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Bless me as I walk AloneOden bless me as I walk alone
Beaten down with stick and stone
And though I'm bound to this rough road
I still give praise for all I've known
Every day, new lessons grow
Mostly reaping what I sow
You've taught me all of this, I know
And onwards on this path I'll go
Though I stumble, and I fall
I rise through challenge, above all
Never caving, standing tall
Knowing I'll go to Valhall
Many folks don't share my views
Some think they are just old news
Still more think I'm a bit loose
But I know, I know the truth
This is my path as a skald
Though it empty seem and cold
It leads to glorious verse and song
I know you're with me, all along.
He FightsOne-Eyed Wanderer, All-Father to me
I ask you for guidance, to help me see
what challenges lie ahead, to be
in the hopes to overcome and be free.
Every so often, I am broken down
beaten to nothingness and left to drown
in this despair and pain that I found
and I need your help, to reach my crown
Please take me by the hand, and let me hold tight
as you walk me through the dark, horrid night
and lend me the strength so that I may fight
In order to force it back, to bring forth light
People continue to berate and lie
Some of them call out that I should just die
and that I'm too weak to do anything, to fly
above them all, into the sky.
So every night, I kneel before your shrine
In the hopes that you'll help someone of my kind
And no matter if you never do, in time
I know that I'll be rewarded, between the line
Maybe not in this life, or even the next
but I know with my heart, that it will be for the best
and so I take their cruel words in jest
because I know one day, one day, I'll rest
A Poor Man's MealFather Odin and Lady Frigga,
please join me by my fire.
I've made a blessed meal for all,
to deny you two would be dire.
I ask that you accept my gift,
my thanks for all you've done;
so that you'll continue true,
until the Ragnarok does come.
I have only the best to offer,
what I could gather and afford.
But my message, gift, is as strong as others,
just missing fancy napkins and cords.
A poor man's offering,
what he can always spare.
Make another spot at the table,
so its far less bare.
I hope you'll join me
this lonesome night,
as I now share
this simple rite.
You Who SacrificedYou who sacrificed, for nine long nights.
Hung for knowledge and found what you sought.
I need your guidance, your blessing now,
to find the balance in my heart.
I struggle to remain strong and tall
I stumble far too much
Lend your wisdom, your seeing eye,
so that I know what can be done.
Balance is what I seek, not fame or power
just peace of mind is all I ask
so I can finally rest and not be weary
and gather up for my true task.
You who sacrificed, you who gave,
I ask of you on this day.
To look upon me with favor and just,
So I can gather, build from the dust.
The Weeping ClownShe doesn't love me,
I'm just a name.
Trying to cling to her,
As she rises to fame.
She doesn't need me,
Nor does she care.
Because to her,
I'm rarely there.
Behind the scenes,
Pulling things 'round.
No one notices,
The weeping clown.
No one looks,
Nor do they ask.
They just assume,
He has another task.
"Too busy" they say
"To be questioned or stopped"
"Just let him work"
"He doesn't talk"
Never do they
That the weeping clown
Is really me.
When I Close My EyesWhen I close my eyes
And think on all I know
I can't help but smile
For the one place that I'll go
I know what lies ahead of me
And what I can achieve
But that does not make me eager
To walk away, to leave
I face each day, treat it new
But I can guess whats around the bend
I know that if I keep going this way
My time will surely end
I love those in my life
And cast out who cause me pain
But every night I huddle near
And beg to hear your name
I eagerly await your presence
Await your warmth, a glance
I eagerly wait to show you
If, when, given the chance
Bless me as I go forward
In this life and the next
Cast out trickster daemons
And anything that they hex
Gods of Old, hear my call
Feel the warmth of my hearth
Hear me loud, hear me proud
And bless me for the next part
I have StrayedFar along, had I come
In my journey towards the old.
Progress had I believed I made,
Though my kindred were cold.
I’d tried to go on,
Tried to stand tall;
But alas my knees
Gave in to the fall
I don’t ask for strength,
Don’t beg for forgiveness.
No, I am Asatru, Strong
And don’t falter to weakness
I have strayed, over time,
No longer give gifts to the Gods
Life has decayed, such a crime,
But I still face the odds.
I will right this wrong,
Fix my problems on my own.
The Gods will remember
How I grew in the cold.
My name remembered,
Etched into time;
And take back what’s mine.
I may have strayed,
But no longer am I weak
This is my oath,
My vows I do speak.
