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
Set this elpis on fire,
set this motion and let it roll on the wire.
As Skoll went and lament yet laughed hard,
Then Hati never had any score settled.
Did that flames of all the doubts,
and the scorn of my fears,
it does get born.
Erstwhile that Elpis did move under my jar.
What hope can,
what life maybe,
where is step,
She may be,
That Hati, did swallowed Mani…
That the chariots swung from bifrost into Middle Earth,
Then at the height of it all, Men and women of einjerhar rallied under Aesir and Vanir,
Soon after Skoll shall swallow Sol,
can men and women be as good as they are einjerhar, before they can even
put their lives under the line,
wherr Skoll routes every single Sol,
now under his rule, shall be darkerned a minute of two.
Light me in my darkest dawn.
Mark me upon the night’s storm.
Of might, fang and rage. . .
Don’t let your snarl be re awakened,
lest your father to trick this world again.
Fenris my cub, Skoll of my days, Hati of my moon…
Let my loose my Greki upon the Freki of myself,
then let see who gets swallowed whole,
in the turn of my own twilight.
–>》》Veeda de Libros p5
i loved your ways.
you used to feed my brain.
Nowadays i am full so much of reality,
and it is killing me.
Id like to see you more often than i should.
Come by with Pegasus sometimes at my bedside,
get Nyx to bedazzle me,
while you are at it, take Sleipnirr with you,
a great race towards the end of my slumber, while
I dr3am my day away with all of you.
I still love you,
We used to have so much . . .
Arrgh, Rawrrgh, Barraaghhh,
Aahh someone give me a toothpick,
this flesh has been on my backtooth.
This last one really soured my taste in men.
Women as the same.
Then why bother with this race, they have a filth that no others can at least have some decent tang to it.