I find my back pressed against a hardness. I see You, my Frenzied King. Pressing me against it. You warned me. Warned me of the stagnation. You left me with words, but they went unheard. I struggle underneath. Yet You do not budge an inch. Still, You hold me firmly. I became Your willing victim. I know the punishment to come. Is nothing but Your ferocious love. You pierce my chest with a blunt blade. With words I could not bear to hear, words I wish not to hear. They are words I need to hear. As they roll from Your lips, they cut deeper. The wounds they leave, leave a revelation in their wake. In Your conclusion. You leave me to contemplate this lashing. As my will returns, I feel a fire burning. Burning the stillness, burning away the doubt. And I can move forward once more.
Poetry
Seeking
When I heard Your call, I was curious. So, I sought You out. I was met with the cacophony of fearful cries. Terrified whispers and dark warnings. Angry shouts and hateful words. Not to seek You. Not to heed Your call. Not to listen to Your beckoning. I was warned. You were dangerous. Cold, cruel, and ruthless. Your brutality knew no bounds. You took delight in brutalizing and torturing, breaking and manipulating, all those that serve You. Taking with a greedy hand and only leaving an empty void. That You were a god meant only for men, kings, and warriors. Not for those who are kind, curious, and loving. Or even women and anyone in between. I was warned. I would be eviscerated, broken, and crushed. Left a shattered shell with no hope of recovery. I persisted. I found myself swept up by Your wit and Your charm. Your curiosity and Your love. You are not just black and white. Nor are You grey. But an array of colors; I never expected to see. Oh, how I have come to love and adore You. My beloved Raven God.
Divine Lover
Oh, my beloved, how I love You so. I love all of You. From Your beautiful sky-blue eye to Your soft as fleece beard. I love all Your flaws and quirks, all Your ways, the good and bad. How I love You so. You came and stole my heart away. You hold it in Your hand, for it is Yours. If You had to take all of me as sustenance, I would gladly let You devour me so completely. Take the beats of my heart, The air from my lungs, The sight from my eyes, The tongue from my mouth. You could have it all if it would sate Your hunger. My mind is Yours to possess. Make me think only of You. As my mind is filled with dearest memories of You. The nest You have built there, is Yours. You rest so comfortably. My Body is Yours. To do what You will. Drink me in and take Your fill. In hopes that it sates Your thirst. For I am Yours, now and forever. Oh, my beloved, how I love You so
Drowning
God of the Wise God of the Warrior God of the Poet I’ve felt Your fury. Tasted Your wine. Held at spear point. And yet here I am. They said I would be broken, Would be rent asunder. Left with nothing but a bleeding that would never heal. That You held no love, no kindness. Naught even a bit of compassion. But I have felt Your love. Raging and ferocious. Your love is like a crashing wave. You are relentless, refusing to abate. No matter how I thrash, struggle, and cry. You do not relent, You will not. I am sinking, drowning. Yet I feel Your firm grasp. You refuse to let me sink. You pull me up. Then with all the kindness of a storm, You shove my being back under. Again, I sink and again You push and pull. Until I can no longer bear it. I reach for Your hand, rather than waiting. I grip You with all my might. You help me rise through the waves. Through all the darkness and doubts. Through all the sorrows and stillness. You have helped me break the surface, To stand on my own. To stand next to You.
More than Mischief
Chaos and change, that is what You bring. Change to those who remain. Chaos to those who are complacent. You bring forth both when You visit. For it is necessary, as I have a habit of becoming comfortably stagnant. You force me forward when I refuse to do so. Flicking Your flames at my feet; to keep me moving. You force my hand, whenever I hesitate. You urge confrontation when I willingly avoid it. You keep me from becoming too grim or too lofty. Tugging me down from pedestal or a gentle lightening of my darkened clouds. You encourage me to accept this chaotic channel. Teaching me how to move with its flows. That this is how life will always be. I value the chaos You bring; for it keeps me on my toes. I value the change You bring; for it keeps me ever moving. How I love and cherish You so. For You are so much more than mischief, so much more than trickster.
Night Visitor
You come to me, at the strangest hour. When Mani rises, as Nott blankets the sky. You bring with You a wildfire of passion, The sweetness of a first love. You come and take me into Your warm embrace. An embrace I have never felt. You whisper loving words, as You hold me tight. Your touch, in me incites an excited passion. Your lips touch with mine, And I let myself become Yours. Our bodies entwined, You lead and tease. You delight all my senses; in ways I have never felt. Your pulsing warmth drives me to euphoria. And Your name escapes my lips, amid my gasping sighs. You let me lie upon You, To the comfort of Your beating heart, I slip away. I cherish these nights, These nights when You come and take me for Your own.
My Divine Beloved
Oh, my King. My God of Wisdom. My God of Passion. I feel Your presence. Like a raging storm, Your love devours. Yet, Your lips taste of honey, sweet and smooth. Your hands are rugged and stern, yet soft and gentle. Your caress is warm and light, like Sunna’s rays on a spring day. You trace the curve of my neck. That leaves a trail of burning desire, across my skin. You stop just above my breast. You take back Your touch, and my body writhes without it. You smile. You revel in my cravings, in my begging, my lusting. I need You. I want You. I yearn for Your touch. I grasp for You, but You are beyond my reach. I feel You, like lightning. You thrust Your white-hot blade, deep within my being. You plunge again and again. I savor Your every thrust, Your every penetration. It sends me deeper into euphoria. You leave my chest heaving. My body aching and my heart quivering. I feel Your lips again, sweet and smooth. You return the breath You stole. You leave me again. Craving, yearning for Your touch, Your love. Oh, My King. My Divine Beloved.
Mani
I delight in Your silvery beauty. I sigh with dreamy longing. Whenever I spy Your celestial form, hanging so elegantly in Nott’s sky. Surrounded by a million diamonds, shining so bright. As if thrown there just to compliment You. Oh, Mani. So beautiful and elegant. You carry Your beauty across the sky. Inspiring lovers, poets, and artists with Your mystic light. How I love You. How I adore You. My Beloved Mani.
Light – A Baldr Poem
When you are at your lowest. When it seems that it is your darkest night, look for Me. I will be your light in the darkness. I will be your shining thread. Grasp it, follow it and I will be waiting at the end. With My arms open wide, to welcome you home. I will be the light, when darkness threatens to consume you. I will be the love that comforts, when sorrow washes over you. I will be the thread that holds you tight when you fall. I will be the warmth when the world leaves you cold, So, look for me when your hope is gone. Search for that thread that leads you to me. I will welcome you home with arms open wide
The Midgard Wyrdo 