Monday, December 27, 2010

Wunjo

Happy are the holy
Having hearth and house in heaven
Himingbjorg is Heimdall's home
Gladly go the gods
Giving graves their ghost

Blessed are the blissful ones
Bringers of bountiful beauty to
Bright halls beyond Bifrost
Generous are the just ones
Joined by joyful ones


Thursday, December 16, 2010

Gebo

To get is to give
Gracious is the gifted
Who gives after getting
Sharing of spoils
Is salve for the soul

Wholeness is happiness
Hoarding is harmful
Unhealthy and hurtful
The presenting of presents
Is a practice with promise

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Kenaz

Qualitative not quantitative
Create out of chaos
Create from the core
Transformation is tough
Truth must be told

Illumination is elusive
Alive and aloof
Although inspired and inviting
Forage for fagots
Find the flame and fan

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Raidho

The route may be rough
The road may be rocky
The rider runs the risk
The destination depends
Upon determination and drive

To travel the tree
Of trouble and travail
Tough trip to take
Misguided goals bring
Grief to the gods

Monday, November 22, 2010

Ansuz

All Father is everywhere
All wise in everything
Is Odin of the ancient Aesir
Seeker of sacred sooth
Searcher of spiritual souls

Wisdom is Woutan's weal
Wisdom is Woutan's wight
Woutan welcomes the wise
Revealer of righteous realms
Read right the runes



Friday, November 12, 2010

Thurisaz

Thorr the Thunderer
Thorn to the Thurses
Tho Thokk thrives
Strength against strife
Success against stress

Mustering Mjollnir's might
Magni maintains Midgard
Marking mighty mounts
Divinely descended
Defender to death




Friday, November 5, 2010

Uruz

Either ally or enemy
Awful and awesome
Is the aurochs or Ur
Solid strength upon strength
Steadily stirring the soul

Fierce friend of the fend
Ferocious foe on the field
Formidable fiend on the fjord
The wild ox wields
Wyrd weapons of wonder

Monday, November 1, 2010

Fehu

Wealth and weal
Both waxes and wanes
Brings wellness and woe
No scandal or shame
Unless squandered or stolen

The fruits of fortune
Both flowers and fades
Bought free for a fee
Neglect not the needy
Nor neglected in need

Friday, October 29, 2010

Heimdall


Heimdall, silent and wise
Always thinking, rarely speaking
What You know is true and right
Waiting for the proper time to
Say what we need to hear
When we are ready to listen

If we take the time to listen
To You and not just to ourselves
We’ll hear the wisdom of the gods
We must listen to Your wisdom and
Wait for Your divine advice so wise
Not confident in ourselves alone

Heimdall, You alone are called holy
Your deeds are greater than our words
While your words are few but ever mighty
As You defend Asgard defend us too we ask
In both word and deed, we ask, as You
Alone guard Bifrost from evil ways

As You alone know how to retrieve
Our Asa Thorr’s hammer as well as
Retaining Our Lady Freyja’s honor
Help us also to maintain our strength and
Honor when we’re also in such need of
Your wisdom and might so sublime

Heimdall, son of the waves, we call You Rig
Watch over and guard us, Your children, as You
Watch over and guard Asgard from Bifrost bridge
Support us in our quest for wisdom and as we flee from evil
Through Your gjallahorn, O Rig, hear our plea

Monday, October 25, 2010

Crowd Of Unknowing


He who can’t stand to be alone
Can’t stand to be with himself.
He who mistakes alone for lonely
Mistakes attention for approval.

The loner is despised
For his ability to exist
Without the flattery of others.

To constantly seek the company of others
Is to flee from the company of one self
Pity him who finds his self alone
Through the approval of others.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Litany Of Lies


They said I could be
Who I wanted to be
Then said who I could be
Said they knew best for me

They said I should be
What I wanted to be
Then said what that would be
Said they knew best for me

They said I could say
What I wanted to say
Then said what I could say
Said that it’s better this way

They said I was free
In the land of the free
Then told me how free
That they knew best for me

I was told who to be
I was told how to be
I was told what to be
And how I was still free

Ask who but not why
Ask how but not why
Ask what but not why
Dare not tarnish the lie

Saturday, October 23, 2010

And So It Goes


You can judge a nation’s self righteousness
By the kind of laws it creates.
You can judge its hypocrisy
By which laws it enforces.
And how they enforce them.

