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"asgard" poems
Loudly it sounded, The horns message clear, The gods had been warned, The giants were near. From Jotunheim to Midgard To Asgard they came, Their intent was clear, Their purpose the same. Loudly they shouted, They yelled, and they raged, The gods and the giants Were battle engaged. Thor with his hammer and Vidar with shoe, One would think battle Was all that they knew. Tyr with one hand And Frey with no sword, They should have stayed back, But of their own accord Into battle they leapt, Into battle they ran, Against the giants To make their stand. The moon and the sun, Luna and Sol, Went into the bellies of Hati and Skoll. Tidal waves crashed all over the world, Out of the oceans came The serpent of Midgard. Thor ran at the beast, The great Fenrir Wolf, But he was soon In snakes coils engulfed. Thor pounded away, He hammered the snake, But he did no damage, No dent did he make. The great Fenrir Wolf Rushed at Odin, The god stabbed with his spear, But the great wolf did win. Vidar rushed at the beast With his big heavy shoe, Kicked in the jaw, The Fenrir Wolf flew Away from the battle, away from the fray, In the depths of space The Fenrir Wolf stays. The gods and the giants, The battle they fought, And in the end it was all for naught. They destroyed each other, Each and every one, And out of the darkness Came a new sun. In the sun’s warmth, A great green was spread, The great land had died, And was back from the dead. Two gods were left, The young sons of Thor, They were spared because they were good and pure. The gods met with two humans Who had lived through the strife, And together they planned a new and better life. And for this reason, The Norse people say, The gods stay in Asgard To this very day. But if in the future The giants attack, The gods will come to Midgard, And they will attack.
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Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 11:50 AM UTC
The Battle at Midgard
Loudly it sounded, The horns message clear, The gods had been warned, The giants were near. From Jotunheim to Midgard To Asgard they came, Their intent was clear, Their purpose the same. Loudly they shouted, They yelled, and they raged, The gods and the giants Were battle engaged. Thor with his hammer and Vidar with shoe, One would think battle Was all that they knew. Tyr with one hand And Frey with no sword, They should have stayed back, But of their own accord Into battle they leapt, Into battle they ran, Against the giants To make their stand. The moon and the sun, Luna and Sol, Went into the bellies of Hati and Skoll. Tidal waves crashed all over the world, Out of the oceans came The serpent of Midgard. Thor ran at the beast, The great Fenrir Wolf, But he was soon In snakes coils engulfed. Thor pounded away, He hammered the snake, But he did no damage, No dent did he make. The great Fenrir Wolf Rushed at Odin, The god stabbed with his spear, But the great wolf did win. Vidar rushed at the beast With his big heavy shoe, Kicked in the jaw, The Fenrir Wolf flew Away from the battle, away from the fray, In the depths of space The Fenrir Wolf stays. The gods and the giants, The battle they fought, And in the end it was all for naught. They destroyed each other, Each and every one, And out of the darkness Came a new sun. In the sun’s warmth, A great green was spread, The great land had died, And was back from the dead. Two gods were left, The young sons of Thor, They were spared because they were good and pure. The gods met with two humans Who had lived through the strife, And together they planned a new and better life. And for this reason, The Norse people say, The gods stay in Asgard To this very day. But if in the future The giants attack, The gods will come to Midgard, And they will attack.
