#Memorial Day Year 2021:

For many years around this time. I would reopen the Memory Scars of the the USMC and Vietnam in the late 1960s. Scrape out some of the Black Dried Blood. Then mix it with the milk of a lost soul, deep in Karma's Debt.

And dip my quill in this now reconstructed Bard's ink. Writing bitter words and bloody memories, for SummerLands sake and the hope they could make a better world.

Yet at some point even the most Stubborn Druid and Scribe of SummerLands, must accept the words, only fall on Blind eyes, Deaf ears, or powerless Souls and Hearts.

So this year I will only say, at some point in this life or another. Karma will fall hard on the Rich and Powerful, that have drank of so many peoples Blood, Pain and Deaths, like it was a cheap wine, while waxing fat on the profits of Their Useless Wars.

TDK

The River Now

Just floating on the River Now.

Watching the Just-Gone-By.

Some say the Water's come from the Moutain Zen.

And when you reach the River's End.

Nothing is really Wet or Dry.

Just the Memories of your own.

Sweet By and By.

TDK.

Copyright George King 2021.

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Dead men walking.

 

No one talking.

Life is gone.

But it goes on.

2020 poor as a rock.

Unless you own stock.

But soon all will fall.

Farmers will eat.

Bloody streets will compete.

For the scraps beneath their feet.

The world will dress in bodybags.

A few will survive in tattered rags.

No one left to slave for Bankers coin.

But a rusty can of food will buy any kiss tonight.

What is coming can not change.

Keep your seed dry and close at hand.

For if food and bullets will be the only demand.

Visions of the Prophet to this broken land.

12222020 TDK.

DEATH WATCH 2020:

December, 8, 2020 3:00AM

Besides my many other problems today. I stood the Death Watch, tried and true tonight. Our little Black Angel of 20 + years old, crossed from in my arms to the great Catnip Rainbow and now can play again with her family she so long out-lived.

As a USMC Vietnam 1960s Vet and a cat and dog cartaker, almost my whole life. Death knows me well, and comes by to chat, far too often, even for us being very old friends.

Still having watched, a Stone Hearted Warrior, try to relearn to cry in the 70s and beyound. He still gets a twinkle in his eye when he see a tear in mine.

And often whispers in my ear, Druid you have come back, a long long way on the hard road.

You are almost a true Human again.

Almost, TDK.

MUD RED ROADS TO HELL.

 

So who did you kill, so long ago, in the 60s or 70s.

Where there was rain and mud but never snow.

Do their faces come back to you still, so late at night.

Or still wakeup now and and then, with the shakes, sweats,  and suppressed scream. 

Before you realize it was just a Memories Dream.

USMC Vietnam, 1960s

TDK.

Postscript:

Up all night, finally took a ibuprofen, this morning and Dr. Cat sleep on me.

As often comes winter, my mind and soul, if I have one still, return to Vietnam, as it was a deadly time for us. And those oh so young men, I often shareded c rations with the nights before,  so full of hope about going home died before my eyes. Yes they went home, or at least little bits and pieces we scrapped up were supposed to. And the Red mud roads to hell, ate well.

TDK,  Scribe and reluctant Sky Pilot of Summerlands.

How to be Thankful

 

Listen with a Blind persons ears.

See with a Deft persons eyes.

Love with a lost Pets heart.

Walk ike always on thin ice.

Give like you were once a Begger.

Die like there is another life.

TDK

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Last Dream

 Should I die and never wake.

Please, my pagan soul to Summelands take.

And of my body plant a tree or make ashes and feed the sea.

If the law does allow, my head you may keep.

And of it, make a night light to help you sleep.

Let the spiders, their home do make.

Add when I vist, their webs will shake.

Of sweet life, you my love, are all I miss.

But with the winds, your sweet I face kiss.

And when you come to Summerlands too, have not care.

For once again the warm cup of love we shall share.

TDK

10-21-2020 copyrighted George King

Our New Tribes

The Monarch of the Glen 1851by Sir Edwin Landseer.

"I am the Deer from the Woods.

I am the Science from the Fire.

I am the One that makes the Old Ways New.

And our New Ways that will become Old."

TDK

Copyright George King 01-02-2017

Part of a very odd dream of the forming of so many new tribes in our societies to survive the coming storms.

A Ship with a Broken Bottle

Image by kai kalhh from Pixabay

I sit like a Ship with a Broken Bottle and Cry.

For those who made me, never let me touch the Sky.

Or ever ever taste the Sea.

But to just sit on the Mantel and Pretty be.

And now life, like a Maschives Cat, has broken my Bottle.

And those that once sang my Praise and Admired me.

Have into the trash Launched me to Be.

On my Own, All Alone.

