by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
autumn, imagery, love, perspective, romance, sad,
Autumn rains and fall breezes
In a park of empty benches and red leaves
Somber moods and downcast skies
Not a soul to ask at all the whys
She saw him
He saw her
As both rushed from nowhere to there
They glanced at each other but did not bother to stare
So both benches remained lonely an empty
As cold as the winter’s oncoming snow
Love that may have sparked, sadly a no show
The odds where against, it was one in twenty
Love is a fickle force
She was twenty he an older Norse
Autumn tears and weary clouds
For what was not, now would never be
Thus this November brings out the sadness in me.
by Frankii Fame |
Categories:
beauty,
The Norse goddess also known for war
is a feminine charm of love, beauty, death.
riding in with her chariot; bright and beautiful.
The Brisingamen proud around her neck;
atop a boar -- Frejya shines like gold.
by Nick Armbrister Jimmy Boom Semtex |
Categories:
gothic, joy, music, song,
NORWAY
Sat here in my flat I think of Norway,
of all the places I’ve seen there and the bands –
names to chill your blood.
To my Norse gothic bands I’ve seen here in England –
better than all the rest, my secret.
How I love it and can’t get enough of them.
When will my last gig be here?
Norway and your music, I love you very much.