The Ley of the Land: written in the ink of the ancient first Firs

I walk down the Ley like I did in the days of old.
The last of the Cole-Men as history has foretold.

Yet still I track true to the Ley
You could say I walk the straight line.

Taking the pulse along Mothers hurt vein.

Without the Dragon's breath, I feel the great pain

Still  I stay to the Ley and retake the Ley of the land,
Even as it breaks my heart this total destruction I understand.

At every Cross-Ley, New Rome in Mother's heart a stake did lay.
Blocking the Dragons breath in each direction of its sacred way.

This new Civis man has killed the Leys and poisoned the line.

Lost are the ancient Trackways that stretched back through time.

Now Churches and petro pumps stand on the Folks Moot
But then there is no Druid to take the toll of the folks vote.

There are no Cole-men to clean and survey the line.
In New Rome to carry a Cole-Staff is a high crime.

This new man no longer follows the Druid's lost tribe.
But worships cold steel, concert, and Silver the bribe

He is no longer a child of our sweet Earth
Nor the proud and honest son of our Sun

Even the Moon looks down upon him with a silver tear.
For of the Pagus heart beat there is none left that can hear.

Ask not why the soul of Humanity is in such a de-Ley

Still plagued with endless wars and can not find its way.

But ask the old and new Romans that killed straight of the Ley

And caused all the old Druids to follow the Fae.

Dedicated to my old friend Alfred Watkins 1855-1935 a great Man with a Druid's Heart

The Druid King

Copyright George King 03-27-2012

Dream Catcher: Written In Silver Orb Weaver ink.

The Orb Weaver with her silver web cast so high.
Fishes only at night in the winds of the mystic sky.

Seen by few shimmering In the silent Silver Moonlight.

May your own dream catcher be like this Magick Orb.

Stopping any evil dreams that chose to come your way.

 But letting the Starlight keep all your dreams happy and gay.

 The Druid King

 Copyright George King 03-21-2012

 

 

Moon Seeds: Written in Shimmering Silver Ink.

In the ancient and sacred woods late in the full of night.
I stand in a small clearing with the Moon overhead so bright.

This hidden place know but to few is called only the Moon's child.

I a lone lover of the ancient Oak have come completely free of guile.

Here the wind whispers and moans in its secret and seductive way.

Now through my hair its cold invisible hands slowly caress and play.

I look up at the Moon in ecstasy and slowly my clothes began to fall away.
Dropping to the ground like old leaves as I become the Green man for a day.

Till Sky Clad and Reborn I stand a new born child and yet a man.
For now I have taken the Soul and Spirt of the Green in hand.

As the wind like a Lover touches me in the Moon light everywhere.
Sweetly leaving unkissed not even a single spot or small hair.

Till at last with a deep and sudden gasp the scared seeds fall upon this fertile ground.
Renewing again with the silver blood our vows and for another year we are bound.

My sweet Lady Gaia, my Mother, My Lover and My Guide.
And tonight with the passage of the seed again she is my Bride.

The Druid King

Copyright 03-21-2011 George King

Memories lost in Stone.

Of Gargoyles that were once your own.

It was to odd fly across the Great Pond, and walk the streets so old where in this life I had never been.

Yet these old places cry out to me, in a secret and psychic voice.

Old friend old friend, you're back at last and you still know us oh rejoice rejoice.

And as so many ancient memories all at once begin, to call to me across the seas of time.

Soon the tears well up in the eyes, as I stare at what others can not see.

Oh Goddess, dear friends did I even live long enough back then say goodbye?

Then my local guide turns and looks at me oh so queer.

Wondering why would this stranger looking at these old stones seem to cry.

 

The Druid King

Thinking of days a few years ago in Munich when I had a real job.

Copyright 03-15-2012 George King

Lost Child: Written in ink of tears and sweet memories.

I came Born knowing I was what I always had been and what I am.

But not understating how the family was not nor could ever be  like me.

Or what the labels were, for those like me lost roots of the Ancient Oak Tree.

At a very young and tender age, I started to show the knowledge of a Sage.

Always trying to fix a thing with my lost powers of an ancient Mage.

Slowly I began to understand that my parents were not of my true clan.

 So with them I shared my vision so childlike ancient and Pagus wild

 Only to find each day my words brought on to me a bitter and new trial.

 Where always I was found guilty and branded not his but the Devil's child.

Almost every day I relearned the crack of leather, the pain and blood running down my back.

Still somehow they loved me in the only ways they could. Mother prayed every day that I would be good.

Sweet Goddess she suffered more then I ever could, a strong back but kind and fragile soul.

