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January 22, 2010 - Friday 

Category: Blogging

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Ok I had forgotten that although Myspace uses Google as a search engine they post up all links to blogger as spam. Blogger of course is run by Google inc. and my main blog is on that site. The above widget will show you my latest posts but the links won't take you to the site so if you want to have a look you will have to copy and paste: http://geosolus.blogspot.com/ in to your browser. Sorry for any inconvenience.

Geo
November 7, 2008 - Friday 
This will be my last post on this blog as I have shifted my online notebook to another network. For those of you who would still like to follow my writings simply send me an email and and I'll send you an invite. You will be required to set up a profile on the network and to add some creative input.

I would like to thankyou all for the support you have provided over my time blogging here. The century of posts shall remain up for all to read over at their leisure.

For those of you who are thinking: 'Oh no, not another social network I have to join' you can always check the GeoSolus Updates at  http://
geosolus.blogspot.com/

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Geo
July 16, 2008 - Wednesday 

Category: Music

He designed the perfect enemy

To open unhealed scars

Seeping deep inside

To rip the world apart

Finishing what they had started

Pushing way beyond too far

As he'd rather be, desensitzed

Than have them near his heart

There's no love lost losing innocence

When no one gives a damn

You can hit him hard when he's a boy

But he'll kill you as a man

Watch him turn

And burn

Those Burns

Those Burns

Those Burns

 

Somewhere between machine and animal

A-moral code for prison bars

All sense of purpose cast aside

As old wounds begin to smart

Can't remember when it started

Cannot count on lucky stars

You need a life to know you're dying

You need some love to fire a heart

There's nothing lost when you have nothing

There's no future worth a damn

There's no point in reaching out to hurt

Just got to take it as you can

Every approach will try and fail

Until you understand

That what you twisted in the boy

Is going to twist out of the man

 

June 26, 2008 - Thursday 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Witches with mixed emotions curved the values of a searching soul. Some lay their cards on the table and planned for tomorrow. Others hid their motives and used deception to acheive their ends. One, maybe two, broke all of the rules, changing the meaning and direction of the chosen path.

The results remain a mystery. The enigma unsolved, as the possibilities increase with each additional point of view. Dreams disolve, memories fade and the retrospection is distorted by missing moments and regret.

 

June 13, 2008 - Friday 

Category: Music

In loving memory of MGB, I'll not forget the raspberry jam.

 

Heart's in the right place

Fixed on the wrong face

As biased as they come

They wheel and deal it

Or outright steal it

But they don't strike you dumb

Colours conceiving

The hate they're breathing

To get a piece of me

But you're the victim

Of prediliction

On that we all agree

 

You have conceptions

But self deception

Is never in your count

You want the motions

But your emotions

Cast all change to doubt

Objects of desire

That fuel your fire

Are out of touch with life

But you're persistant

Always resistant

To those who bring you strife

Yet indecision

Still blurs your vision

With love lost in that view

Under illusions

Breeding confusion

Wanting love to shine through

Hiding from motives

A hand that forgives

Not letting the past go

No tears for turmoil

The offspring want spoils

Just like I told you so

 

 

May 6, 2008 - Tuesday 

Category: Music

Do you remember what they said?

Or what they did? where you mislead?

In to believing that they care

That blood and morals pay the fare

To a life that you deserve

Or to a rest after you've served

All their purposes and needs

All their ego trips and greed

That always leave you high and dry

With excuses laced with lies

 

I see you swerving from the truth

Making it hard to take a side

I thought it helped you out by knowing

But you'd rather remain blind

 

Condemning those who did you wrong

Will never help you, just move on

I'm tired of talking to a wall

Watching you bid their every call

Complaining about what they do

But never changing that with you

So it keeps dragging on for years

Waiting for the blood and tears

And when I say just walk away

You always need another day

 

I see you swerving from the truth

Making it hard to take a side

I thought it helped you out by knowing

But you'd rather remain blind

 

March 12, 2008 - Wednesday 

Category: Music

All I needed was a minute of your time

For you to understand that something could be mine

But you took everything and still demanded more

I saw the selfishness went to your very core

The hand of death was waving

You went and shook her hand

Then with your finger pointing

Said:

'Come meet your man'

