Archive for Zhi Jing

Enigmatic Twist

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , on 03/11/2022 by GeoSolus

I can feed your illusions

Alleviate the confusion

With a sweet taste of fantasy

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I can shroud you in darkness

Force you to cry and confess

With a promise of ecstasy

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I can make you wish

I can make you believe

I can make you steal

I can make you deceive

But that’s not the way

I love

02/11/22

Posted in Diary with tags on 02/11/2022 by GeoSolus

“To perceive the real within the virtual machine, one must take a step back from the screens in order to view the obvious. For the machine: the screen is a means of projection. The machine itself is a tool in unseen hands.”

Nurtured Nature

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 11/07/2022 by GeoSolus

My little bird of spring

You somehow survived the winter

After refusing to leave

During the fall

You found a warmth

That melts the snow

And an embrace

That won’t let go

And thus declared

That warmer climes

Were not your call

Dueling Flames

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 31/03/2022 by GeoSolus

The root spreads with symbolism
Digging deep in to Mother Earth
Feeding the sprout
That reaches for the heavens
Taking from the cold and dark
To shine a light on our humanity

Then The Shades

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 21/10/2021 by GeoSolus

She peered in to the devils eyes

And saw innocence

Her questions answered

With sincerity

Answers

That would sow a grain of change in her mind

First The Form

Posted in Visual Art with tags , , , on 17/09/2021 by GeoSolus

Little Devil

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , on 22/03/2021 by GeoSolus

What’s in a smile?

Contagion!

A Dare

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , 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

Invocation

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 23/10/2020 by GeoSolus

The clock struck midnight as the two candles were lit. One for the future and the other for days gone by. A silent lady was present with a scroll and brush in one hand and a long flaming match in the other. The orange flames from the candles and match illuminated three small porcelain dishes upon which were neatly piled three pigments: black, red and white. A forth dish sat apart upon which the silent one placed the burning match so that it could burn to its end.

The scroll and brush were then placed on the floor in such a manner that they formed the Roman numeral V with the three dishes at its summit.

The lady then rose and turned on the spot, making her long white dress sway and the candles flicker. Stepping forward she faded in to darkness as a second lady came forth from it and knelt before the scroll and brush.

In her hands were two pieces of wood carved into the shape of serpents. The one in her left hand was painted black with purple eyes and the one in her right hand was painted white with crimson eyes. She unrolled the scroll and placed a serpent on either side so that the scroll remained open and flat on the floor. She rose, turned and a third lady shadowed past her holding a crystal bowl of water between her hands.

She placed the bowl opposite the dish upon which lay the now spent match and thus completed the symmetry of the objects before her. With the exception of the brush which was laying next to the black serpent. She picked it up with her left hand, dipped it in the bowl of water and with sharp and fast strokes wrote upon the scroll. Then, closing her eyes. She reached out to the pigments, clenched a handful of the first one she felt then threw it on the scroll. With her eyes remaining closed she lay down the brush, gently felt for the serpents and with the tips of her fingers pushed them apart. The scroll sprung back in to its cylindrical shape and she softly sighed knowing that she must remain still until both candles had reached their end.

AWake

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 17/07/2020 by GeoSolus

“If only I can make you dream the way I do then destiny will smile upon us all.”

AWake MOS