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Seeing we never found gay fairyland (Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon) And missed the tide of Lethe; yet are soon For that new bridge that leaves old Styx half-spanned; Nor ever unto Mecca caravanned; Nor bugled Asgard, skilled in magic rune; Nor yearned for far Nirvana, the sweet swoon, And from high Paradise are cursed and banned; -Let's die home, ferry across the Channel! Thus Shall we live gods there. Death shall be no sev'rance. Weary cathedrals light new shrines for us. To us, rough knees of boys shall ache with rev'rence. Are not girls' ******* a clear, strong Acropole? -There our oun mothers' tears shall heal us whole
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A New Heaven
We plyed our oars as we sweeped across the surf, our ships skimming the water with ease, we seized towns, plundered fishing ports, sacked cities, we worshipped the great Odin, in his hall in Asgard, All for what? We did this, so we might go to Valhalla, the last revelry.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
We fought
To the gods of the north, I pray And raise my cup for the fallen ones Then I cry In Valhalla they'll sing Rain Red blood keeps pouring down Come Valkyries, join me on that final ride Here I lie bleeding Odin, I await thee The battle rages on New lines they're weaving The future, the past and the present They're one They will reveal their mask To show me a way to survive This bitter war Soon it will be over He will be the one We'll weave in And terror will now rule these lands When the battle is lost And the slain ones are chosen Valkyries will guide us home When the battle is lost And the slain ones are chosen Valkyries will guide us home Destiny A spinning wheel The path of glory Round and round come join us On your final ride to Asgard Let's move on fast Allfather waits So let's heed the final call For now We leave this world behind It's over All glory to the brave Still blood will rain Through storm and fire Let war winds reign It's the feast for the crows Follow the light Just follow the light Or fade away Soon it will be over He will be the one We'll weave in and terror will now rule these lands When the battle is lost And the slain ones are chosen Valkyries will guide us home When the battle is lost And the slain ones are chosen Valkyries will guide us home We'll keep on weaving We're crushing through lines With our battering swords We're marching on Assign the brave To survive This bitter war Soon it will be over He will be the one We'll weave in And terror will now rule these lands When the battle is lost And the slain ones are chosen Valkyries will guide us home When the battle is lost And the slain ones are chosen Valkyries will guide us home We'll heed the final call A call to arms The Valkyries will guide us home The finally I hear them say Carry on For Valhalla awaits you
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
Valkyries - Blind Gaurdian
To the gods of the north, I pray And raise my cup for the fallen ones Then I cry In Valhalla they'll sing Rain Red blood keeps pouring down Come Valkyries, join me on that final ride Here I lie bleeding Odin, I await thee The battle rages on New lines they're weaving The future, the past and the present They're one They will reveal their mask To show me a way to survive This bitter war Soon it will be over He will be the one We'll weave in And terror will now rule these lands When the battle is lost And the slain ones are chosen Valkyries will guide us home When the battle is lost And the slain ones are chosen Valkyries will guide us home Destiny A spinning wheel The path of glory Round and round come join us On your final ride to Asgard Let's move on fast Allfather waits So let's heed the final call For now We leave this world behind It's over All glory to the brave Still blood will rain Through storm and fire Let war winds reign It's the feast for the crows Follow the light Just follow the light Or fade away Soon it will be over He will be the one We'll weave in and terror will now rule these lands When the battle is lost And the slain ones are chosen Valkyries will guide us home When the battle is lost And the slain ones are chosen Valkyries will guide us home We'll keep on weaving We're crushing through lines With our battering swords We're marching on Assign the brave To survive This bitter war Soon it will be over He will be the one We'll weave in And terror will now rule these lands When the battle is lost And the slain ones are chosen Valkyries will guide us home When the battle is lost And the slain ones are chosen Valkyries will guide us home We'll heed the final call A call to arms The Valkyries will guide us home The finally I hear them say Carry on For Valhalla awaits you
