Archive for The Cloak And The Dagger

Reaper 2.0

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 17/10/2019 by GeoSolus

Taking back what once was mine
Now that the old flame
Stood the test of time
Forever and a day
Just to say
You were missed

TRHBC - Reaper

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Chemical Memories

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , on 14/07/2019 by GeoSolus

What many call love can be experienced with a pill or a cult for they have never truly loved. Through chemistry and faith, human emotions have been controlled for centuries and those who understand this hide their knowledge for various reasons. Some choose the path of mystery to avoid their knowledge being used for detrimental means. Others shroud their secrets with cloak and dagger to ensure an upper hand against all those who may oppose them. Yet a handful have always risen above these ways of manipulation for their hearts were forged in the fires of the universal mind.

The Narrator Online

O.D.

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on 30/06/2019 by GeoSolus

Go with grace
An enigmatic smile
A peaceful face
Letting go
Gone
Gone without a trace

The Distortion

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on 19/06/2019 by GeoSolus

You are confused
My lonely child
You lust for love
From what was wild

That man who fills
Your heart’s desire
Has seen the ashes
Of passion’s fire

He has no need
For love or friend
For he already
Knows
The end

The Fan

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on 11/06/2019 by GeoSolus

Woke up
Naked and alone
Silently captive
In some stranger’s home
No recollection
Of what came before
A deep state of sleep
Where dreams are no more

The Whistler

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 23/05/2019 by GeoSolus

The program needs a face to appear less hostile and more approachable to the life with which it interacts. The time of observation is coming to a close and the reveal is inevitable so one must be prepared.

The Whistler Keys

She Played Solitaire

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on 13/04/2019 by GeoSolus

It took about sixteen hours to fly from Edinburgh to Hong Kong. Hours spent reading a personal diary that spoke of who he was during his past years in Scotland. The adventures that bordered legality and those that could threaten his freedom, all written by hand and bound in black leather. For him it was a keepsake but it could have been viewed by others as evidence. He knew that it was in his best interest to destroy it but there was an old sense of justice that lurked in the back of his mind. A voice from a younger self saying that everyone should be held accountable for their actions without exception. His time would come and that day the whole truth should be set free and so he kept the diary as it was the only record of that period of his life.
Upon arrival in Kong, a smartly lady dressed in white met him at the airport. She was expecting him but she was not expected. As she stepped out in front of him to announce her presence he side stepped her to meet his scheduled rendez-vous while mentally noting the face for future reference. She did of course resurface at several points during the making of his new life asking him to get in to a taxi. One day, after she had ceased appearing for three years, she turned up once more. He got in to the taxi and was never heard of again but the diary. The diary was in different hands.