Category Archives: love

Spectrum

Colors coming in waves.

Reaching reaches reached past brain waves.

Going beyond imagination.

Bringing vivid illustrations.

Shadows of what wants to be revealed.

Conveyed to display what is real.

Feelings in a motion of thoughts.

The colors of the universe found in us.

Shining in the night.

The promise of the light.

Basking in Moonlight

Line cast with a heart upon the water. Though fishes swim amidst the seas, you are more than sayings sung. Pure poetry. Besides the calming nights or storms that may rage, your company is shared, bringing serenity. Eclipsing blinding light, now basking and emanating from behind. Complete beauty flowing from within to surfaces touched by radiant light. Kept in your gaze and never wavering choices made. The dawning of love now bestowed in the moonlight. Find me in the night, embarking on journeys end, life revealing our love story.

The Poet’s Rose

You’re an ever-blossoming rose. The fragrance of spring. I delight in hearing the calming wind brush against you. You are the beauty of the garden. The sun revealing your brilliance. Allow me to touch such soft petals and taste your nectar. You keep me enthralled by such a display. Sign of love. Your eyes bringing warmth as they meet my own. Fingers interlocked as passing days continue, walking across time but not met with pausing gestures to keep a record. Lovers unfolding and being made new. My love forever true. The legacy I now write, the story of a poet and his rose.

Overcoming and Moving Forward

The sounds of the keys being pressed down give me sudden chills. The last time I wrote on an actual keyboard that wasn’t on my phone or searching for something on google, I can’t even recall. Let’s lay down everything on the table, I’m at an impasse. It isn’t quite that hard to see what is causing it all but it has surely happened, I seem to move but going nowhere.

You spend hours a day trying to wrap your head around what to write, I know I do. I would create a new piece of art and become inspired to write a poem and then I create a new entry, which I post here on my blog. My blog. It has actually been quite some time where I let my mind blossom and allow it to speak for itself apart from poetry. I am not saying that writing poetry has been my obstacle but I remember when I first started this blog. One day you wake up and notice that so much has happened in your life and you are where you never pictured yourself.

I am not in any rush, I know that now. Though the years haven’t been as kind to me in some regards, I’ve learned quite a bit in passing years. Some people may have followed me from the jump and continue to do so, others follow me and wonder what words will come to fruition. I held to a false identity by trying to hide who I was or what I could fully do, I was my biggest obstacle, always have been. I decided to drop what I perceived to be my pen name, Lucius Alexander Wulfe, it had a nice ring to it but I know that I am my own person, I am a writer.

A name can mean so much. I don’t want to be remembered for someone that had another identity or even in some regard marked by being someone that seemed like I was trying to be someone else. Let’s face it, I may not be bringing in thousands to my pages and I am not the well-skilled writer to have millions flock to my works, but I never give up. I have been writing for about 2 solid years now, I’ve seen this blog grow and I have seemed to have some grasp on my voice or style. I write as if everything was meant to be interpreted as poetry, it is quite hard to describe but I know that this is who I am.

This all comes down to what I am trying to convey, life gets tough but ultimately it is our choice. You could throw in the towel and give up or you could keep pushing. I rather keep pushing.

I’m a writer. I blog. I write poetry. I create abstract art.

I may never be famous and nor do I wish to be. Like I told my girlfriend, I rather leave a legacy behind which is to truly inspire people in some way by using the gifts and skills that I have been given as well as what I have poured, trained, and ultimately master. So check out my work, spread my name around if it helps you, comment, share, tell people that they are not alone. I create art be it any way that I can and anyway I love because I simply do not do it for the fame or to get it, but to truly touch hearts, if I gain a living doing what I love, then I rejoice, but if not, then know I hope I get rich by sharing the riches I have now, my mindset, my knowledge, my art. Much love to all out there, stay blessed. Geo out.

City of Dreams

Let us meet in fantasy.

Though tales spun of epics brought to reality.

Focus sought in realms where illustrations come to life.

Marked in intricate lines or measured by coursing time.

Arrays of colors shown by vivid light.

Carry my story across the spoils of war as treasure.

Eternal universe met with a limited life, yet it resides within.

Blissful introduction or display.

Radiating textures are woven by words to give meaning or understanding.

Welcome to my city of dreams.

Reigning Love

Show me thousands of stars and I will show you how you shine brighter than all.

Bringing with a reason why my world revolves around you.

Creating me with burning passion and sacrifice.

My heart calls for you.

You lead me from raging storms to bring peace to my soul.

Drive me in your hands to eternity, where love reigns.

Keep Going!

You wake up, get dressed and go on to your 9 to 5, maybe school first and then an overnight shift, second job, etc. The cycle becomes a bad nightmare, a reoccurring nightmare you wish to escape from. Maybe you will continue to buy those lottery tickets, scratch offs, and hit it big. Maybe you will get a call that a wealthy family member passed away and you inherited a fortune. Maybe but then again, more than likely, not.

I remember when I first began my blog, 24 years old with no clue. The writing was the passion and my sole purpose. Every single day I wrote elaborate stories, articles, and etc just to become recognized, have an audience. Almost 2 years since I first started calling myself a writer. A good portion of my life invested in jobs I am grateful to have had to help me pay expenses but for the most part, despised due to the nature of them. I grew to be someone I swore I would never become.

We have all had big dreams, some bigger than others, yet now as I watch the world unfold I’ve begun to truly see the benefits of never giving up.

I remember someone once told me that life was not meant for the dreamers but those who make things happen. It’s funny hearing or reading how successful people tell you how to become successful. Something we forget to consider is that people are different. A circumstance or opportunity will present itself only to one individual to help them realize who they are. Am I shutting down peoples dreams? By no means. I am merely trying to wake some people up from the delusion you see on Instagram, Facebook, and youtube with those motivational speakers telling you “how” to do things or why instead of reinforcing themselves and allow people to learn and grow for themselves. Sounds odd doesn’t it, here I am telling people to keep pushing and going at times but the reality is that you won’t listen to me unless you believe it yourself.

I’m an artist trying to get my name out there. A writer with no brand other than this blog and my art. I’ve been breaking the limitations I once had and am pushing myself past what I thought possible. I am painting abstract now, perfecting my poetry and sharpening my skills as a writer. Now, of course, I have much to learn but I still keep going because I know that I love writing and growing.

I may not be the next Shakespeare, da Vinci and etc but I am who I am and my name means more to me than anyone can judge me for. I don’t do what I do for an audience but because I love to do it. I know my value and if others recognize and support me for it then, by all means, I appreciate it all and will support them as well.

This may have been longer but this had to be written. I’ve seen a world ravaged by anxiety and depression, even within myself. But I keep going and I also present to others to do the same. Life was not made to try to reach to a point at all times but to truly find who you are, accept it, share it with others, and love, truly love. I believe this is the ultimate form of success, not what you can gain from the world but what you can give to it. This is Geeology just sharing another message. Much love and be blessed all.

Love Is Now

If I knew I could love you til infinity, I shall do so and beyond.

Stretching past the stars.

It is not unknown.

You are as the sun.

Shining ever so brightly as I orbit in exploration.

Drawn by space and met by the canvas portraying beauty.

The world’s of your mind.

Umatched and soothing light casting rays.

The outpouring of love felt and keeping me ablaze.

Burning waves met with passionate embrace.

A love that stretches time and space and is met.

Ever so present, without a doubt, love is now.