Soon to Sail into mysteries, that no Ship would ever want to see.

TDK


Copyright George King 06/08/2019

Memories, Vietnam in 1960,s.

A SS razor blade taped between your dog tags as the last resort.

A colt 45, never far from reach, locked and loaded under your head every night.

Its barrel with a touch of rust from tasting in on two many dark nights, as a quick way out.

An M14 to heavy to carry for months on end with the Radio and spare batteries, in the heat that seemed like it would never end.

Red clay mud everywhere worms in the water and your gut. Quinine every day to hide the truth of what was in your Blood.

A silent goodbye to your friends each time you or they went into the field. No, you never expected to see each other again this side of Hell or Summerlands.

Memories, so many deaths so far away, yet so close, like flies around a hot cup of hell.

TDK.

Blessings

To all our Friends, Bruised and Battered.
Torn or Tattered.
Sick or Poor.
Confused or Lost.

May the coming days be better.
Your Heart and Soul be Light.
Your step, strong and sure.
Your cup and cupboard be full.

Blessing from the Druids.
TDK

Do Warriors Cry?

Image by Roland Nikrandt from Pixabay

March 30, 2017 ·

When we were young, we trained not to cry but to fight and die.

Then we went to war and saw so many many die.

And we were forced to ask why oh why.

How in our harden heart we wished we could cry.

It took years as a 'Druid Sky Pilot' to relearn to cry.

Yet, it is still hard but I know bloody why.

When you kill your humanity for the Dark Side.

Go to War, glad to fight, without a care of who is right.

But live to come back and walk in the light.

Deep in your heart and soul, it is still forever night.

TDK (c) George King 03302017

World Without Sin.

Hello, Darkness my old friend.

Come to cloth the World in Velvet and hid its sins.

But soon the Sun will rise and show the ugly truth once again.

A truth the Rich refuse to see.

And one the Poor forgot, does not have to be.

Working from Cradle to the Grave, but for a mouth of melting snow.

While the tables of the Rich continue to overflow.

Yet both the Poor and the Rich must surely die.

And for one, there is a very special HELL, I can not deny.

TDK.

copyright 10-25-2018 (except image). George King

On Wings of Light

The Wheel goes round and round.
And if it stops, I am down.

For I am a simple Dragon's Fly on Wings of Light.
In search of Dark Demons, whose Death I invite.

Yet, as sure as Day must surrender to Night.
Winter comes and ends my Magic Flight.

And I surrender my little Soul, back to my Goddess for Her Delight.

TDK.

Copyright George King November 11, 2017

Dream Research Project:
In a Dream, Astral, or Summerlands, did you ever hear someone say
"The Wheel goes round and round.
And if it stops, I am down." ? 

Cannon Fodder

Image from Pivabay.com

I have seen Torture and I have seen Rain.

I have seen Death and people in great Pain.

Plus the Lies of War's horrible Campaigns.

It's always the Poor that die while the Rich drink Champaign.

If there is no Money to Gain, there is no War in the Game.

But even at home, we are just Cannon Fodder all the same.

TDK

Memorial Day 2017

Wars.

Sights, Death, and Deeds done and undone, stained in the blood of others.

Comes to mind on dark lonely nights and rides never ending waves of anger from across a deep sea, that no one really ever comes home from.


Druid's Blessing to you all that have been there or had to love those that were.

TDK

The Oldest Road

Old Jewish Cemetery (Czech Republic)

"From Soul to Skin.

And Skin to Soul.

Makes no difference number of feet or feather.

All that Breath this old road must go.

But take back with you, our Love to Summer's Lands.

Await our return for this is surer than the Sun.

For time is Quicksilver and none can hold it tight in their hand.

And soon we all will love and run again.

As aways was the plan.

Man or Beast we are of Mother's Clan."

Be Blessed - TDK

Red Honey

The secret of living forever is very hard to find.

Eating Red Honey is one way that comes to mind.

Made by Vampire Bees that only come out at night.

When the Blood Flower Bloom's in the pale Moon's Light

So if you hear a loud buzz depth in the woods at night.

And the Moon above cast flying shadows in its pale light.

Do not move or you may be the Vampire Bees Dinner Delight.

TDK

Copyright 01-24-2017 by George King

Death

Flesh to dust.

Bone to Stone.

Don't need the shell.

I am a Druid and never alone.

TDK

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Our New Tribes

 

I am the Deer from the Woods.

I am the Science from the Fire.

I am the One that makes the Old Ways New.

And our New Ways that will become Old.

TDK"

Part of a very odd dream of the forming of so many new tribes in our societies to survive the coming storms.

Copyright George King 01-02-2017 (Note photo is not covered by copyright, it is in public domain).