You asked for money when they said my time was up

I gave you what I could but that wasn't enough

You screamed and shouted that it is no way to live

Well now I am living there is no way I can forgive

My wasted youth was just a child trying to run

The strangers you insulted helped me overcome

The life you put me through

The world you made me see

The way you turned the woes around

And landed them on me

You're still convinced, you're not the ones at fault

Nothing can be said to bring delusion to a halt

The make believe, the know it all

Fool no other than you

Leaving me with the regret

Of ever trying to get through

Your condecending attitude looks down on all

Seeming to think the world should bid your every call

Holding to everything with some perverse intent

Scrounging off everyone 'til pity's over spent

To lie with such consistency

Shows your awareness of the truth

The enforcement of denial

Are the strands that weave your noose

Now the years have made their mark, all compassion has desisted

I board the plane, I don't look back and wish you'd never existed

 

March 10, 2008 - Monday 

Category: Writing and Poetry

The exit had not been a prestigious one. In between licking pavement and hearing voices came the arrival of a goatie bearded dwarf and his deranged bride. They had come to collect the escaped creature they had spawned and return him to the freak show in the inbred town they called home.

 

All shows were off for the following fortnight while new chains were made for the returning relative. He was kept in a place of stone that echoed the rants and screams of scitzophrenic voices spewed from the dwarf's other half. His face was gaunt, his eyes drained, he sat in silence staring oblivion, 8 grams short of life and yet there still seemed to be a spark in him.

 

In his mind the cameras were still rolling for popular entertainment. The past events were all for the show and the show was still running. People did not exist, they were characters playing a role, situations were scripted and all was shot in real time on the borderline of legality. He stayed quiet, stoic, they could not read his mind. There was a new character going to make an appearance. He could feel it. A female. A slutty lush with a sexual appetite fuelled by deprival and depravity. A busty brunette, laid on a bed of four roses.

March 7, 2008 - Friday 

Category: Music

I could smell you

Before I saw you

Wanting evey male hormone

To stand up and adore you

 

With your three words

Pushed beyond absurd

I see the acts, the motives

And the heartbreak they've occurred

 

While you tell me

What is supposed to be

I can only hear the voices

Of a cold, hard reality

 

 

You're just a social animal

Over indulged in what you preach

You can plow in to my principles

I'll keep my ideals out of reach

 

You

Can

Suck

My

Notion of liberty

You're taking liberties

Pick and choose a brother

Doesn't make for real equality

 

Spreading your legs for more

You economic whore

Cashing in on strangers

Then showing them the door

 

I could deplore you

Or just ignore you

But a decade of your bullshit

Just makes me want to floor you

 

I know your mother tongue

You self righteous scum

I know your racist undertones

And all of the facist shit you've done

 

You are a social animal

Over indulged in what you preach

 

 

 

March 1, 2008 - Saturday 

Category: Music

Synthetic dreams

Set this trip in motion

Through the realms of desire

And misplaced emotions

Back seat journey

Wrecked by illusion, headed south

Mist on these windows

The heart shape of your mouth

 

Dragging me down x3

 

This head has been so many places

Drunk on love with familiar faces

Clinically phased

Demonic eyes glazed

Pushing every limit

And counting down the days

 

To going down x3

To going back to change

All that hope deranged

As contortionist memories

Twist their way in to me

I'm dazed

I'm crazed

As the Future mutates

From a beautiful entity

To a dark shade of fate

 

A pill to kill the pain

Formed this new chemistry

Through which I could see

A thousand promises

Made by many, kept by none

The laws of love, sheer emptiness

From father, to mother, to son

I'm dazed

I'm crazed

I want the world to change

 

I'm confused

And feel abused

Life doesn't taste the same

 

As this road takes me back

To what I'd left behind

Was this part of the plan?

Or just a piece of my mind?

 

December 17, 2007 - Monday 

Category: Music

Choices made are options lost

Moral standing's down to cost

With power of mind, power of voice

Comes the illusion that there is a choice

But when I stand to have my say

You rip it all away

 

This fallacy is void of flaws

Please place your bets

On the Under God

 

The notion that the will is free

Feels closer to forced sodomy

You make my choice, I take your blame

Hear people say: it's such a shame

But when I learn the game you play

You rip it all away

 

This fallacy is void of flaws

Please pay your debts

To the under god

 

 

December 17, 2007 - Monday 

Category: Life

When your only tool's a hammer

Every problem is a nail

 

December 17, 2007 - Monday 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Je suis cassé, brisé, desenchanté

Je pisse sur ce monde d'enculés

J'ai la gachette facile et l'esprit chargé

Je suis le debut d'une vie terminer