That wisdom of Ymir
of weather and sorrow of every fjord,
that followed Aduhmla around.
Leave Beowulf in his flight,
Why am I then keeping Sigfried at bay,
I’ll look for that python,
the one who want to mingle with your
At least be reincarnated at 2027,
and kiss 💋 you in the world’s twilight,
as this age ebbs at the dawn of 2020.
. . .and thereof anything in dormant
——–×÷>>> XREF: journal entry 1ay
I will let jormungand sleep in,
I will watch the tides burn for Sigyn,
Then she will have let loose Loki,
not for the sake of what is to come,
only for being tired of the mundane life with her husband.
Then what again is a rut,
to be in dormancy of days on end to know,
there will a time of reckoning.
Not what the books can tell nor a twilight that comes to that night.
Only when love of spontaniety and randomness does deliver that justice on.
Point me where Tyr, left me the tears of Mimir,
I will eat that Idunn’s power apples.
Then if Sif pursed my goats,
i will take the oath of loving towards
all maiden that defy those heavens.
Oh what beaut, u r, but i am not like that,
yet still a pretty boy that makes
everyone blush in your stead,
then onto that hall of old, i am near.
Don’t slip mighty Baldr, if i put you arse in
that hall dead again,
Ragnarok will be the butt of me.
Once upon my tears,
I left my memory and thought,
for the space and time spared me
Ymir showed the stones,
Othinn taught how to read,
then onto my life, Jormunngand conspire with ratatosk,
to bring my mind in a wire,
so it’ll concieve upon my brain,
to be haywired unto mine abode,
then i saw Hugnn flew
as greki ran past me.
Poems and artwork by
© Oliver A Melendez
9 days equals to half a week to get me through.
9 nights, 9 days did Odin got through and be Runic about it.
9 men turned into something new because of one, that
9 fingered Frodo left us with a fantasy compared to none.
@rt by @rtsydhude
vb. 98 / b2.07