I stand here alone on one side. There is a wall, a divide and rules that I must abide by. I can hear You on the other side. I hear Your voice, Your whispers and sighs. I need to see You; I need to feel You. The nights aren’t enough. The dreaming can’t satisfy my craving of You. I pound on the walls and scream Your name. Yet I know that its all in painful vain, The divide that keeps us apart is thicker than that of the veil. Nothing seems to bring it down and I drown in my tears. All I want is to be with You. I cry and beg “please come take me with You.” But instead, I hear You whisper, “it's not yet time.” It feels as if I can’t continue in this life. When You’ve gone, all I can feel is the whirling strife. Because in all my life I have never craved another, Especially a soul from the otherside.
Poetry
Samhain
As the night falls and the moon rises in the sky. The spirits of the land come forth to roam. For our plane has now become their domain. We open our homes to those who have passed. Let them wander, let them roam. Lay down an offering, so they know they are welcomed. Have no fear and take a peek behind the veil, And spend the night in the company of specters. For this is the night when spirits once again wander the land.
Thunder Rumbles
Thunder rumbles, thunder roars. Here comes the Mighty God Thor. Astride in a goat drawn chariot. Thunder rumbles, thunder roars. The Mighty God Thor takes a tumble. Flattened by the Jotnar’s leg in their scuffle. Thunder rumbles, thunder roars. The Mighty God Thor dawns gown and veil. Off with Loki to marry a beau so icy and pale. Thunder rumbles, thunder roars. The Mighty God Thor off to a fishing shore. Up comes the Serpent, struggles galore! Thunder rumbles, thunder roars. The Mighty God Thor readies for battle. And as Ragnarök is final, Lady Jord rattles. No more does thunder rumble, thunder roar. Ragnarök was the Thunder God’s last scuffle. As the Mighty God Thor takes His final tumble
Fields of Hopes and Dreams
These darkened skies, that cling overhead Will not dull my heart full of hope. As I wander through these fields of life. “Don’t warry, I’ll stay with you.” I hear a voice speak, kind and hopeful “We can do this together.” The skies now pour, like a mourning lover. But still, we continue further As we wander through these fields of Hope. Those who wish us ill, block our path. “Don’t worry, I’ll knock their heads off!” I hear a voice proclaim, strong and brave. The sky black and starless, devours all the light. “Don’t worry, we’ll stay by your side.” As we continue together through the night. We navigate together, like hopeful seeds Wanting to burst from underneath Trekking these fields of Hopes and Dreams.
Humble Little Dragon
Such a quiet little dragon. So shy, so timid. Surely you are hiding something. Those kind eyes under the hood. They see far more than others. They see beyond the horizon. Yet you remain so quiet. Doing only what you should, rather than what you want, You keep within the shadows. You work from behind others. Never taking the glory nor the fame. Very seldom do you celebrate. Humble little dragon. Why do you always hide? You are just as clever as the Phoenix And just as capable as the Dragon. Yet you remain a humble Little Dragon.
Flower of the Slums
Under the light of a broken church. A flourishing garden bathes in the rays. Tended to by a visage of beauty. She shines brighter than the sun. In the gutter of these slums. A flower still blooms. The scent of lilies follows her As she sweeps over the rubble, they call home She brings with her a magic Magic that is not for humans to behold Magic that can cure the most grievous of wounds Magic that can comfort the most broken She is a daughter and a friend A lover and a mother sometimes too She meets so many and loves them too But she is fleeting Like the flowers she tends Cherish her so and protect her well For the Flower of the Slums still blooms here
Serpent’s Wrath
As the oceans rage and roar. Thunder shakes the skies and lightning flashes over the waves. Underneath the depths unknown to man, a secret rage builds. A great and mighty Serpent stirs the waves. He thrashes under the darkened sea, Creating wave after wave of black terror. They crash together with thunderous roars. Tearing asunder any ship that has the unfortunate fate, Of being caught adrift in the Serpent’s fury. The Serpent’s body begins to break the surface. His scales shine like steel. His eyes glow like fiery embers. Searching for His vengeance. For He was cast away like unsightly vermin. Hunted for no other reason than game and fame. Anxious for the final days. Where He will clash with Thunder itself, And take revenge on the one who hunted Him. Even if victory is fleeting, His fangs will reign supreme. As He will have had the last laugh. For the Thunder God lays dead.
Dearly Beloved – Destiny Trio
Young boy, whose destiny is cradled in light. You stand at the precipice of fate, time and time again. You wield your light of innocence like a weapon. Unlocking every heart like a door. You are Dearly Beloved. Young girl, whose destiny is intertwined with the hearts of others. You wait at the edge of the shore. Waiting for your memories of love to return. Hoping against fate to see them once more. You are Dearly Beloved. Young man, whose destiny is shrouded in darkness. You fight to keep those demons at bay. Stoic and strong, yet kind and soft. You only wish to see your beloved hearts again and hold them away from the dark. You are Dearly Beloved. Dearly Beloved, Children of Destiny. Never lose your hope even as the dark creeps in. Your light will shine and guide you back home. Back into each other’s arms once more. Dearly Beloved.
Mourning Tears
With this broken heart, I cry. I cry for something that will never return. I cry for myself, for I will never be the same. These tears are mourning for who I was. For whom I wanted to be. For the years that have been stolen from me. The mourning never ends. There are times that it feels fleeting. There are times it feels surreal. Yet nothing seems to stem the grief. Not the love of family. Not the support from friends. So, I cry alone. Mourning who I used to be. Before all the pain and the pills. Before I as broken in two. I cry for the old me. For she had so many dreams she wanted to achieve.
Are You lonely, Wanderer?
I spoke to an old wanderer today. I asked him this: “Who are you?” He answered, “I am an old traveler.” I spoke to an old wanderer today. I asked him this: “Why do you travel?” He answered, “The world is vast. There is always something new to learn.” I spoke to an old wanderer today. I asked him this: “How long have you traveled?” He answered, “Since old Aurgeimir became the foundation of your world.” I spoke to an old wanderer today. I asked him this: “Do you not tire?” He answered, “I do. Will you spare a bed?” I took in an old wanderer today. I gave him a bed and meal. And he gave me his company. I spoke to the old wanderer. I asked him this: “Are you happy?” He answered, “I am content.” I spoke to the old wanderer. I asked Him this: “Have you ever loved?” He answered, “I have loved some, and am loved by many.” I spoke to the old wanderer. I asked him this: “Are you lonely?” He did not answer. I spoke to the old wanderer. I asked him this: “Do you have a home?” He answered, “I belong nowhere.” I spoke to the old wanderer. I asked him this: “Are you lonely, because you belong nowhere?” He answered, “A wanderer naturally belongs nowhere.” I spoke to the old wander. I told him this: “you now have a home to rest, when you tire of being lonely.” He did not answer. The old wanderer spoke to me. He said this: “I will gladly return for your company.” I answered, “I will be honored to host you again.” The old wanderer spoke to me. He told me: “I will return your kindness, friend.” I answered. “I only want your company.” The old wanderer spoke to me. He said this: “like me, you belong nowhere.” I could not answer. The old wanderer left without another word. I knew who that old traveler was. He blessed my lonely home.
The Midgard Wyrdo 