A Man Who Gave UpJuly 3rd, 2014
My name is Michael Richards, born in a small town in Kansas and raised to be a farmer. It was the plan at least; until the towers fell. I was pulled out of school to go and gather resources for when world war would start and when it didn't, well, pa had a better use for me. Go to the military, fight for your country, and become a man; just as he did, and his father before him, I was to be a fighter. Which made a bit of sense to me at the time, I was handy with a rifle and had pretty damn good aim to boot; so off I went. In no time I was in the Marines; they couldn't figure out what to do with me though; so I was moved on up. I was too good with too many weapons, couldn't specialize me like they wanted. The government took a special interest in me and a few others and took us in to some special squad. From there, we were divided among specializations. A few people were better with heavy artillery than others, a few had a good eye with a scope, but there were still those o
So selfishSlowly he puts the gun to his temple,
A moment of doubt for something so simple.
A loud bang and he falls to the floor,
his family screaming as they burst through the door.
If only they had realized, if only they'd seen
that he was not well, insane it would seem.
The signs were all there, paranoia and depression.
He had thought it through completely, to the point of obsession.
The only release, a sweet moment of bliss
only to bring it all to this.
So foolish, so weak, so selfish to die.
But to carry on with life, living a lie.
He had to do it, it was the only way.
No longer would he be tormented, living day by day.
The pain was too much, the choices so slim.
It was either he went out, or took them all with him.
Slowly he puts the gun to his temple,
reflecting on his choices, so simple.
A loud bang, and his hand just trembles,
a moment of doubt, his world had crumbled.
His family bursts through the thick oak door
Only to find the gun on the floor.
He couldn't do it, couldn't follow thro
How Frey came to love and loseBy chance and yet by punishment
I have found you.
In the dwelling of ice and snow,
you are the warmth,
to set a path in that darken land.
Oh how your dear loveliness
has wrought burdens mischief to me,
my dear maiden.
My thoughts are of you,
the flame within the ice land.
You give me such loneliness,
by being so far.
You are an ill thing to me.
You are an omen and will cost me gravely.
Yet my love for you,
shall take better judgment of me.
Surrendering my pride; my magic sword.
The sword to protect me on the day of Ragnarok.
Without second thought I will give it,
and wait these nine nights to wed you.
Gerda, my dearest giant maiden.
The Valkyrie Brynhild's Fate.Oh of the wises you were
you were favored by Odin
how he did prize you.
But now your fate
shall weave a new path
of your doom to be.
An on this path
shall make you belong to another
the daring young hero Agnar.
Doomed are you Brynhild,
for you have enraged Odin
never again shall you walk upon Asgard.
And now the Norns begin to spin
the threads of your mortal destiny.
Sorrow grips dear Odin
as the wises of Valkyries
shall never be among his halls in Valhalla.
And as your fate continues to weave this path
Odin bows his head before you
But you anger of his bitter use
of the mortal warriors
And you turn the all father away,
Asking only of the strongest and fearless
of mortal men
shall claim you as his wife.
your fate has woven to it's last strand
as Odin stabs your flesh
with the thorn of the Tree of Sleep
and carries you off
to the mountain Hindfell
through the wall of flames.
And dear Brynhild
The Runal Verses, Part OneFehu
Wealth is in the eye of the beholder
Those that hoard and those with greed
Sow discord like wheat, in equal,
And blown like chaff.
The cattle are driven across the river
The jealous wait to steal their share
Wealth is in the eye of the patient,
Though the patient are not always kind.
Charity begets a heart of gold
Wealth is in the eye of subjectivity,
For the wealth of goods does not always equal
The wealth of heart and home.
The aurochs drink from the waters of life
And we hunt the auroch to ensure our lives
Water and cow go hand in hand
Both come in rivers: one of clear, one of milk.
Between the horns of cattle,
I see the visage of Auðumbla
Four rivers of power flow in four directions
I drink, and regain my strength.
Rain is falling again,
Turning from sleet and hail to hail and snow;
It always returns as a rain,
And with it comes the riding of Þórr.
I dare to walk through the Ironwood
The giantesses and wolves
Leaves Of DanceAutumn leaves
A beat of
I twist the pen
In my hand.
Are falling again.
Winter is coming
Ink starts to
In my head.
Hands and hair
In their hair
Each to a different beat.