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i've always wanted to apply for CSSSA, but i'm too scared the rejection letter will be the future shades of senior year when i finally hear back from the mailman who took my essays a year ago, all bundled up in pre-approved envelopes, stamped, addressed, received, thrown aside. - but that's not for two years, so i don't know why i'm worried. - i've always wanted to do something, not make something of myself, even though the verb is the same in spanish, with a reflexive difference. - in regard to this, a wise twenty-something (contradictory) once told me to let myself feel instead of worrying so much: "to put it less eloquently, feelings are like **** FEEL 'EM." - apparently i haven't felt in eight months. - so maybe in compensation, i will apply to CSSSA, though the deadline is the 28th, and the assigned portfolio demands an utter lack of procrastination-- not my strong suit, you could say, as a month of homework is still sleeping in my bed. - **** it's all due tuesday. - also, while walking home i saw a norse god namesake on a balcony-asgard, wreathed in the byproduct of his last smoke, and somehow, despite my inability to feel, that just made me so sad. -
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Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 12:50 AM UTC
atychiphobia
We broke the silence of the night To see the gates of Asgard open Valkyries fill this ****** battlefield I see your eyes, I felt the pain, you are crying I wish to hold your hand forever As I put down my sword, and lay down my armor I felt the rain on my face; I see the thunders of Thor I knelt down, my broken soul had surrendered I wished not to be chosen, wishing to be forever by your side I know you feel the same, but not even Freyja could hear our plea Not even Odin can bring you to Asgard with me I felt my heart stopping, but it still hopes to sing your name I hold your hand; you’re still wearing my ring Valhalla waits as you stare at me with grief Goodbye, we’ve fallen, I never wanted to leave
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Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 8:46 AM UTC
Arngrim has fallen
We broke the silence of the night To see the gates of Asgard open Valkyries fill this ****** battlefield I see your eyes, I felt the pain, you are crying I wish to hold your hand forever As I put down my sword, and lay down my armor I felt the rain on my face; I see the thunders of Thor I knelt down, my broken soul had surrendered I wished not to be chosen, wishing to be forever by your side I know you feel the same, but not even Freyja could hear our plea Not even Odin can bring you to Asgard with me I felt my heart stopping, but it still hopes to sing your name I hold your hand; you’re still wearing my ring Valhalla waits as you stare at me with grief Goodbye, we’ve fallen, I never wanted to leave
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Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 6:39 PM UTC
Arngrim has Fallen
You said I was Alaska- its true But I'm not gonna crash that car. I replied 'then you're the Colonel' And you're much better- by far. You always said you were Lennie And this I was George- the clever one. But I am the fool and you are the brighter, You'll be around when I'm gone. You always thought you were Ron And me Hermione- I guess so. But then who's Harry- *** we're not gonna marry It's you- you are the hero. I reckon I'm Eragon- the wanna be warrior With a lot to learn. But I've Saphira by my side Level-headed fun and stern. I'm Frodo- I keep going, But weakness roots in my heart In you I have found my Sam, Won't let me fall back to the start. Asterix the bright and clever- Always knows what to do. I follow- a faithful Obelix, I'll always look to you. And if I am truly Odin then you are Asgard itself. How many other ways can I describe our friendship? Your are Peter the rock- And I am Thomas the doubter.
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
A Literary Duo
It was dark past seeing....his pupils  like cavernous maw,could find not one glimmer..one chard of light in Asgard's canope. Like a strand of golden hair, lonley comet broke the night and streaked the darkness, light years away long dead before a vision in his mind as he sat high in heavens perch a hammer Rested on his knees. Thunder rumbled Years below Quick light flashed Above. To fall to Earth once More.
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Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
Mjolnir
Flowing under winter Is the warmth of a fading love That once was on the surface But now struggles to be shone Cold hearts once bled red Broken, they needed repair Grey was too stiff for the aching heart So blue was the color of the broken part But Jotunheim and its giants can be melt By the prowess of Asgard and its heroes As the icy, depressive cover has formed After the heart had been healed So, many times passion becomes a fuel To extinguish the fear of the person who never knows And this gas perpetually ignites And the water that once thawed the rime Won’t remain covered, buried under ice That is why love always resurfaces With the heat of hope and will Querying if the person the heart beats for Doesn’t has her beating in sync, still But like a snowflake, love falls in pieces To find a place to regrow, as fear overpowers the fuel Where memory and reluctance troubles the loving soul While life seems dull to his aching state, as time never ceases My appreciation for her burns wild Maybe its youth that feeds the flames Or the personality bonded to her beautiful name But, which is enough to love her, the air that I inhale Will soon be few as I drown in the water, doubting if “we” will ever be true
