Archive for The Cloak And The Dagger

Dueling Flames

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 31/03/2022 by GeoSolus

The root spreads with symbolism
Digging deep in to Mother Earth
Feeding the sprout
That reaches for the heavens
Taking from the cold and dark
To shine a light on our humanity

The Blue Blood Harvest

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , , on 22/03/2022 by GeoSolus

New clouds are forming

Around a generation of bored animals

Born in to self indulgence

Around the twisted turn of the century

When the noble kind were dead or dying

Killed by what they fought against

Killed by the parents of those bored animals

A Rapid Eye

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 28/02/2022 by GeoSolus

Tired of the flock

And the shepherd’s deceit

Tired of the burning flesh

Extinguished with fresh blood

Tired of the drugs

Killing the cure

Killing the spirit

Killing the heart

For a promise of gold

Tired, oh so tired

Yet sleep evades me

Master

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 28/01/2022 by GeoSolus

They get to know you over time

So they can teach you how to hate

They wait for you to progress

So that they can cut you down

They frown upon those who do you harm

After removing their reflection

So that you cannot perceive

The enemy beside you

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