We’ve seen it .
We’ve experienced it.
We even condone it.
We do so little about it.
We are the nation.

If we didn’t allow it
It wouldn’t happen.
And yet we do
And so it does.
And so it goes.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Peaceful Night


The night is so peaceful
So utterly disturbing
So silent filled with noise
So dark
So bright

Peaceful is the night
Time to be alone
Looking inward
With eyes wide open
No interruptions
No distractions

Suspended in the world
Rooted to the ground
Simple thoughts
Cluttered life
Easy choices
Hard decisions

Noise of the night
Run and hide at night
Cars, factories, people
Cease to split my head
Only the night creatures
That occupy my mind

Decisions to decide
Thoughts to think
Choices to choose
Decisions to choose
Thoughts to choose
Choices to decide
Think choose decide
And order will do
In the peaceful night

The night is a welcome change
Day causes the eye to wander
Look at everything
Focus on nothing
The dark of night
Demands my patience
Can’t be in a hurry
Don’t glance quickly
Carefully observe
Take it all in

Is the day as it appears
Is the day as bright
As the night is dark
What the night prohibits
The mind allows
Creates images
Clearer and brighter
Than any sun can do

Let the mind present
The world your world
The world of the internal
That world of its choosing
It will decide for you
It will work probe show
And scare

I can’t run away
Where can I go
I can’t escape
I’m not a prisoner
Yet I am imprisoned

The bright of the night
Forces me to see
I decide to see
What’s been decided for me
Now to close my eyes
Make the nighttime brighter

Can’t escape it
Must confront it
Can’t look away
Won’t go away
Must satisfy it
Must appreciate it
Nothing to do but watch
And watch

The brain controls the day
The mind controls the night
It won’t let me sleep
Try and it continues
Within me
With out me

Stay awake, deal with it now
Sleep and deal with it now
Avoid it tonight
Obsess with it tomorrow
Makes no difference
There’s still tomorrow night
It will be satisfied

Picture’s unclear
Images blurred
Words make no sense
Laying there confused
Yeah really so what
Who questions the tyrant
Clay serves the potter
Protesting for naught

Isn’t the silent night silent
Are not the sounds n more
Don’t the sounds disappear
Not just a shift change
What’s not during the day
Reaches crescendo ay night

Here is my night
Bright as my day
Here they come
Demons in white
Pretending to comfort
Bringing fear
Smiling with mouths
Expressionless eyes
Offering peace
Intending strife
Presenting open arms
Displaying clenched fists

Black demons
Dressed in white
Empty smiles
Only teeth
Empty eyes
Only stares
Empty promises
Only confusions

At peace with my self
During the day
Night is at peace
By tormenting me
In an empty night
My mind fills the void
Bringing unwelcome guests
Uninvited
Unappreciated

Another silent night
Filled with inner noise
Another peaceful night
Filled with inner war
Pictures flying close
Images swirling near
Always moving ‘round
Never ever clear
Torn pictures flutter
Shattered images cut
Confusion ever clear
Outside world is calm
Inside something else

Word’s fast and loud
Always distorted
Repeated end on end
Can’t follow my thoughts
All’s in a flash
Bouncing again and again
The echoing words
Never in context
Never in synch
In the fractured world
Of images and sounds

Stay on my toes
Try to keep up
Follow its lead
Don’t give up
It won’t let me
Make sense of it
I know I won’t
Take it all in
Let it all out
I know I can’t
If I don’t catch it
This time around
It won’t need to worry
I’ll get another chance
Tomorrow’s another night
Another peaceful night

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Insight Out


The raven’s perched high above
Sizing up her prey
From her perch she’ll watch and wait
Not for naught nor for fun
Peering down she eyes her toy
Patiently gazing in no hurry at all
She sways to and fro in her own breeze
This way that way never straight
Slowly she begins what will be the end
The start of her slow casual descent
Down she floats toward her prey
In no hurry for he’s going nowhere
She alights upon his feet tied to the trunk

The raven and he stare at each other
A greeting of sorts so they pretend
She rests for a bit so as to taunt
She claws at his feet as if to caress
Digging in deep to maintain her claim
While his soles become open and raw
His ragged flesh ever reddened and flayed
From the depths of his being ran his life force
Up and up does his life flow down
Down pours his blood fast and loose
Up does it flow reaching down to his head
As his blood covers and coats him
As it races down to his head
It passes to pool thick under his chin
Coating and soothing the outside of his throat
Till it over flows its banks to continue
Its run not before dribbling into his ears
And out again only to outline his face
And color his cheeks before absorbed into his beard
To mock him with false berserker rage

