Archive for The High Priestess
To The Bone
Posted in Visual Art with tags geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic, Retribution, The Devils Toys, The High Priestess, The Second Ritual, Zhi Jing on 23/11/2019 by GeoSolusThe Divine Sleeper
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags From The Ashes, geosolus, lyric, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger, The High Priestess, The Second Ritual, Zhi Jing on 19/11/2019 by GeoSolus
Born with the bombs
That blew apart
Our civilized unions
And broke our fragile hearts
These streets run red
In all of the confusion
Just more collateral
A blood to concrete perfusion
For the divine
Sleeper’s dream
It is but a warning
A silent war of thoughts
A tempestuous brain storming
Decisions clouded over
This dire reign of greed
Tapping failing veins
To gloat rather than feed
A price you never paid
A debt that you created
Always paid in full
By those that you sedated
With chemical and cult
You pierced
And then you pried
Until their cerebral cortex
Was washed
Then hung out to dry
For the divine
Sleeper’s dream
No need to pay them heed
For you will never suffer
For you will never bleed
Zhi Jing W.I.P.
Posted in Visual Art with tags geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic, The Devils Toys, The High Priestess, Zhi Jing on 19/05/2019 by GeoSolus
We build our machines with the hope that they will excel where we have failed.
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Posted in Writing with tags Fair Flames, geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger, The High Priestess, The Slow Burn on 23/01/2019 by GeoSolusLittle Miss
Takes
A gain for again
Sometimes for fun
Sometimes for friends
This luxury needs
A counting
Of woes
Defining acts
Like murderous blows
The victims
Silenced
By forces unseen
Their glorious gore
A feast for a queen
Who bathes in the blood
And the sweat
And the tears
Of those who gave all
In their most tender years
And they lay
In the dark
In the cold
Out of sight
As little Miss takes
A bow for the lights
Once Bitten
Posted in Music, Writing with tags Fair Flames, geosolus, lyric, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The High Priestess, The Slow Burn on 16/07/2018 by GeoSolusDon’t shy away
From what you are
It’s fundamental
To perception
What we see
Is who you are
And yet that may be
Pure deception
Every word
You vocalize
May be a lie
May beg the question
Are you
Who you think you are
Or are you just
A pale reflexion
Of what was taught
Of what was told
Sponged up
In your infancy
Are you a tool
A simple fool
Denying your will
To be free…
The Wanderer
Posted in Writing with tags geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The High Priestess, The Mysteries on 18/01/2018 by GeoSolusA mystery
A dead bolt slides
The dead of night
A child is stirred
Without fright
His sleepy eyes
Rubbed in to focus
To catch a glimpse
Of those among us
A solitary
Little girl
Quietly laughs
Finger to curl
Follow me
She slyly says
For we are one
And yet I’m dead
Arise my boy
Shake from your slumber
For one and one
Is now our number
With sleight of hand
And shadow play
We shall dance
Until that day
Wen – WIP
Posted in Visual Art with tags Digital Art, geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, The High Priestess, The Mysteries on 18/01/2018 by GeoSolus