Hers way so sweet, so tender not like mine made of the hard wood of old.

I too small to protect her but with tears and cries of a small child's pain.

My Magick long lost and all my efforts nothing but a bane.

Till at last this curse I choose to accept, it was my curse my lesson and my task.

To care for these blind poor souls until to their heaven they go at last..

So with wit and wisdom from the lost and long dead past.

To teach I tried to this my new tribe that into I was cast.

I even closed the Portal in my heart that was my only way to the future or the past.

Put out my psychic sight so among the blind I would no longer be the outcast.

But is hard for a stone in one life time to become a tree.

They were clay stones and of my true path they could never see.

Then In the Fire, Blood and Fear that was the Vietnam, the old ways called back to me.

Now you understand Man Child they said, what you are and what you must yet be.

The roots of Gala's Pagus life as they drank so many young men's blood whispered each night back to me.

You know you are meant to die here fighting against these local people that only want to be free.

But we will not allow that so watch so many others die and then a true Sky Pilot you shall be.

We will sent you back across the great sea. To plant the ancient acorns and regrow our great Tree.

The Druid King

Blessed are the children as they hold the seeds of the future in their small hands.

Copyright 03-15-2012 George King

The Round Tailed Alligator begs: Written in Brown Tabby colored ink.

My little girl is such a pill.

She just takes me for her shill.

How can I deny her a second meal

Those sad sweet eyes and cat appeal.

Her soft little voice saying more meat please.

On my heart strings she does squeeze.

Here take my share darling if you please.

I will eat the rice when I get off my knees.

The Druid King

Dedicated to all that have so little yet share so much with the four legged ones.

Copyright 03-09-2012 George King

The Druid King

Scrying with the Black Oak

Oh ancient Black Mirror upon my wall.

Of this World you show me nothing at all.

 Yet in your magick face I see the in between.

The hidden World that to most is never seen.

 And to me your visions are always true.

The ways of the future that will come due.

 For scrying is a dark and dangerous art.

Not for those of the New Faith or faint of heart.

 On your surface this world's light does fall.

Only to come out in some dark Hell's hall.

 All I know is that for sure, in your eye is a portal to the mind.

And with your help the spirts of the netherworld I call and bind.

 By Candle Book and Bell the Magick words I do tell.

With Blade and Blood in the circle of salt I have cast my spell.

 Come forth my little pretties from your frozen hell.

Do my bidding and in my service you may dwell

For I am the dark Oak that walkith among man always in the white cloak

Master from the Dark Deep Woods and upon my soul is no King or God's Yoke.

 The Druid King

Copyright 03-07-2012 George King

Old Ways, written in Brown Acorn Ink.

Sometimes the Old Ways still play my Song.

The Woods I have walked have been Dark and Long

With only The Oak to keep my old old Soul Strong.

 Still it is these Ancient Woods that I have and do Belong

Walking under the Moon so often alone, along the Ley

 Spreading the Acorns for the Druids that will come another Day

 Now that I have found you again Life is easy and my Moon forever Full

 Till at last to Sweet SummerLand we give in,  our home and  its eternal Pull

 Dedicated to Janice Scott-Reeder my Sun and Moon and Love.

The Druid King.

Copyright 03-03-2012 George King

I caught a Fish the other day.

It did not fight it did not play.

On the bank it sat to die without a say.

Someone came by and said throw in back its not fit to eat.

That's an American Sheeple you caught Pete.

The Druid King

Copyright 02-02-2012 George King

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Blog Roll

http://thedruidking.blogspot.comI post some of my views and research in the Pagus World

http://sourpearls.blogspot.comI post my Poems other with a small glimpse of SummerLand and the Pagus World from a Druid's point of view.

http://returntosummerland.blogspot.comObituaries for anyone's loved pets, just e-mail me it and I will post it.

http://inventorsangels.blogspot.com, Will soon be putting up projects that I need funding for that should both help the World and make profits for the investors!

http://projectfreetap.blogspot.com/2011/07/introduction-to-project-free-tap.html

Free Water for everyone that on the street and needs a drink, Project free Tap, please share and help



Here are some of Janice-Scott-Readers blogs too.

http://janicescottreeder.blogspot.com/The Old Druid's Spot

Daily Forecasts, Faery Finder and Magickal Things.

http://holomultiverses.blogspot.com/Janice's Holomultiverses What the holomultiverses are. I have been able to astral project since birth and some times, I project involuntarily to other worlds. Some are variations of this world. Some are completely alien worlds. This blog is an account of some of the worlds I have found myself in and logged their descriptions.