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The Understanding

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 19/09/2020 by GeoSolus

The reflection of his face shone in her eyes as she stared up towards him. He was looking aged beyond his years with each line and small scar telling a story of violence and turmoil but she had not changed in the slightest. It had to have been around twenty years since they had last met, maybe more. He knew that it couldn’t be her, it wasn’t her but he just wanted to believe it was so that he could feel again.


Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , , on 25/08/2020 by GeoSolus

AWake DreamerThere is something in the way you move
That reflects my mind
The projection of who I was
Where I’ve been
Who I am
And what I’ve seen
I see again
Through you


Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 27/06/2020 by GeoSolus

Allow me to grant you my rage for a while as I do not need it for the time being.
Be aware however that it belongs to me and I shall remove it from you as I see fit.Behind The Curtain

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Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 25/06/2020 by GeoSolus

“He knows.”

“I know”

“Why is he going along with it?”

“To relive old memories.”

“But his memories are so…this is not going to end well!”

“I know.”

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Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 24/06/2020 by GeoSolus

Upon a corner chair made of ornately carved French oak sat the man of the hour. His eyes were but shadows as a single overhead white light beamed down upon his skull and sharpened his features.
He was not alone. Just out of his reach sat a woman dressed in white. Her bare back turned to him, straight and toned from the base of her spine to the arcane symbol tattooed upon her neck. Her jet black hair took the form of an inverted V with tips that disappeared over her shoulders. Her legs were hidden underneath a skirt that sprawled across the floor to form a half circle before her. Upon her lap, between her hands, she held a silver chalice engraved with another arcane symbol. From it slivered a wisp of smoke that rose towards her painted face. She inhaled then held her breathe and time seemed to stop in that instant.
The first ritual was now complete.

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Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 23/06/2020 by GeoSolus

“He wants a gift in return for his knowledge.”

“Are you willing to make that sacrifice?”

“He said that it is the only way.”

“Is that so?”

“I am willing.”

“Then so be it.”

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Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 22/06/2020 by GeoSolus

The first taste of the flesh is an unveiling of mystery if the mind is willing.
Once the veil has been lifted and the paths to discovery have been followed to the limits of pleasure and pain then a thirst for something other shall manifest.

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Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 21/06/2020 by GeoSolus

“A soul for a soul”

“In what sense?”

“His return will bring loss.”

“A void that you can fill?”

“I do not know.”

“It is not too late to change course.”

“Oh but it is. He will not falter.”

“Will he be part of the loss?”

“I do not know.”

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Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 20/06/2020 by GeoSolus

The witching hour had passed when the man of the moment arrived at the temple. The place was empty save for a scroll and two lit candles placed in front of a chair. The chair upon which he had been seated during the ritual.
Now was the time for farewells and although he had wished for a final embrace he knew it was not to be. A note and a hint of her hope were all he had to start his final journey.

Your Move

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 06/06/2020 by GeoSolus

“You do not win a game of chess by being a chess piece but without them there is no game to play.”Mother