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Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 8:59 AM UTC
Water Under Ice
Tis with a smile and high regards I tell the tale of Thor son of Asgard With a strong and a firm physique But not much wit of to speak Bore his mighty hammer Mjolnir Almost on par with his father spear The dangerous lance known as Gungnir Thor smote monsters from far and near Frost giants and the serpent Jormungadr With hammer in hand he stomped and smash Bone and flesh broke like brittle glass Each battle was greater than the last Etched in mythology for all who would ask Now who beyond that could compare to The mighty feats that Thor would do Without the power of thunder and lightening Another hero fell beasts just as frightening Built like Thor with a similar mind To crush and **** the beast of his time Just like Thor he bore the curse Of a strangely epic kind of birth With so much to live up to What was a demigod to do For all his might he was tragic figure Accidentally poisoned by his own lover Deianira Shortly after completing his twelve deadly  labors Labors done in the name of sweet repentance For the ****** of family he sought penitence Still that is a tale that many know far too well Thus I leave you this in comparison Though I think they would have been good friends Warriors till the brutal and ****** end I wonder in a fight who would win
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Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
Thor and Hercules
[and none are eternal] with closed eyes i fall through 9 realms putting on and taking off my masks when i walk alone i walk in Asgard i walk in the belief of my power i walk on the  Bifröst a golden guardian at the gate the dark world is blue and grey all that is wrong is blue and black but i can walk on the dark world i can walk on Svartalfheim because i am golden i am strong i have weapons but Asgard is not eternal i am not eternal and if you look close enough even weapons forged of steel are simply energy and space
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 1:06 AM UTC
9 realms
Coastal mist and mountains blue as ache – As ice crystals encase his heart Shadows begin to flood the valleys below. With shallow breaths he lays embraced by snows Upon a glacial bed – its covers will enrobe him for millennia. The merciful numbness comes with the fading of the day Finally bringing heavy, failing eyes And the mists rise further up the slopes To meet the gathering cloud. Rendered helpless by the thinned air He pushed himself beyond the boundary of the human world Seeking rebirth in a Norse Asgard, To find instead an icy tomb.   At the end all is blue and white and grey To sleep, is to embrace the mountain. He becomes another protrusion between ice-encrusted peaks A mystery for another time, waiting amid the snow.
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Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 5:41 PM UTC
Mist and Mountains - Stolen Thoughts #3
The Red Lights shine bright throughout the Halls of Asgard.
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
Divine Corruption (10W)
-Dear God.. Can you hear my prayers.. Or will my words be swallowed in the snow.. I always feared suffering in your endless inferno.. I can almost hear the screams of the afterlife.. Torture is the ultimate cost of sin.. -To you..Mighty Zeus..I pray.. With trailes of blood and tears on my cheeks.. Your presence fills my lonely days.. Your crystal-draped whispers give me a hint of safety.. Hell is only temporary..eternal is Heaven.. Tartrus is the devine punishment.. To the ones who refuse submission.. And Hades..is the land of lost souls.. -Tell me..Great Odin.. Can you hear the agonized screams of your loyal slaves? Can you see them waging wars in your name? Raising the black flags of destruction? Or are you too busy sipping your precious nectar? Our silence is not the answer.. We shall ascend to your Asgard..We shall break your throne.. Remember..Great Odin.. Ragnarok approaches! Divinity is only temporary..eternal is Valhallah.. And injustice is a sin..punishable by death.. -Forgive me..Amun-Ra I fear the darkness that is you.. I kneel before your divine image.. I tremble at the sound of your voice.. Redeem me..of the evil that is you   From the wrath embracing my entity.. And reward me..with your resonating light.. Blood..is the cost of forgiveness.. -Dear God..hear me.. Whoever you are.. Whatever name you may hold.. I beseech your wisdom.. They see you in statues..in Heaven..in death.. I see you in the verses of the Bible.. The hymns of the angels.. The warmth of melody.. The scent of parchment..the softness of silk.. I see you in the parades of death..to our sacrificed martyrs.. I see you in her braids..her voice.. The dance we had.. You're the beats of my cold heart.. I ask no forgiveness..but I seek inception.. A chance to start over.. To fall in love once more..