The raven she watches standing quite fixed
Squeezing her claim digging still deeper
Causing a shriek then a pained jerk
She watched life’s ocher spray to and fro
Splattering and spraying this way and that
The blood made mud splashes up and out
Pouring over and out with nowhere to bend
To wherever it will does it stream
But not before his shrieking is through
Does the lord of the slain see to it that
He reabsorbs his life force through his flesh
What he lost through his soles of his feet
With a reluctant swallow gurgle and gasp
Does he humbly accept back some of what
He now wishes were forever lost

So still and softly does he now sway
Silently sweeping the soil he seeded
With blood running from his feet to his face
Cold sweat running up from his brow
Rivers running red from the thick forest
Of his scalp onto the ground just under his head
As the pool all his own deepens dark red
And widened by ever richer drops
It was lapped up with an eager pink tongue
Of the gray red eyed opportunistic wolf
He now ripped free from the ravenous bird
From under his feverish flesh
To quench the fierce fenris thirst
Of the famished wolf now his fiendish friend

Two unlikely comrades in arms
One serving as the other feeds
One joyous in depravity
The other giving purpose to that joy
Of lapping up that fate filed pool
Leaving naught but red hued snow
The wolf unsatisfied quickly moved in
To what stuck to his face head and neck
Licking his face deep into his eyes
Before kissing his parched mouth drier still
With that slobbering drooling wet tongue
The wolf reached deep down inside
Biting long squeezing tight pulling hard
Till the two become one and the same
And out came the two that become one
Torn and twisted jagged red and raw
Hanging and swaying out from the mouth
A mouth not of its source and home

In envy down swooped the savage bird
Ferociously fighting over the sacred spoils
And the steely spined sacrifice no longer cared
Now forever bled blind and dumb
But not deaf to his silent screams
He can tell no prayful person of his plight
So I now write all I witnessed and recall

Friday, October 15, 2010

An Introduction


It has been suggested –more like strongly urged- to me that I create a blog.  This pretty much an order has been impressed upon me by my manager and all around encourager.
             
You see, I am a poet/photographer with a website that my encourager in all things created for me to help promote my work.  It is she who has been urging me under threat of constant badgering that I write a blog.  And so I did.  But because of the subject matter of my photography it is an adults only blog and she wants me to write one that is open to all.  So, I created this blog site and she is now pleading with me to fill it with something.  Anything.
           
I think this is a great idea and greatly appreciate her efforts –she built the website after all- but I know nothing about blogs and/or blogging.  So, here I am writing by the seat of my pants without a net.  I don’t know if this is anything but it is something.
             
I don’t see this blog as having any consistent content.  I see it as being a series of random musings, and thoughts.  The subjects will often change, as will the style, but the person writing them will not.  I don’t know how the reader will take to the random subject matter but it will make the blog more interesting and fun for the blogger to write it.  And hopefully it will be fun for the reader who will get a variety of subjects to read about.
            
I tend to be a first amendment absolutist.  I will not deliberately set out to offend anyone but nor will I shy away from my opinions merely because someone out there may not like it and/or disagree with it.  Anyone who believes their ideas are worth listening to needs to allow others the same courtesy otherwise they have as little right to speak as they give others.
             
This post isn’t much to write home about.  It’s just a vague introduction.  But it’s a start.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

The Beginning

This is a companion blog to my other blog "Eagles and Snow".  "Eagles And Snow"  is an adult only blog due to my including on it my naked pictures of naked girls doing naked things -oftentimes referred to as erotic photography.  I don't know exactly how erotic it is but it does show naked people so I felt it best to make it adult just to be on the safe side.  Apparently we are not to know that people are naked under their clothes till we have reached the age of eighteen -what a shock it must be to find this out so late in life- so shielded it is and shielded it will stay.

Be that as it may.  In the meantime I have decided to create a blog that will have none of that nasty naked human body stuff and be devoted to just my more literary musings and more "inoffensive" photography of the non naked variety.  I'm sure some will find some of my poetic and prosaic musings offensive as well and will wish they could see some nakedness to take the edge off reading my opinions and will hopefully click over to my more naked musings.  But be sure your eighteen or over.  I'll be checking IDs.