Once upon a time I …
I fell down the rabbit hole.
Tumbling into the abyss of the wandering mind.
Reality torn at the seams resewed, and then torn apart again
Provoked by inspiration, I was left to dwell in thought.
Reshaping the mind, transforming perception.
Pausing to take in the moment.
Clarity came from within…
Light peaked from above.
No longer crawling I walk freely.
No longer fearing the world for I have faced my fear.
Insanity now transmuted, grounded into order.
Eyes open, the world holds new perspective.
Emerging from the depths of the rabbit hole, empowered and whole.
The Wondering Path
Happy New Year!
Time to reflect on my goals for this beautiful 2019! What better way to do so then with a nature walk.
I find the vines and ivy hanging off of these trees to be the definition of magick.
Below is a picture of a wasp nest in the dormant stage!
I had so much fun taking these pictures! This beautiful trail is riddled with artwork which somehow adds to its distinctiveness.
Flowers bloom for hours.
Wilting pleasures that melt my heart.
Magick upon their sent.
Embracing life and their final moments.
I will see you next year my friends.
Throne of lies
Patriotic white males sit upon his throne of lies.
Gluttony and greed embellishing their egos.
Words of propaganda spewing from rambled mouths of insanity.
Dismantling the lives of all who threaten their ego.
Dominating all who dare to take a stand.
Inciting madness with their rants of hate… fueled by ignorance.
The male ego engulfs.
Control he must have control…
The loop of abuse continues as the noose around his victims tightens.
Watching from their throne the men laugh in triumph…
Pulling at the thread of democracy… watching freedom unravel.
Life is a game of chance and he holds all the cards…
Laughing all the while.
Bluffing with a smile.
The ego must maintain control.
Smiting the voice of the oppressed.
Hearing not the voice of his people, they speak not his language.
Words mean nothing unless the they stroke the ego.
Mocking all those who oppose his will.
The tyrant sits upon his throne of lies.
Insta story episode 8
Integrity inserted into inferior intellect.
Integrated insanity incites inferno… incinerates imagination.
Immoral illogical irony… Ideology idolized.
Inspires inconceivable idiocy.
Warrior wielding wistfully written words.
Wonderfully weaponized writing…
Withstanding withered wilting wrights.
Whimsical witchcraft wailing weeping wyle.
Wages written war.
Calloused conservative Caucasians.
Conspire consequential conditions.
Conducting crafted criticism.
Condemning conundrum converting change.
Insta Story Episode 7
Heart held in hand.
A scene from a Hollywood movie.
Words of enchantment race through my mind.
Twisted words of emotion.
The game of torment.
Beating of the heart.
It belongs to you now.
Still my own, never for sale.
Stolen by your magick.
Held in your hands.
Insta Story Episode 5
Open your eyes.
Change is in the air. A sent upon the breeze, hope drifting upon the winds of eternity. Leaves turn fires of the season. Smoke billowing from the chimneys of the warm as the witch no longer hides embracing the comfort of the magick.
Open your eyes.
Do you see beyond your own sight? Do you see past the bubble of your creation that is your world? Eyes open for those who wish to see… witnessing the existence of the materialistic mannerism of humanity. Eyes closed the blind forever walking amongst the waking world in a state of perpetual dream.