want you
Naked and screaming
I want you
In anguish
And ready to hate
For it is my cause
Caws
Caws
Caws
…
The Point
Posted in Writing with tags Death, geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Conversations on 10/11/2022 by GeoSolus“What is the point of your art?”
“To reach out and touch people from beyond the grave.”
Little Sister
Posted in Writing with tags geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Tower on 06/11/2022 by GeoSolusI will get in to your head
Take your bleeding heart
Set you on a course
That you cannot depart
I set these words in motion
As a warning
Not a dare
I tried to give you a direction
And you returned with a blank stare
I told you not to climb
To the point of no return
But you will not listen
I told you at the top
You will only crash and burn
Yet you remain persistent
I guess that you’re a child
Who doesn’t want to be a kid
I guess you’ll learn the hard way
Like I did
Thir Námhan (First Draft)
Posted in Writing with tags Dark Art, Fair Flames, geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Fool, The Slow Burn on 31/10/2022 by GeoSolusCandles were lit as a romantic gesture while the fruit of the union was laid upon the alter in preparation for sacrifice.
This was to be a gift for egos who wanted far more than they deserved and who were prepared to do anything to get it. Thus the blood of the innocent was to be spilt for them to feel sated.
The sacrifice was a boy still far from manhood. Drowsy from the effects of distilled spirits and unaware of his intended fate.(…)
When the blade in his father’s hand rose above his beating chest, it glinted in the candle light and in that instant he thought he could see a shining star. A star that brought darkness as he slipped unconscious.
Blood ran in rivulets down his ribcage as the mother called for servants to prepare the boy for the flame. The servants approached the dying boy, lifted him gently then left in silence while his parents embraced each other in order to initiate sexual intercourse.
The boy was carried to an illuminated room, in the centre of which was a long rectangular shaped table, topped with stainless steel and behind which stood a hooded figure wearing a surgical mask. With a gesture of the hand, the figure ushered the servants to come forward then opened their arms to present the table before them. The servants placed the boy upon the cold stainless steel, making the boy display the slightest of shivers.
The hooded figure looked down upon the him with large amber eyes and with a warm androgynous voice said: “I am here to save you my boy.”
Translated from the shadows.