By the fated
It can be the
Inspiration can give you
The feeling of
With a spark
That you don't
Gewrit on GerynumFeoh cwóm fruman, mannum frófor geaf,
Úr þá éode, wildenesse gebróhte hé ;
Đyrs him æftor ongest macode,
Ós éac genam wicgum tóhyht,
Rád hío gefóron, eftgesyht géaton,
Cen manna gehwylcum heora hám,
Gyfu þǽræfter him wyrðscype sealde,
Wynn best wýscodon hío begíetan,
Hægl oftost on heofones lyfte féoll,
Nýd geléafléasse náne cyre syleð,
Is byð cealdost, gehýran þurfon,
Gér æfter, beorhtlíce glysnaþ,
Eoh oft bringeð blíðenesse, wyrta déope,
Peorð on nihte him betst wæs,
Eolh on fenne, wætre inne wiexeþ,
Sígel léoht giefeð éac tréowes,
Týw gefǽrléassum byð, strong éac,
Beorc wlitig þá tócwóm léas bleda,
Eh wlanc byð londwealcum fréond,
The Runal Verses - Part ThreeLaguz
I search upon the still lake's shores
For the wells that flow over
With knowledge that runs eternal
And into the eddying stream
The oceans are churning, always churning
With life and labour and all that I love
Forlorn, I stand upon this fjord
Awed and yet terrified by the power of the deep
The heavens are heavy with spray
As the waterfall's gushing rises up in clouds
I cast my soul into the gurgling blue
And I rush, run amongst the currents, a force of will
How patiently I must wait
For the freshly-planted to grow
For all the seeds to blossom
Upon the next coming of spring
Is it a name for Freyr?
Is it a name for something else?
What does this virile rune
Truly sprout from its lines and being?
The first of the Danes
And the first of the fertile
All is potential,
All can birth a leader
I inherit my father's kingdom
I inherit my mother's gods
I inherit the land in my blood
When I am born, and my children after me
There is that
As my tears fall to the floor, my heart's screaming something. But I can't make out the words. My friends have said that all the things that have happened with him and me are part of destiny. The we belong together. That he feels the same way. That I just have to get closer I can't those are all lies. We aren't not meant to be together. I can't be far from him. I need to be with him. But the fear of ending up hurt, like I've always have, hunts me every time I'm about to take one step to get closer with him, and it makes me turn around. And every night I wish I was wrapped in his arms. Kissing his lips and looking straight to his eyes. Falling in them. And passing my fingers trough his smooth long hair.
He's so close and yet so far I can't stand the distance between us. I miss him so much when he's so far. When he's not close my heart screams and I feel this huge, giant, deep, hole in my chest. My soul feels incomplete. I can't keep on with all of this pain. This
The death of BaldurOh dear Baldur,
you are the most beloved, beautiful, and peaceful.
Jealousy follows you in your shadows.
From the heart of your twin brother,
and from the evil of Loki.
Oh dear Baldur,
Frigga tried to save you
from your doom.
Yet in vain did she try.
Carelessly passing the mistletoe,
she let your Fate be taken,
when she was fooled by Loki
and carelessly reveling your weakness.
Oh dear Baldur,
you are the most beloved, beautiful, and peaceful.
Youve awaken jealousy in your twin brother.
With the help of the wicked Loki.
And now you fall
by the hands of your brother.
Who readily, misguidedly, threw the mistletoe.
Leading you into your death.
Oh dear Baldur,
you do not die alone.
Your dear wife has died along side of you.
The peace of mind, comfort, and tranquility
has all been lost.
Oh dear Baldur,
the most beloved in Asgard,
once the fire has stopped burning
Your beauty will be reborn.
The Warriors of OdinBorn on the mountains of the north
Those covered by the frozen water
The chiling winds of winter embraced us
Its cold arms hugged our frail bodies
Before our mothers
Gave us the warmth we wanted
Before birth our fate had been decided
To become warriors of Odin the Almighty
And with our birth
The first step to become His best
Had been taken
Our childhood nothing but farming
No rest, no complaining, little food as reward
Our games and plays teaching us
The Art of War
Our struggle of survival
During the times of the merciless cold
Just another test
Of our worth
Harden our bodies and minds
For the future
As warriors of Odin the Almighty
Adults we're now
The few who survived
The harsh childhood
Slipped through the fingers
of the cold death
Grown to the finest
Among Odin's creations
Our bodies and spirits
Ready to prove to the Almighty
Our loyalty and courage
Ready to join His side
Our swords, shields, helmets and axes
Loaded onboard our ships
The Sea Dragons
Ready for t
He Goes Home TonightHere a young boy stands
Eager to taste cold steel
Baptized by warm blood
He will never learn to fear
A decade soon passes by
A young man he is now
Skills honed for battle
His blood holds his vow
Plundering the weaker
Surviving on what he can
A lifetime of war goes by
His bloody print across the land
An old man kneels down slow
Before a shrine to the gods
He's learned pilgrimage is best
Before he takes any on
He feels weaker than usual
But still holds fiery passion
He knows this day will be his last
But he will still take action
He charges forth in battle
A tired smile on his lips
Old shield now shattered
Reaches for the ax on his hips
Drop one weapon, grab another
This old dance he knows well
Too late, too soon, he misses a step
He knows he's not going to Hel
He can hear their voices, He sees a figure
As the blood pours from his wound
Valkyries are coming for him
It's time to go home
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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