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Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
Divine..Not Divine:
-Dear God.. Can you hear my prayers.. Or will my words be swallowed in the snow.. I always feared suffering in your endless inferno.. I can almost hear the screams of the afterlife.. Torture is the ultimate cost of sin.. -To you..Mighty Zeus..I pray.. With trailes of blood and tears on my cheeks.. Your presence fills my lonely days.. Your crystal-draped whispers give me a hint of safety.. Hell is only temporary..eternal is Heaven.. Tartrus is the devine punishment.. To the ones who refuse submission.. And Hades..is the land of lost souls.. -Tell me..Great Odin.. Can you hear the agonized screams of your loyal slaves? Can you see them waging wars in your name? Raising the black flags of destruction? Or are you too busy sipping your precious nectar? Our silence is not the answer.. We shall ascend to your Asgard..We shall break your throne.. Remember..Great Odin.. Ragnarok approaches! Divinity is only temporary..eternal is Valhallah.. And injustice is a sin..punishable by death.. -Forgive me..Amun-Ra I fear the darkness that is you.. I kneel before your divine image.. I tremble at the sound of your voice.. Redeem me..of the evil that is you   From the wrath embracing my entity.. And reward me..with your resonating light.. Blood..is the cost of forgiveness.. -Dear God..hear me.. Whoever you are.. Whatever name you may hold.. I beseech your wisdom.. They see you in statues..in Heaven..in death.. I see you in the verses of the Bible.. The hymns of the angels.. The warmth of melody.. The scent of parchment..the softness of silk.. I see you in the parades of death..to our sacrificed martyrs.. I see you in her braids..her voice.. The dance we had.. You're the beats of my cold heart.. I ask no forgiveness..but I seek inception.. A chance to start over.. To fall in love once more..
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Thor, god of thunder Take your Mjolnir and defend me from my demons As you defended Asgard From Giants and all other evil Swing your hammer at my eternal foe May they die with your mighty swing And I, who needn’t lay low anymore Shall enjoy the blessings of the peaceful Spring
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Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 6:16 AM UTC
Thor
Seize me. Cease me. Sleepless fits, Nightmare fuel, endless rain. Grinding midnight bones, Like a demonic epilepsy, I am the sum of Pain. Netherworld, Asgard, Helheim I have roamed, Only to wait for you, from the Dreamscape, To come home.
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 8:11 PM UTC
No Sleep
Properly or improperly...connected, Wired...or rewired, Banded, disbanded or not, Augmented in a virtual reality; The world evolves from evening to morning, With miracles every sunup, Brilliant minds vending awesome, Of things never before seen, But are these...really? The ancients, haven't they? Surely extraterrestrial, Bifrost, Valhalla... Asgard?
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Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 7:13 PM UTC
ECHO. SEES. THEM.
Exhaustion and cold is what I feel As I climb the tree called Yggdrasil From Midgard to Asgard, here I go To visit Odin and learn what he knows A prophecy of future that’s about to be Covered in a shroud through which I cannot see
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Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 8:43 AM UTC
Yggdrasil
A myth from the stars, With Mercury and Mars Had a beginning and end. Invented to mend, A broken dream, That’s bursting at the seam. From Greece, To Ireland. From Rome, To Iceland. Myths stretch on and on. Till the dawn, To the end. Myths will send, A feeling of joy. Back when people were barbaric, And myths were generic. Thor and Asgard ruled them all, But set them up to fall. For the day came of Armageddon. The gods didn’t know where they were heading. Most of them died and others ran away. Who would have a say whether it’s real or not. All fought, And all lost. Where everything was frost. The world ended just so it could begin. Are the myths real? No one will know.
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC
The Tails Of Falsehood
Never once was the power just mine, but the fellows and positivity of our oidins                 realm that lingers before us. The people of Asgard were the battery that powered every aspect that battled            the insecurities of faulting races. My sons thought that objects were there         strength, but it was always with the                                  confides of each other. Power is within never externally pondering. Within my last ventures my children will              find a strength that builds walls against              the onslaught of what collects against us. Never falter my  kin of old,              let us breath new life within the realms that have lost hope, for lightening can strike twice. "*When the hammer shall fall, even though broke                   nothing shall waver the brotherhood forged*"
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Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 5:22 PM UTC
Odin's Gift That Strikes Twice
You were making the weather, I think when you found me alone, all tethered in sinuous seaweeds You had brought the sky inside with you. What else could you do? Damascus steel, your snarl Hard, beautiful, sharp, distinct. An art. You let the rain have your heart, for a moment, didn't you? What else could you do? Your footsteps are music that I can't quite hear But your face is a season of songs--lyrics screamed at God. Tear me from my torpor, please, no matter the violence. What else could you do? Distance means more than one thing, I suppose; and separation Of land. Of daring. Of intent and of want. List holy places and honey their names... Eden, Asgard, Avalon, Camelot, Elysium (Aluminum! Linoleum!) I'd settle for Akron if you'd meet me there, or Butte, even. Your eyes buzz and hum or retreat and freeze over and I? I follow their lead when I see them. I can do nothing other. Whenever I wander, I think of your shape or the shape of your thinking. I can do nothing other. This, then, is a prayer now. I pray with your name, which I'm always whispering. I can do nothing other.
