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

Shade's Kiss

In the rusting of the Leaves

In the bending of the Boughs

In the mix of Shadow's Light

Or twinkle of Stars Bright

I am haunted with Delight

Though soon I may  just Be

A beeze upon your check

If you wish to Kiss Me

Its in your Heart where you should Seek.



For all those that seek their loved ones in SummerLands.

Yes there is live after Life.

TDK / The Druid King

Copyright George King 08-09-15

The Dead

Gede we were and soon all be .

Flesh to dust Bones to Stone.

Ride the Wind be never Alone.

TDK

Stain The Ground

A Nation that "In Guns We Trust"

Soon turn all Neighbors but to Dust.

Now in their World All Alone.

No left to hear their Sadness and their Moan"

TDK / The Druid King

(c) George King 2014

Love is a Living Altar that never Dies even when the body does.

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said " it's me."

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew...
In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
and say "good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.

Be patient, live your journey out...then come home to be with me.

Author ~ Sammie Klaehn

Even a a Druid and Quill of Summer's Lands I still shed a Tear for So many Familiars and paws friends I was loved and they have crossed over.

TDK / The Druid King

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SummerLand Cycle

When Silver cord has returned to Gold.

Death's Black Winter breather has blow so cold.


Nothing here but shell and Ghost.

For Soul has returned to its Host.


Cry not for what you have lost.

But sight with joy as eternal life has paid the cost.


Soul has recharged once again.

Life in Summers Land does begin.


Till its time to dive back into new skin.

To charge the Soul once again.


TDK

Bury your Dead.written in Tears of Love

                                                    

Bury your Dead.

For the Worms, lay down a sweet bed.

Or of used Flesh and Bone feed the Fire instead.

Mourn not for them or of death shutter with Fear.

For of what you laid down they are not here.

But now Dance in Summers Land Healthy with Cheer.

And as Tears that come and stain sweet cheek.

Oh how of SummerLand they wish they could give you a Peek.

Loved ones are not lost but of Death we feel sorrow and Cross.

Not for them but of our own Loss.

Yet soon this Mortal Shell we all must Toss.

TDK / The Druid King 

(c) George King 2013

Copyright  2013 George King

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You can often find me at :
www.facebook.com/cosmicsalamander
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Or at our Physical Center The Cosmic Salamander,
 5631 NW 77ct, Coconut Creek,
Florida, 33073, USA
954-698-6926 Fax 954-6989-706

Both Janice and I are available for Psychic reading, other Magick works, writing assignments and even creating new inventions or sharing some of our for you or your company to patent and sell.

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 profets 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.

Names

I have been called so many along Life's eternal Way.

Quill of Summer's land and the Dead.

Bard of the Ley and Mystic Way.

Dark Druid of Death by the Fae.

Good Friend True Oak along life's Way.

Enemy from hell, worst than Pictish Blue

Moon's Lover of the Night

Sun's caller to bring the Bright.

None were Wrong and all were Right

But am just an Adder lost in Time.

Would reopen the Henge and  the Portal but can not remember the Rhyme.

So Die I must and turn to Dust.

But Lust of life will bring me back Again.

For being Immortal is my Sin.

TDK / The Druid King

Copyright  2013 George King

***** Please*****

 Be a Lover or a Friend and click on one of the Blogs ads please! I am out of work and can use the pennies it generates!

*****Please*****

The Druid King / George King
You can often find me at :
www.facebook.com/cosmicsalamander
,www.cosmicsalamder.com

Or at our Physical Center The Cosmic Salamander,
 5631 NW 77ct, Coconut Creek,
Florida, 33073, USA
954-698-6926 Fax 954-6989-706

Both Janice and I are available for Psychic reading, other Magick works, writing assignments and even creating new inventions or sharing some of our for you or your company to patent and sell.

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 profets 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.

The Buffer Zone, where loved ones meet!

A real class in how the real and Astral Words work!

By our guest chief instructor Janice Scott-Reeder.

The Buffer Zone, where loved ones meet

http://janicescottreeder.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-buffer-zone-where-loved-ones-meet.html

Ghost of my past: Written Black long ago dried blood.

