I have witnessed
Worlds of deceit
Falling apart
Their crumbling vanity
Chemically enhanced
Setting the stage
For their requiem
Archive for The World
Nebula
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The World, XIII on 16/09/2022 by GeoSolusSun Down
Posted in Visual Art with tags geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic, The Moon, The Sun, The World on 22/07/2022 by GeoSolus
The Blue Blood Harvest
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Wheel Of Fortune, The World on 22/03/2022 by GeoSolus
New clouds are forming
Around a generation of bored animals
Born in to self indulgence
Around the twisted turn of the century
When the noble kind were dead or dying
Killed by what they fought against
Killed by the parents of those bored animals
GeoSolus
Posted in Visual Art with tags geosolus, Graphic Art, The Hermit, The World on 11/03/2022 by GeoSolus
Four Moons
Posted in Diary, Visual Art with tags geosolus, Graphic Art, The Moon, The World on 05/03/2022 by GeoSolus
Life
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic, The Cell, The World on 22/04/2021 by GeoSolusLife. A cycle of sorts that differentiates from other cycles by its ability to evolve when its course is altered. An ability made possible by senses that can detect environment and energy, and an intellect that can process what these senses detect. An ability that creates self awareness, which in turn brings the notion of mortality. Life is thus a fight for survival and the key to this survival is understanding.
A Dare
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags geosolus, Graphic Art, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The World, Zhi Jing on 21/11/2020 by GeoSolus
A very personnel fear
An urge to push away
I feel it say
You’re going to get hurt
You’re going to get hurt
Set a distance
Play it safe
And you won’t feel a thing
Mother
Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags From The Ashes, geosolus, Graphic Art, Made Of Stars, Mirrors And Black Magic, The World on 10/06/2020 by GeoSolus
This spinning little rock upon which we can thrive was once little more than a ball of fire. A result of collisions and compounds sharing energy or being obliterated. Energy and matter in violent interaction, fuming and radiant, forming a glowing sphere of intense heat and then: the flames died down, the embers cooled and from the ashes came life.
Akin to this little rock we are born from the flames of passion and are destined to live as embers. Some will ignite new flames, others will simply glow through their existence but ultimately all will turn to ash. So be gentle if you chose to rake through the ashes for they are the foundations and remains of the mythical phoenix.
The beginning and the end.
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 GeoSolusI left you
Where you were meant to dwell
In my heart
In my mind
My child who never was
Heathen’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
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