The Well of Time

When one looks into the Well of Time.

Its waters are dark and bitter with tannin and brine.


Yet the fossils of truth and wisdom can be found.

Encased in history long ago gone to ground.


One must seek with both a open mind and heart.

For like the Future reading the past is a Prophets Art.

TDK


(c) George King August 18, 2013

Of Groves and Grasshoppers

Groves Wax and wane with the the Weather and the Rain.

but if old growth has water and good roots

What is lost will soon have new shoots.

To kiss the Sun and  breath the Moon

And the Druids and Gods too, will return soon.

Moon Rising

TDK

(c) George King Aug 14, 2013

Pagan childs prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep

Pray the demons my Soul don't keep

But if I wake after I die.

Do not bury me

or my ghost will spit in your eye.

TDK

(c) August 10, 2013

Shadows along the Ley.

Another Druid poem. Perhaps its riptides will take you out to the Sea of Awen.

The shadows fall long in the darkness of the night.
Because behind you there still is yet a Ray of ancient light.

Into them you slowly walk down the Ley.
While the sands of time pour out a another Day.

It is quite and very cold  to  heart and soul along the Ley.
For a hundred thousand years you have walked this secret lonely way.

Leaving so many bodies turned dust and of bone of Stone.
Still none of them them, could ever really claim you for their own.

And once again you walk the the hard hurt lands of the Druid's Ley.
The World beckons with flashing lights and glamor of a modern Day

But for the Dark Druid  skinwalker, the Ley is his only home and to our kind offers so much  more.
Pausing  again to  listen to the eternal Seas of the of Time whispering as they crest upon its magick shore.

Over and over they cry out. You are Adder, you are Back, You are with Us, You are Ours Evermore.

Poem of Taliessin: translated by Edward Celtic Davies

"I am a Druid; I am an architect; I am a prophet; I am a serpent" (Adder)

TDK

(c) George King 2013

Cursing Rosc Prayer

The Bards Word Slayer

THe Mind and the Will.
The Bow and its Quiver

What we think is our arrow, be it Good be it Bad
This is why as people are always so Sad.

So at a low level we are all cursing or blessing all the time.
Thoughts are Power often unbuild yet in the House of Rhyme.

But for Cursing and Blessing a class I do teach.

But only for Silver and to most out of reach.

Tomorrow and the Cauldron of Vision

I can understand  how our ancient Druid and Druidess Seers, fáidh, gweledydd, vates felt.

As they turned over the Cauldrons of Vision, swearing to never look again. Old Roman was at the forest edge. New Roman is at the whole World's edge now!

Tomorrow

All the Trains quit running and the Bridges fell Down.

Most of the People were Dead and even the Buzzards were not around

Rich Men burned money to stay warm in the Towers of the Sky.

A hundred stories was to much to descend so none came down to see their great Sin.

The Power was the last to go as what few still living workers just sad hell No.

All the Bankers had been cooked on the spit after GMOs were proven to cause the epidemic Zombie fit.

Some said as they roasted the rat, Druids and Witches survived, hidden in deep woods guarded by a giant Cat.

But no Gas for cars was to be found, the only thing in abundance was Death spread across the Ground.

Once a week the Drones would fly by. Somewhere hidden Government watched from the
Sky.

Little water was fit to drink,, rain from chemtrails eat through ever the sink.

But why should we worry why should we cry. After all we were born to just die.

TDK

(c) George King August 4, 2013

Naila and Wood

Nails in Wood hang round the neck.

Mark of Slave to lies so old.

To hide the Truth they Burned the Witched and the Bold.

For those that known it but pervious Gods Lives.

That that they stole.

To create myth and chains in Gold.

And sell insurance against Hell's Hole.

TDK