Archive for The Second Ritual

A Way With The Fae

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , , on 01/07/2020 by GeoSolus

Second Sequence LayoutAkin to the sprites
From the land of my birth
She danced, then posed, then laughed
Then curling her toes
Deep in to the sand
She reached out with soul
And whispered her craft

Come with me
To the edge of the desert
In search of wisdom and light
We shall taste infinity
And a thousand other delights

And so I followed her every step
To a place where time was no more
A tangible dream
A delectable scene
The incarnation of some ancient lore

In to her arms
I was bound
As heart and soul intertwined
And it was here
That I found my end
As I faded in to the divine

X

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 10/05/2020 by GeoSolus

Life moves on
Even when the vultures soar
Above and beyond
The threats to our fragile existence
We remain
Defiant and eager to breathe
For nature abhors a vacuum

Prey X

V Empire

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , , , on 15/03/2020 by GeoSolus

Empire Squared
Let me borrow your smile
While I cruise through this reality
Where nerves and circuits intertwine
Electric minds
In search of the divine
So close
Yet somehow
Pass each other by

Third Time A Charm

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 25/02/2020 by GeoSolus

Third Sequence Layout

Somewhere between
A dream and a drug
Both real and surreal

Divided by thought
United by paths
The impact was inevitable

The shattered minds
The broken souls
Must heal together

There is no other
Option or choice
Within destiny or fate

Together we breath
Together we bleed
Together we die

Crash

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , , , on 07/01/2020 by GeoSolus

AMG Test 8
A soul searcher
Of little experience
Still looking for a way
Out of the cocoon

Is this a test?
The mind wonders
Into questions
And the answers
Fade
With the process

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

The Call

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , on 05/11/2019 by GeoSolus

You reap what you sow
Feel the pain of your actions
Or the pleasure
Of a multitude of distractions

You have faith
And dance around the reaper
For the one who gives you certainty
Is most certainly a keeper

You get lost in thought
Hope for a chance
To find some kind of balance
Within your notions of romance

To no avail

The Guardian Of Secrets

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , , on 31/10/2019 by GeoSolus

TRHBC Test 11

“From association to derivation to the spark of life granting creation, you were born and have the time to dwell. So swallow the pill and join me in Hell. Where you are blinded by faith and I am blinded by fury and our love refuses to let us see. That there is no future for you and me. You are life and I am death and if we sealed the deal with a kiss then I would forever be bereft.
So I feel you from a distance. Just out of touch. For my touch is reserved for those who have nothing left.”

The Drain

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 29/10/2019 by GeoSolus

A blood moon turned white before it was time to be gone. Maybe I should of paid heed to the sign. Maybe I misinterpreted the situation but either way I ended up going from limbo to limbo. Life, death, the cycle revolves like a young couple discovering romance for the first time until the lessons learned lead to another cycle. A variation on a theme, from joy to heartbreak and yet another lesson learned. Well I tried and failed then tried again and failed again and yet I can’t help but feel. Feel that maybe one day I’ll find that part of me I’ve spent my life looking for.