Nadia Maria

Mara Saiz

Snuck into a city councilmans press box at the cotton bowl. Happy July Fourth y'all. Lol.

Winston Churchill (via expresseddesign)

M. Ali (via expresseddesign)

I just updated my etsy shop with new prints. Everything is on A4 matte paper. Check it out here.

3 poems connected

A darkness resides within me, something even the sun couldn’t keep at bay. The moon, so bright, draws me out. I love the night, standing in an empty field while the cold wind tousles my hair. Letting my darkness shine through. (Wrote: 04/03/2016)

I try to bury my anger, but he claws to the surface seething. As im calming my breathing, the anger courses through my body, in time with my beating heart. Never fully leaving, rather subsiding, back into the darkness. (Wrote: 04/06/2016)

Seeing the darkness, darker than any shadow could ever hope to be. Intriguing abscesses of reality to conceal the disillusioned, yet they are illusions all. Always in the periphery of my vision. Closing in on the borders of my mind. Choking my oxygen, clouding my judgement. The dead are with me, quiet and gentle. (Wrote: 04/10/2016)

Baal Shem Tov (via fyp-philosophy)

Haiku Set 09/08/2016

While I ride through the deep night

Its too nostalgic

On my way to you, happy.

Lonely could not describe it

How I felt before

It was a sweet misery.

Smiling while your talking

Sweet moment in time

With your hand resting in mine

Happiness induced by lust, Love, and affection. Blissful symphony of emotions As I caress your body. Interlocked into one. While time stands still, Just for us. Just for us.

The Gallows 10/16/16

As i shuffle though the anticipating crowd 

so very alone, yet, accompanied by god

as an audience murmurs anxiously, but

is obviously enthralled by my final march unto death

a pair of imposing shadows parade me step by impossible step

up the stained and worn oaken steps

leading me to my final stage,

this final act in my comedy.

the gallows..

One hangman has my arms

as this shadow from my peripheral yanks a black hood over my head

and the beautiful noose falls past my face

nuzzling into my neck, creating a soothing reassurance

of death and even peace 

as the rope roughly tightens into my throat-

The trap door below me doesn’t feel so severe.

maybe this precarious moment in time was always meant to be

its as if everything else in my life, has foretold this day

this is my door 

my passageway

my escape.

The end- 10:08AM

I haven’t had a nice camera to take any pictures with in a long time. So most of these are at least two years old. Feedback is always nice.

This is older than before.

Nikita Gill (via wordsnquotes)

A Manifesto of Apocalyptic Witchcraft

1. If the land is poisoned, the witchcraft must respond.

2. It is not our way if life, it is life itself which is under threat

3. Witchcraft is our intimate connection to the web of life.

4. We are the Witchcraft.

5. Our World has forever changed. The trodden paths no longer correspond. Witchcraft thrives in this liminal, lunar, trackless realm.

6. We are storm, fire and flood.

7. We will not be denied.

8. Witchcraft is the recourse of the dispossessed, the powerless, the hungry and the abused. It gives heart and tongue to stones and trees. It wears the rough skin of beasts. It turns on a civilization that knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.

9. If you have no price you cannot be bought. If you do not want you cannot be bribed. If you are not frightened you cannot be controlled.

10. Witchcraft is folk magic, the magic of the people and for the people.

11. We call an end to the pretence of respectability.

12. We will not disarm ourselves.

13. The war is upon us.

14. Choose then to become a Mask.

15. Those with nothing left to lose will dare all.

16. There is one Witchcraft under many names. There is one Grand Sabbat on one mountain. There are many ways to fly. There is no witness present at the Sabbat.

17. Witchcraft is a force, not an order. Witchcraft is rhizomatic, not hierarchic. Witchcraft defies organisation, not meaning. We simply bear the marks.

18. Witchcraft is power and possesses this in ekstasis, sex and ordeal. Witchcraft is unbridled sexuality.

19. In witchcraft it is the woman who initiates. We challenge man to be the equal of this woman.

20. Witchcraft is the art of inversion.

21. Witchcraft is the beauty which is terror.

22. Witchcraft is a myth, which drawing on the past, clothes itself in the symbols of (its) time. Witchcraft does not mistake myths for history, it harnesses them to transform the future. Witchcraft knows the ground upon which it stands.

23. Witchcraft honours the spirits. Witchcraft enchants for the lost. Witchcraft will not forget.

24. Witchcraft embodies our ancestors and saints, they carry us with them.

25. To Her is offered the blood, to use the care of the ask and bones.

26. The example we follow is our own.

27. The practice of witchcraft is one of revolution and of the power of woman.

28. The Goddess who speaks through us is known among men as Babalon.

29. Witchcraft concerns itself with mystery. Through the gates of mystery we come to knowledge. Knowledge enters us through the body. The highest form of this knowledge is Love.

30. Every drop of blood is sacrificed to the grail. Love cannot be bought with any other coin.

31. We seek and drink this wine together.

32. Will is finite, passion infinitely renewed.

33. Witchcraft is present, its is ensanguined and vivified. Witchcraft is prescient, it gazes on the future. Witchcraft is oracular, it will not hold its tongue. Our time has come

…from Apocalyptic Witchcraft by Peter Grey, published by Scarlet Imprint

I was just thinking that it would be a good time to re-read this.  Especially since it’s available on Kindle now (meaning I can read it on the sly at work).

Privileged Hell

This life has been a blur of existence

times affluent transition unto a persons last years

one smooth motion of the never ending continuum

the past forgotten, and the futures end drawing near

As soon as I see the end of the road, my destination becomes unclear. So here I am, still lost, and still alive. Maybe it would’ve been better if I died. I know this is bullshit. But it’s how I feel.

And when I looked into the mirror

Seeing my crooked grin,

With the arched eyebrow

I began to think..

How on earth

Did being depressed

become so praised.

Grace lost amongst greed

By the grotesque fiends 

Who cheat the bleeding,

depraved, and diseased.

Crime by the upper-class,

Valuing money over humanity,

Precious metals outweigh morality,

And credence being a sweet lie.

Our existence

Is only a passing moment in time

A never ending cycle of complacency,

Deception, and tumult.

Blessed by the occasional happiness,

With beautiful moments of affection.

But even in the most desperate times

Never devalue yourself,  

Or any other life.

Because we are pure souls

With purpose and love.

Scarred by our past,

But forever unbroken,

And unyielding.