I left you
Where you were meant to dwell
In my heart
In my mind
My child who never was
Archive for The World
A Seed
Posted in Writing with tags Fair Flames, From The Ashes, geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The World on 18/09/2019 by GeoSolusHeathen’s Hand
Posted in Music, Writing with tags Fair Flames, geosolus, lyric, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Slow Burn, The World on 17/04/2019 by GeoSolusI am no son of god
No devil’s spawn
I am a symbol of your world
And all that is wrong
Within your broken cult
A cultural crime
You want what is yours
Yet take what is mine
It is the nature of belief
To refuse the real
To take it all in good faith
But what you have you steal
You are murder, you are pain
An illusion’s fool
Chosen by a doctrine’s way
To be that doctrine’s tool
My nature’s natures way
I have the upper hand
You can keep your fantasies
When nature takes a stand
Strips the flesh from corrupt bones
Foundations of your faith
I shall not pray, nor forgive
When all is laid to waste
A Day
Posted in Diary, Visual Art with tags geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, The World on 15/03/2019 by GeoSolus
One full spin makes a day and so planet Earth becomes my visual clock. As I am, in between other things, creating a time piece built on imagery.
Futura
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags Fair Flames, From The Ashes, geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger, The World on 09/12/2018 by GeoSolus
You opened the gate
Cut from the race
I picked up the blade
Severed from grace
All those tethers
Bound by feeling
The emptiness
Of your presence
No more goodbyes
The last of those ties
Undone
And the free man returns
To the way
Of his word
Nihilist
Posted in Music, Writing with tags Fair Flames, geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Slow Burn, The World on 20/07/2018 by GeoSolusA monk on a mountain
Detached from everything
Soon to be
Detached from life
Leaving behind
The flesh, the bone
And a word
Dream
A Spark In The Dark
Posted in Writing with tags geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Mysteries, The World on 19/02/2018 by GeoSolusPassing on
A piece of self
For peace of mind
A taste
Of future days
As time evolves
From dark to grey
Genetic pools
Selective sways
Tomorrow we can be
A little more
From the heart
We sacrifice
For soul to grow
Expand the mind
A pregnant thought
We will in to existence
Through the hardships
We have known
We shared the good
We stood alone
And got there in the end
Through sheer persistence
5AM
Posted in Diary, Writing with tags 6.1.3.Kong, The World on 04/07/2016 by GeoSolus
A docile summer storm has arrived in the city to wash away the sweat and give the air a much needed chill. The rain streams down our old homes where we are stacked like chickens on an industrial farm. Lightening streaks the sky before the slow rumble of thunder brings solace after the hot steamy existence of the past few weeks.
I have a cold beer and a half smoked cigarette. I’m feeling a little bit tired but enjoying this moment of respite as ideas float between notes and screen.
