Archive for The High Priestess

To The Bone

Posted in Visual Art with tags , , , , , , on 23/11/2019 by GeoSolus

The Divine Sleeper Test 20

The Divine Sleeper

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , on 19/11/2019 by GeoSolus

The Divine Sleeper Test 01
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 , , , , , on 19/05/2019 by GeoSolus

04 - W

We build our machines with the hope that they will excel where we have failed.

404

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , on 23/01/2019 by GeoSolus

Little 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 , , , , , , on 16/07/2018 by GeoSolus

Don’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 , , , , on 18/01/2018 by GeoSolus

A 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 , , , , on 18/01/2018 by GeoSolus

Wen Test 1