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Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC
"Holy Word" is a 7th Level Cleric Spell
It was in the basement The place where greatness is made Or where kids go to play games And tell their parents their avatar is running So it counts as exercise. But it was the basement of a holy place. Although something unholy was about to take place. One of the kids challenged me to one-on-one. It was like King of the Hill. Except I was not King This was not a Hill But we had a basketball hoop. And I accepted the challenge. He went left. I was still there. He went right. I was the shadow that refused to leave him. He took a step forward I took two steps to cut him off. Then we looked at each other. I was looking into what I never was Speed I never had. Dribble I never wanted. Shot I never claimed. He was viewing with horror at what he would inevitably be. Defense he would need to have. Basketball I.Q he would need to fall back on. A mouth full of outdated punchlines he would still laugh at. Older folk trying to prove that he could hang with the youth. He jumped. And I readied myself And jumped as high as I could. Almost as high as I did in my youth I can’t remember jumping this high. This height is uncomfortable. But if I could time it right. I got my hand on the ball. Silly youth, showing the ball early. But we bumped into each other. And I started to go down. Mount Olympus has been overthrown. Asgard has been overwhelmed. There is no wall for Humpty-Dumpty to fall off of. Because the King himself has tumbled from the hill. I came down and the ball flew over my hand. But he came down on two feet. Stunned. This was not the last time he would be blocked But this was the last time I was blocking him. I decided to retire right there. Next time we play ball we can shoot basketballs into undersized hoops. Because I am sure my shot is still there. While his is yet to be developed. And I don’t have to worry about being put on my backside.
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Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
Asgard has been overwhelmed.
It was in the basement The place where greatness is made Or where kids go to play games And tell their parents their avatar is running So it counts as exercise. But it was the basement of a holy place. Although something unholy was about to take place. One of the kids challenged me to one-on-one. It was like King of the Hill. Except I was not King This was not a Hill But we had a basketball hoop. And I accepted the challenge. He went left. I was still there. He went right. I was the shadow that refused to leave him. He took a step forward I took two steps to cut him off. Then we looked at each other. I was looking into what I never was Speed I never had. Dribble I never wanted. Shot I never claimed. He was viewing with horror at what he would inevitably be. Defense he would need to have. Basketball I.Q he would need to fall back on. A mouth full of outdated punchlines he would still laugh at. Older folk trying to prove that he could hang with the youth. He jumped. And I readied myself And jumped as high as I could. Almost as high as I did in my youth I can’t remember jumping this high. This height is uncomfortable. But if I could time it right. I got my hand on the ball. Silly youth, showing the ball early. But we bumped into each other. And I started to go down. Mount Olympus has been overthrown. Asgard has been overwhelmed. There is no wall for Humpty-Dumpty to fall off of. Because the King himself has tumbled from the hill. I came down and the ball flew over my hand. But he came down on two feet. Stunned. This was not the last time he would be blocked But this was the last time I was blocking him. I decided to retire right there. Next time we play ball we can shoot basketballs into undersized hoops. Because I am sure my shot is still there. While his is yet to be developed. And I don’t have to worry about being put on my backside.
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lieve me say you know nothing of the way things work, as elements of all things working together, y'know, As God, in Asgard, possibly dependent on POV he, God Almighty. speaks, he says, shhhh, wait here and see.
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Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC
What shall ye be