One of my specialties, the norse mythos, with that let us start off with something simple, two poems from the heart. Poem: Trickster by raxnae, 2 days, 21 hours ago Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse Trickster ...by Loki I Am the Trickster, both Sub-Human and Super-Human, Precursor to the Christ State, Shadow of the Collective Unconscious Mind, I Carry a Secret Within my Name, Self Remembrance the Game, Also a Fool, I'll be your Stool. I Throw Sunflower Seeds Over my Shoulder, Planting Wisdom for a Harvest of Gnosis, Following in the Footsteps of Everyone, Scouting Ahead for the Pack, I Am the Walker on the Wind, Traveler Between Worlds, My Words Bind or Set you Free, Golly Gee. I Am the Wolf Singing to the Moon, Calling Home to the Mystery, Even Transfiguration Won't Erase me, Still I'll Remain, I Dance in the Sunlight, Enjoying the Light of Day, From the Heart, I Make my Start. I Swing to the Rhythm, Rocking Boats Sinking Ships, Remember the Name, There is None to Blame, I Am your Constant Companion, the Raven of Dreams, Seek Me When the Time Has Come, We'll Have Lots of Fun. Author's Notes: This poem has a pattern scheme in it, which is rare for this freeverse poet. It is basically describing the Trickster archetype, nothing much else to say. Poem: The Wanderer by raxnae, 5 days, 15 hours ago Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse The Wanderer ...by Loki How Long have I Traveled, Charting Course through many Lifetimes, I Emerge from Yggdrasil, Always Forgetting the Past, Yet the Paths I Trek, Rewrite History, Fragmented Expressions, through a Glass Darkly. I am so Tired, yet it is not Physical Exhaustion that Burdens me, It is of the Spirit and Soul, Far Older than I can Remember, The Ravens of my Mind, the Wolves of my Heart, Walk in the Wind, Traversing the Depths. I see Myself Reflected in Everything, Person, Place, or Thing, And yet I am Nothing, a Lonely Universe of Myself, Looking in Vanities Mirror, I Shatter it and See Beyond, I Peer within the Void, and it All comes back. I Walk in the Shoes of Every Living Being, from the Tiniest Rock to the Cosmos itself, I Shadow Step around, My Empathy Encompasses the Whole, Feeling every Vibration, every Hope and Aspiration, Every Fear and Desolation, Overloaded to the Core. It is I who Wander through your Dream Halls, Ghost of many Faces, Yet I am Young and Vibrant, I Crave the Unseen Wonders, I Desire to Run up the Hills, See another Side of the Tree, Men who Knew what Stewards of the Earth meant, I long for my Native Roots. This World of Cold Machinery, Dogmatic Polarization, Apathy and Hate, Broken Love, The Child Within Smiles, Never Knowing when Last Keystroke Occurs, Forever Wandering, I am Alive. Author's Notes: This poem is describing Odin as his Wanderer aspect, applied to me a little personally. Describing one who feels both young and old, weary and vibrant, one who is stuck yet still manages to travel far and wide. Also describing the Many in One and One in Many.