Archive for The Magician

The Nudge

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , on 11/10/2018 by GeoSolus

It was the year of lost souls and the mercenary had just collected the fruit of his labour. At his feet lay a warm corpse still foaming at the mouth. Dead from a self inflicted prick of a needle and the push of a syringe pump. The dragon had taken his soul and left his scrawny remains on a filthy carpet, in a squalid flat, in what was supposed to be one of the better areas of Glasgow.
Above him stood an angel, cold, dark with an air of still menace. His constant stare prying for the slightest hint of life that may be left in his burden…

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Hostile Grounds

Posted in Music, Writing with tags , , , , , , on 08/07/2018 by GeoSolus

Turn your mind
Outside in
Inside out
Learn, move
Hold your ground
Until your heart
Is the only sound

Don’t run
On emotion
Don’t be
A machine
Always
Be ready
Choose
When to be seen

As these are hostile times
For the sharper minds
Surrounded by fools
Who assimilate their kind

MM – WIP

Posted in Visual Art with tags , , , , on 17/01/2018 by GeoSolus

MM Test 1

At One

Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 07/08/2017 by GeoSolus

A child in the wild
A taste of salt and wet sand
He wanders alone
As a storm sweeps the land
A Western wind
Waves foaming at their peak
In the greys and dark blue
A soul he soon seeks
A trident, leviathan
From the stories of old
A glimmer of reason
In the violence and cold

A voice from an elder
Harks through crashing waves
He pays it no heed
Not wishing to be saved
For the elements
Are savage, hypnotic
A bustling embrace
His mind starts to wander
beyond time and through Space
The inside comes out
The self disappears
As he feels the source
Of the Great ocean’s tears

Para Bellum

Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 15/04/2017 by GeoSolus

One

He was a warrior who fought silent wars within the realms of peace.

Dark nights with razor blades and slow poisons had created a disdain for humanity within him.

He felt like a demon as he prowled the populace with a smile, tracking the victims to be of some high profile demagogues.

His task was to keep certain hands clean, to be the tool of hidden agendas and the fate of the unwitting.

Fools who had crossed swords with the unspoken rules of engagement.

The Watcher

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , on 21/02/2017 by GeoSolus

the-watcher

“Take a stroll through the park if you want to catch a shadow. Nature will become a six sense that pin points the watcher so be at ease with the fauna and you will find the man.”

Dax Kando

The Ode

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , , on 15/11/2016 by GeoSolus

the-ode

A magician and his mistress

A mistress and her maids

Turn mystery to knowledge

So that nature may be saved