if you were not a fool you would see me for what I am you who sits so comfortably in the fine saddle of a fine mount you who dares to ride out to war without paying me my due …
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21 Sep 2009 if you were not a fool you would see me for what I am you who sits so comfortably in the fine saddle of a fine mount you who dares to ride out to war without paying me my due … 21 Sep 2008 I am he, the one eyed, terrible deity. He stares back into my eye and laughs. How absurd that we are ever not one? … 21 Sep 2008 We come gathered with our kin, Welcoming Ancestors in, Using sacred mead, or ale, With horns held high, the Gods we hail! … 21 Sep 2008 In my visions you are an ingot of fired iron shot up through the fertile must of earth, and my fingerbones delve into that same earthself and ride the tunnel down. The underworld has many entrances. A ring of toppled Alders overtaken by ghostcolored tribes of Oyster mushrooms, at its hub the Cedar Whose lightning-burnt husk’s inner side bears a calligraphy of mudcrack char Swirling in the dank of molds and cinder, Skullwound roots which thirstless cause the creek to curdle, Motes glooming in the goblin light. … 21 Sep 2008 To take gold from the bosom of the earth is to rob the heart of your land is to steal the heart of your lover and bind it to your will the cost is immeasurable and unbearable though short-sighted fears make us blind to it … 21 Mar 2008 And we’ll return from cavern and from hill… … 21 Mar 2008 I am the rays of the radiant sun, the willow tree and its shade; I am the giant mouth of the ocean, the fossil that never decayed. … 21 Sep 2007 In the midst of fog Penetrated by moonlight, do I stand. … 21 Sep 2007 ~ Poem from Njal’s Saga referred to in “Were Valkyrie’s Real?” … |
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