Archive for The Tower


Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , , on 16/10/2020 by GeoSolus

Caught between

Love and a dream

The path ahead

The only way

Just close your eyes

My child

Let your mind go wild

And your thoughts

Shall paint us

The scene


Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on 03/03/2019 by GeoSolus

Puppy eyes
To hide the lies
I see right through

I believed in you
For a while
But now you’re just another secret

The Alliance

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 02/02/2019 by GeoSolus

She took a band of gold
And placed it on her skin
Wished for sweet forever
To the high notes of a hymn

A song for all those lovebirds
With a light spring in their step
Hope bursting in their hearts
And a promise to be kept

But time saw the gold vanish
And sorrow in the song
A discord in the romance
A fissure in the strong

Hope soon turned cold
As hunger slowly grew
And love no longer felt
That she could remain true

So she took some printed paper
And placed it in her heart
Crisp, new and shiny
The promise fell apart

And time saw her youth vanish
Like a dead fish in the sun
Dried out and fading slowly
Still wishing for the one


Posted in Music, Writing with tags , , , , , , on 13/07/2018 by GeoSolus

…can’t you see
This fall was never really meant for me
It’s for you and all your fantasies
It’s your blessing
It’s your call…

Leap Of Faith

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on 09/02/2018 by GeoSolus

Upon this altar
I lay at peace
Warm and soft
I dream
I fall
A hand strokes my brow
Calling me back
To arms

My eyes pop
It’s okay
She says
Her hand on my heart
Her voice in my head
I can rest
I can dream
I can fall

Without fear
I dive deep
For she is my anchor
And I am her keep
I can drift
Without loss
The darkest seas

The void
Reaches out
Reaches in
Cleansing the soul
Absolving the sins
I know
My war
Has come to an end


Posted in Writing with tags , , , on 08/05/2017 by GeoSolus


The tragic existence of me was playing on the hotel room TV screen. Each image reflecting a thought, each thought creating insomnia which in turn brought a certain disconnect from reality.

A reality that kicked back in when the TV signal cut and all that could be heard was the low vibrating hum of the air conditioning.

Tools Of The Trade

Posted in Diary with tags , on 10/04/2016 by GeoSolus

GS - M3

So today I stripped down M3 to spray paint that little bit of raw aluminium you can see just above the front fans and then realized that I don’t have a hex key that fits the four bolts that hold it in place. Now, rule number one before doing anything is to make sure you have all the tools for the job before you start or feel like a knob end when four screws fuck up your game plan. On a positive note I found a cold beer in the fridge.

Mother Hen

Posted in Visual Art with tags , , on 13/03/2015 by GeoSolus

Mother Hen Primal Sketch