Gun in hand the Soulless Soldier walks in a far off and very ancient land.

Watching so many die, yet not a tear ever comes to his eye.

Smiling he knows we are all just Cannon Fodder in Hell's Deep Fry.

Yet somehow he is of the few that made it home.

His Soul re woven on Fates bloody loom.

To become a reluctant Druid Sky Pilot for SummerLand's Home.

The Druid King

Copyright November 1, 2012 George King

Death in two lines.

The Shades of Hell dance before the Bell.

 And when it rings there is nothing left to tell. 

The Druid King

Copyright Oct 13, 2012 George King 

Shooting Star: Written in the Heavens Fiery Red Passions ink.

To Janice.

 Life is but a Shooting Star. So I burn brightly as across the heavens as I streak.

And upon my death feed the sweet earth beneath our feet.

And if by chance a fair maidens true wish upon me, I have choose to keep.

 Among the Stars reborn again both you I shall surly meet.

 For true love is the oxygen of both man and stars you see.

Feeding the fires of passion in our hearts to forge its scared key.

Once forged in the Stars now and forever you shall be with me.

 The Druid King

Life is a Rocking Horse.

You are put in the saddle trembling with fear, the Soul's eyes tight shut.

You grab hold and ride with all your mite, as your soul from heaven is freshly cut.

Up and Down Up and Down you ride with your imagination as you travel in this amazing place.

So beautiful, so strange, so exhilarating and this thing love oh so frightening is often the case.

When at last life's road comes to an end, SummerLand calls to you and your horse, now wore so tried and thin.

You tumble off and open your true souls eyes only to find you are where your started, refreshed and ready to mount again.

The Druid King

Copy right George King December 17, 2011

The Day The Music Cried: Written in Green and Red ink.

The Day The Music Cried: Written in Green and Red ink.

It was a solemn  day across the world  and even the Moon.

The whole world had come to bury their loved ones in their final Tomb.

Great Nations had millions of coffins that were  filled and ready on that awful Day.

Huge Mountains they would make when covered in, grass. On top at the Moon, the new Wolfs would Bay.  

Many others cursed this plague of death and burned their loved  in mass fires that filled the whole Sky.

But most could not bear to see their loved ones hurt so in Green and Silver  coffins they would said their final Goodby.

With pomp and great ceremony the UN's Premier would lay the final one to Rest.

Satellites sent the pictures world wide and as the world watched, all knew it was for the Best.  

Now the shining golden shovel, flag draped, was handed to a frail widow oh so Proud.

She was the last US President and as she accepted it a great cheer went through the Crowd.

It was The Day The Music Cried!

It was the Day the US Dollar Died!

The Druid King

Copyright August 4, 2011 George King

The Dark Lord and the Red Star written in Midnight Black Ink

The Dark Lord and the Red Star written in Midnight Black Ink

You gather your children is gleaming  armor from sea to shining Sea

To serve The Red Star, oh of them all, you are so proud to Be.

While at home for many, little food, drink or any care there is to See.

For all the realm's coin is spent serving the Red Star, surly justice there must Be.

Now far away on distant shores, your Sons and Daughters dance with with the Dark Lord for a Turn.

Till at last he gives them his sweet kiss, then back flag draped they return in an Urn.

So of the precious fruit from your thighs, that you all so willing you Gave. 

Now with Parade, Pomp and false pride you send to the Grave.

While all along the Red Star, Mars or War said to be his Name.

And the Dark Lord, King of Death, your children plan to Claim.

The Dark Lord and Red Star toast each other in of cups of young blood and drink to the Game.

Laughing at your so pompous and false pride, as really you should be hanging your heads in Shame.

Yes it is true that only our Lady Fate, rolls the Dark Lord's deadly Dice.

But in the game of War it's only your children's blood that must always pay the Price.

The Druid King

Dedicated to  the Young that the Old always send to the, Just and Noble Wars, there by keeping the Dark  Lord and Red Start entertained.  As always Greed  drives these Wars, lead by the Rich but Insane.  Still  take small comfort in the fact that "Death only Hurts the Living."  TDK

Copyright August 2, 2011 George king