Noellyn

A shadowy angelic dream cursed,

It’s always been about her,

There never was or will be any other,

From moments first enthrallment

To the rapid decay which soon followed,

Tempestuous restraint

Pursed lips,

Partially gnawed cuticles

On thumbs and indexing fingers,

Her display was unexpected,

White dress, pink flower,

Her insight was naïve,

The optimization of the human condition,

And believing in the philosophies she’d create,

Insight born and abandoned in her pristine yet chaotic head,

Starlight dancers on cardboard floors

Sheltering dismal beginnings

Fragmenting, dispersing

Through the use of multi-operational disco balls,

Rise and fall,

Epitomes and mouse tracking software,

Installed to the basin of the skull

Instructing and inflicting

Destiny awaits your call,

Mind so complex and less discussed than ought to have been,

I couldn’t understand a word she said

Yet my every thought was of her instead,

Dream big or bury yourself,

Beneath moth ridden clothing,

Allow your skin to shrivel to fit your skeleton,

If you don’t die trying,

Why should anyone cared if you die at all,

Passion in all realms of living,

Posture however inspired her in that minute devotion,

Her spirit flocks to structures in the sky,

Even tonight,

Five months to the hour,

I can feel her presence prodding me,

Damning words confessed so viciously,

All in the name of progress,

I miss her,

I’ll never meet another like her, no one could,

I can’t forgive her though,

For stealing away the only girl I’ve ever loved,

One day after whispering something remarkable,

So quiet I almost could not hear,

But her voice rose, just slightly, so I could hear her say,

I’ve got a secret I’d like very much to share,

You’re the only boy I’ve ever chose to wear,

And this moment is the only time I’ve ever

Said I love you, outside bedtime well wishes to my mom and dad,

I find myself spending more time as days expire,

Trying to understand, trying to make sense,

But each and every time,

I believe more and more, there had to be some other way to illustrate her point

A Brother Fallen (En Brother Fallen) (Mythic Series Insert Four-Five) (Mythic Serie Sett Fire-fem)

From crumbled rock a foothold missed, (Fra smuldret rock fotfeste savnet),

Spinning, reeling, (Spinning og vakler),

Backwards down the mountainside, (Baklengs ned fjellsiden),

In the sky, (i himmelen),

Time stood by, (tiden sto ved),

To watch, ( å se),

The descent

Of a warrior as he dies

(Nedstigningen til en kriger som han dør)

Whispers In the atmosphere covet memories dear, (Hvisker i atmosfæren, begjære minner kjære),

Reflections born from driving rain and snow, (Refleksjoner født fra slagregn og snø ),

Of each enemy as they last were seen, (Av hver fiende som de sist var sett)

No regrets do I hold, (Ingen angrer ikke holder jeg),

I’ve experienced the good and the bad, (Jeg har opplevd de gode og de dårlige),

A violent existence, (En voldelig eksistens),

But overall a life well lived, (Men generelt et liv godt levd),

I am not afraid to die today. (Jeg er ikke redd for å dø i dag).

I await the treasures Valhalla brings, (Jeg venter skattene Valhalla bringer),

And here approaches my Valkyrie, (Og tilnærminger her er mitt Valkyrie),

I’ve heard the stories, I know the tales, (Jeg har hørt historiene, vet jeg at historier),

This eve I feast with kings, if the myths hold their truth for me, (Dette eve Jeg fest med konger, hvis myter holde sannheten for me).

Within the Lair of A Winged Fiend (Mythic Series Volume Four)

The inner depths of a winged lair,

Darkened soldiers came before

Never again returned to their land again,

Feeling rock and wall,

The only guide in this place,

But blindness is nothing new to me,

As a child, in my teens,

My father, myself and my two younger brothers,

Headed towards the west

When we stopped to rest under glorious trees

In a forest made of glass

My blade too heavy along the root

Seconds after branches and crystal leaves

Cascaded down to us

A sun flare entered just in time

Stunned to see the world collapse

I looked directly into its lance,

Four long days would pass before

My sight would become restored

This blindness is different though,

Bits and pieces we can view yet the

Presence of others lingered too,

Sensing danger we spin in darkness

Blade extended for these dark entities,

As time expired crumble would our mind

Into this place we grew bonded

And began to form vision

To see the creatures confronting us

That is when the youngest lunged

Dagger first, a gushing sound escaped

Along with a shining brilliance

Igniting all lamplights to fullness ready

Soon this hollow would grow heavy

And if intuition holds its line

Blood will flow, surround this tribe

And as premonition verified itself

This winged beast came down from it’s precipice

A shrieking tone with talons out

A bloodied beak with edges sharp

And yet, it chose such a place

A place which light escaped

A dwelling so unsettling

Its wings could not expand

Using our swords would not be fair

Instead feathers would be plucked with the hand

Wings punched through the creature

Dropped fast, through the floor and below

Soon where it was it would not know,

But for the purpose of this clan

Another battle won,

The outer crevice reached,

Inhaling mountain air,

Drink tonight, drink well

Tomorrow we voyage to the temple on the hill

Many Moons Removed, Word Comes From the Village (Mythic Series Volume Three)

