Waning with the Moon: In stone cold ink

Sadly after reading thousands of lines of Facebook and other Social networks comments on the field of Druids and its many branches and twigs and leaves.

I find myself in a strange seemly GMO created forest, that is nothing like what resonates with my Oversoul or the Ancient Tree as I know it.

Yes there is wisdom, kindness, and caring among the many strange creatures I have meet.  Pretty Bells, nice Robes, and even a bit of Civis goodness scattered round. But what of the Adder and the Ley of the Cole-Men and of the first.

I find a Wolf or two an honored Bard here and there.  Yes these are of old Druid Blue.

But the keeper of the Egg has  not been found,  and the Moot but a hole in the ground. Perhaps a Pool for all to sit round.

I know these words to all almost make no rhyme
And the death of the last Bard is a old old crime.

But Summer is here
And yet winter comes.

The Four Ill Winds Blow
Baking Sun and Freezing snow.

So if you find me missing more.
Just look to the Moon.

The Portal of Time
Henge Key to the Rhyme

The Dark ones here.
The Druids are out of Time.

Bring Clan close
Close the Door

Spell the Mist
And perhaps we will meet in evermore.

The Druid King
Walker of the Ley

Now but a simple Adder
Washed ashore by the seas of Time.

Tower Babel is rebuild
But few to Climb
Or put hand to the Hilt.

Bury the Hearth Stone
In the Dark Quilt.

Should you see the Old Druid
That walks with a tilt

Smile, look quick away.
For the life of a Slave
Gets to live another day.

Worry not if this seems in Code
Stand on the Dolmens Node

Its just Raw Awen in Imbas True.




TDK

(c) George King

Tales of "The UnScrew Fairy"

The Fairy (USF) that makes every unscrew and fall apart in your life pockets or home.


Todays Three-fer !


As I was trying to set a drink from reused water bottle. I keep the cap on so I do not have to kiss cat lips. 

1) So as I unscrewed it my USF causes the bight yellow cap to drop and it goes bouncing across the floor.

2) I bend over to retrieve it and boom off fly my glasses.

3) Cat goes after the bouncing cap just in time for glasses to land on his head, freaks and runs off wearing my glasses.

Meanwhile there is the pearl of tinkling silver bells as mu USF gets a really good laugh at his Three-fer !!!

(c) George King
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TDK / The Druid King

Copyright George King May 14, 2013

Poem on the back of an old envelope.

Memories like the waves lapping the shores of Now.

From far across the the mystic seas of Time.

All returning on this one magical Night.

From the hidden lands, that are never Bright.

To remind us of why and who we Are.

The Magick that came from a distant Star.

And yes we have been timid and we have been Bold.

We have been young and we have been Old.

We have been many a lost Soul's Lover.

We have put many a Soul under grass's Cover.

But if the truth tonight is really to be Told.

We have always been the Druids of Old.

That first came to free this Sacred Land.

From the Forever Curse Winter's frozen Hand.

Then slowly merged into the Blood of every local Clan.

And yes we all called by many a different Name.

But in us all, the seed of the First Oak remands the Same.

So if you seek to walk and know our Ley.

Perhaps we will meet some night along its misty Way.

TDK  /  The Druid King

Copyright George King May 7, 2013