Loki Day 17

Here is a picture for today. I have lost the thoughts to properly string words together. So I will post another’s art here.  The artist is ladynorthstar, this is her vision of Loki and his family.

Loki Day 13

Picture is by: sandara

Loki’s Bindings did they happen? Did they not happen? Was it a completely made up story? Or a refection on other bound god mythos?  Those are thoughts that run though my head. than I think of the pain he went though. The pain Sygins went though. That they both endured that angers me. I mean that. Both of them were in pain. He was over the poison when she had to wander away to dump the poison. The poison dripped on his face. She endured the poison as well. As the bowel got more full of the poison it would drip, drizzle over the side and her hands would be burned with it. This poem is for Sygins.

Lifted

Growing heavy in my hands
I watch the serpent’s mouth salvate
The poison that it created was harsh
I could smell it burning the bowl in my hands
I look into the eyes of my beloved
The poison touches my hands
I almost drop the bowl
“Empty it love”
I look at him
Once again wishing that the bowl had no bottom
He sees the pain I know my eyes are showing
“Go.”
His voice has a note of command.
I leave quickly to dump the poison
I hear him scream out
My heart bleeds
We repeat this patten
Day in and day out
Until one day
I go to dump the poison
I hear nothing
No scream
I rush back in
Fearing the worst
He is still bound
The serpent his tormentor is gone
I walk over to him.
“I don’t know”
I set my bowl down
Fling myself on his chest
Weeping
“I love you.”
I look at him biding that my eyes speak
For I am at a loss of words

Loki day 9

I sit here and I think about Loki. He is misunderstood as a god. I sit here and think why I do not make excuses for his behavior in the lore. I do not white-wash it. I know he has done good and bad things. I accept that. He is a god of CHANGE.

Change is never easy nor is it ever welcome. People do not like change. I take that back they do not like change that supposedly ruins them. They like change when it gives them a boost up in the world. Not when it tears their world apart.

Who am I to judge him though? So I do not. He is what he is.

If you don’t want to work with Loki. Don’t. There is nothing that says you have to work with him. Just do not tell me that I cannot work with him. For I will flip you the bird from this side of my screen where you cannot see me doing so.

There is something that says when you hail Odin you hail Loki or Odin will not accept your hail. Funny how that works. Odin gets hailed a lot and Loki gets forgotten so Odin cannot accept that hail. Funny thought huh?

Heathens tend to white-wash the other gods. A lot of heathens tend to over look the blood-lines of their gods. A lot their gods have blood from the third tribe the etins. This is over looked. This is down played. Because they are the gods of good.

Who’s good? Ask yourself that. Who’s good?

Think about that. Give it a good long think.

This next poem is for the family, yes I consider them family. They call me their child. They claimed me as their own. I will not nay say Their choice. This one is for all of them.

Lost Within

Lost within myself I twist I turn.

I cannot find my way.

I stumble and fall to my knees.

Pushing myself back up I keep moving.

Blindly I move forward.

Blinking coming out of the tangled darkness.

I see dancing flames.

I stumble toward it.

The darkness that surrounds me tries to swallow the light I see.

I keep moving, that beacon of light beckons ahead of me.

Hope flares anew in my chest.

I move forward to finally reach the fires.

Warmth fills me.

I feel a hand on my shoulder.

A dark young man stand there with me.

I look over near him a few others stand with him.

They smile and wink at me.

“Welcome back cousin.”

The dark haired young man smiles.

We are always within you.

Remember that, when you start to feel lost.