Seven paces from the crevice,

Thirty yards below the chalice,

Congregate the six plus twenty more

Who’ve met us here,

Bearing gifts which lifts the spirit

Telling us of life back home,

A home that’s seen my son

Sixteen years now fully grown,

Last time our eyes met

I cried as his lips smiled

As I put the ointment above his brow,

And now comes word he’s joined the others

In quest of fire, In quest of plunder,

If ever we meet again, Will he recognize the same scars I still wear,

The boy with the stories echoed the cascade of pirates

Daring their lives entering our confines,

The council took them in,

Malnourished and ripe,

Bound for sin,

Years had passed and they grew strong,

Then sent word for their kin to come,

Underestimated the might within

The Viking sons and daughters,

I requested of my wife,

Last I heard she was with illness,

The boy apologized for the news before

He described my son beside her bed,

Sweaty rags and bloody sheets

Something wicked grew beneath her skin,

The herbs and crystals did their best,

A demon had entered in her abandoned womb

And over time it’s power groomed,

The chief and the seer gathered the others

Five of them, my wife included,

Were let one by one,

Curdling their seepage through heat of the sun,

Alas none were no more,

Haven’t been three seasons now,

Still this news was fresh to me,

A moment I shared with my brothers,

Who also had kin taken unkindly there,

We wept in union for one evening,

Then transferred our sorrow into rage and anger,

Enflamed in red, we looked instead,

Into the crevice before our flesh,

Darkened sight with howling sound,

I pity the soul of the unlucky demons

We shall inside find,

For honor, for Vikings, for love, for tribe,

When we reach the other side,

That much closer

We shall rise

Near the goal,

The chalice atop the peak above

Cloud and snow,

Death shall become all who betray our path,

The Gods have not provided passage for us

To not let us pass, soon

The chalice will be within our grasp

Just Not Taking It All In

Been living, in a land of disinformation,

I live in a world nobody understands,

Labels pasted from snap judgments made,

The ignorant can’t keep up,

Each ripple spurred,

The repercussions from this all,

Tiny Flaws,

Leave big scars,

After all,

Even kittens have claws,

Beneath the dangling metaphor

Within the past participle

I see the market stork

And steam away, steam away

Tomorrows another day,

Another opportunity,

To gamble, to drink,

To watch the venom disseminate,

Orange profits will funnel in,

Through a teeny tiny cosmic crinkle

An hourglass of instigators,

Shadow baggers in their foil,

Trade wagers on the dial,

Masking tape above the wire,

Formulaic decompression,

Along with self-prescribed medicinal vacations

The only reprieves,

From drowning in the quagmire,

The dysfunction from depression brings

A Faithfulness to Beliefs

Soft, silver, white,

Like barium to the sight,

Lacquered, layered,

Tethered, Teased,

Each of my awakenings

I’ve yet to grasp,

Yet for each,

I hope they forever last,

Spilt from the tedious feat

Of staples extended

From carpet to foot,

From each trace left behind

I can’t imagine a more delicate type,

Roses in compendium

Fill the treasure trove with make believe,

You’ll live much longer if you breathe

You be much happier if you are faithful to your beliefs

Goats

There’s always a solution,

There’s always a goat.

Heart rate mercury bound

Sentinels stand and wait

Rubber wears while the rubber meets the street,

Inflate, Deflate, Inflate again

Shaking, Quiver, Quaking, Shiver

Shoulder looking,

No one’s there,

Soft steps speak louder than

Pistonic feet,

Crumbling, crack in concrete

Laces underneath,
Running, running,

Lungs cannot accelerate,

Jumping fences in attempts to escape

Never surrender, never die,

Pulse, pulse, pulse,

The rain can hear you’ve got but moments,

Then you see the blue jackets

You see the hats and you watch the sirens,

Drive straight by the alleyway in which you hide,

You see the woman and the man,

The children fingering the wrong one,

You walk by as his hands are behind him,

Given enough time, a goat will certainly appear