Archive for The Cloak And The Dagger

To The Letter

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 20/11/2022 by GeoSolus

Knowing 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

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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 , , , , , , , on 11/11/2022 by GeoSolus

Identity

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 , , , , 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 , , , , on 06/11/2022 by GeoSolus

I 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 , , , , , , on 31/10/2022 by GeoSolus

Candles 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.

The Hunter’s Wait

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 14/10/2022 by GeoSolus

I no longer give my word. I prefer to sow it in distant minds then watch for those who water it.

Wrists Of Kings

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 01/10/2022 by GeoSolus

You got all the attention that you did not want.

Between The Rocks

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 23/09/2022 by GeoSolus

He sang for a crow

Yet married a vulture

Picking at his bones

Even once they’d turned to ash

Not the scavenger

He had predicted

Not the murder

He had seen

He tied the knot

She strung the noose

We lost the legend

And she hopped away

Gilded

Under The Spell

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on 17/08/2022 by GeoSolus

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A time to remember

Came to an end

As a stream of noise

Became a torrent

Constant frequencies

Moronic undertones

Outraged overlords

Taking mediocrity

And turning it insane

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Be the mirror

Force them to reflect

On the mindless whores

That they’ve become

Publicize

Don’t demonize

And the truth

Will change

Their game

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See this world

For what it is

And save what can be saved

From the fashioning of life

Dictating thought

With forced agenda

Killing acts

To Make the numbers

And feigning passion

To kill the flame

Night Vision

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on 15/07/2022 by GeoSolus

Just because you cannot see it

Does not mean it is not there

Although the masters of illusion

Would tell you otherwise

While pulling the strings

Of tyrant kings

And demented clowns

A verdant view

The reaper’s hue

Stalks the shadows

With purpose in its orders

Four stars

Accidents

Suicide

Burning flags

An uneasy uprising

I close my eyes

And hear it all

Whispers in the dark

Time to act

Like clowns

React

Like chemistry

Silence

Those with open eyes

Held in the sights

They embrace the void

Before the sword ascends