Archive for The Cloak And The Dagger


Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , on 09/06/2023 by GeoSolus

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.


Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on 22/05/2023 by GeoSolus

They 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 , , , , 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 , , , , , on 22/02/2023 by GeoSolus

They vacillate

From one vassal state

To another

Of Sound Mind

Posted in Visual Art with tags , , , , on 21/02/2023 by GeoSolus

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


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


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


It all makes sense to me


I want you

To do what I want

I want you

To beg

To grovel

And shake


I want you

Naked and screaming

I want you

In anguish

And ready to hate

For it is my cause




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.