My Zarathustra; the Light Bearer
rejoice you fools
the moon devours the skies
when goats kill wolves
lucifer holds up the universe
on his shoulders
the Nephilim lives
so take flight my brothers
the fork is broken
and it's raining angels
the dead weep in their graves
and cry out “god is dead”
so open the gates of hades
and let the beast roam free.
Psykhe is free and cupid is dead.
Mahakali sharpens her blade
as we sacrifice minions on the alters of the new age.
death shines his beacon
a star that sets the skies in flames
so carve your path through the herd
and ascend this rotten shell.
wear your heart on your sleeve and stand strong
the leviathan’s on our side!!
The concept and message behind this piece is mainly influenced by Nietzche’s philosophy , ancient mythology and some of my own theories and ideas , so i’ve compiled a playlist of videos to get you started.
Mythology refrences :
Nephilim: they were the offspring of the “sons of god” and the "daughters of men" before the deluge ( flood myth) , according to the bible.
Psykhe: the goddess of the soul , she was the wife of “cupid” the god of love”:
Cupid: the god of live , Psykhe’s husband , he was told to kill her my venus but fell in love with her and hid her away .
Mahakali: the hindu goddess of time and death , she was also called the “Mother”.
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Photo courtesy of Mohammed Dwiek ©
SHORT SERIES: SOUL
I poured my soul into written words
since I was young
even though I might have not
written them grammatically correct
yet they were understood
because they were nothing
but utter truth
spilled from my soul.
IN MEMORY OF
People start mentioning your goods after you die.
They notice the pieces you left.
You just become notably famous.
Something I’ve noticed in the life of most Artists.
I asked myself why?
Why do we only know about a person only after their death?
Is it because of the collected memories?
Or is it because when people loose someone dear to them they start only mentioning the goods?
Why do we go corrupted when we loose someone.
I lost that someone.
Someone who may have not know how much she meant for me.
She was what kept the whole family sane.
What a loving mother should women aspire to be like.
Hearing her laughter & jokes, because she always loved people’s smile.
She accepted everyone, and always had her door open.
She would always cook for the whole family, because she didn’t want anyone to sayhe/she are hungry.
She was always a very respectful person, who always had manners in regards of visiting the sick, mourn for the dead, and celebrate with everyone during their happy moments.
Beautiful inside out.
No matter how much I would describe her, it won’t be enough.
Your soul will always be with me.
May you rest in peace my dear Grandma Aziza.
I still till now can’t believe it, I can already feel how you will welcome us whenever we knock the door.
I can hear your laughter, inside of my head.
I am really sorry my dear grandma, I know that I was not always near you, and I didn’t show you that much love.
But, I swear to God, that you meant the world to me. For me, you were what kept this world balanced for your love to everyone.
You see my grandma was my artist.