Bells on the Ley

I walk alone the darken Ley

Bells gently ringing my sacred Way.

Just me Stars and Silver Moon.

Both Candles and Lover to whom I Swoon.

Come Morning to most it is just a Road.

Yet to Druid it is part of our ancient Code.

Scars we left so deep in the Dragon's Land.

From our times before that of modern Man.

When Druid and Fae broke the Ice to free the Way.

Little did we see the Hell that Earth would become Today.

With great Power we burned through the Frozen Rock and Clay

But with love of Earth that Man has lost in centuries of Moral Decay.

And now most Druii are gone with First Forest and all Fae.

For those Druid left we are but Shadow Ghost of lost Yesterday.

Still each morn we call the Sun and it comes again.

Till last when we are none and Darkest Evil will have Won.

TDK / The Druid King



Copyright George King October 10, 2014

Runic year 2264. 

The Druid

Like the Oak we change the land . 

Roots deep that never sleep.

Making Soil where there was sand.

Body reaching for the Stars.

Till Lighting or Age bring us down.

Yet from root or Acorn we do another round.

Squirrel Bird and even Man.

They come and go like shadows across the land.

Yet Sun - Moon - Rain and Snow.

These better than most we understand.

And We, the Fae - with the Gods, will be back.

Sans Glamour  -  to reclaim our Land.





Penned in Runic Era 2264


Moon Rising

Babel Risen


TDK / The Druid King



Copyright George King October 02, 2014 

Mystery of the Fae.

Just a few hours before the roster crows, the old Druid at last back, makes his way.

Tess time of the Full Close Moon and night was a bright as many a day.

A smile had crossed his lips as he blew his second immortal Lady a kiss along the Ley.

For each night he must go to the Alter Stones and feed the Demon stray.

They guard the hidden portal to land of the other way.

Out of which each night come the Swarms that only the High Druidess can see.

Or he with his hidden secret tech of the day.

But now he is home and Green and Gold vertical slit eyes shine with joy.

He is back, back, in a strange language they all seem to say.

Old body tired he almost falls as tails twist and block his way.

Chuckling to himself for in his mind he is still young and nimble as the wind.

Not like this body of old driftwood that across to many distant seas has been.

From a pocket on in his oh so worn clothes, he take out a small stone picked up, on the not quite Ley

It is cold to touch even in this hot night, I am special it seems to say.

Holding it up and with a sigh. I swear by Air, Land and Sea.

The Fae did not leave us as all believe, but have turned.

And now it's Cats that they all truly appear to be.

Moon Rising

TDK / The Druid King

Copyright George King July 22, 2013

To know the Ley, written in chipped stone the Cole-Men way.

I would love to lay beside an ancient Ley.

Sun up to Sun up for the whole of a day.

First at its Northern terminating Stones.
Hugging close to Mother Earth's, hard exposed Bones.

Next at its magick center, the sighting pool.

Drinking Dragon’s blood, tapped by man's so simple tool.

At last to rest by the Southerner terminating Stones.

Pondering the true meaning, of all  Nature's quite Moans.

Each day dreaming of the Cole-Men that cut this Ley.

Each night dreaming of the lost secrets, the Druid's hid along its Way.

And once returned, I would not be the man, I was of Yesterday.

For in two World's I would now live, bloods brother to the Fae.

TDK / The Druid King

Copyright George King March 24, 2013

A Druid's Walk, written in the dust of Time.

As I walk I draw power from the way of the Ley.

I listen to spirit of the First Oak in the Land of the Fae.

I feel Gala's pregnant heart beat beneath my feet each Day.

Yet I answer only to my Over-Soul for what I may do or Say.

For I am a Druid and follow only the ancient Adder's Way.

TDK / The Druid King

Copy rite George King March, 10 2013

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Blessing and Moon Rising

The Biting of Pots

Oh how I hate the biting of pots as first my morning draws.

Consciousness holding on, only the barest of its tiny clawing paws

Head is pounding and water dripping from sore eyes.

Damn to think its not from a long night of riding oh so sweet thighs.

Oh how I hate the biting of pots.

Yet this is an honorable task that must be done by one kin.

As we have no slaves or bonded servants here at our very humble little Druid's inn.

Now loudly the pots speak ,to remind of tasty blessings, that last night were within.

And of the strange pleasures they offer of a secret Smithy’s Zen.

As one caresses their slick and sometimes shiny metal skin.

Still I know that even after a long night of soak.

That burn in food from cooking over the fire will be harder than an Oak.

Yet now at last this biting task by me must be done.

Before the blessing of clan's next meal is begun.

So now I bite into this wet and dripping  task.

Till each metal friend is clean and shining as if made of glass.

Our's  may be but a clan of very few.

Unless the Familiars and the Fae count as true.

Then there are the wild things from across the shallow woods.

That come to the inn each night to beg a crust of its sweet goods.

Even small and ever old, the clan does its best to run a good and honest inn.

Were the old Gods and Goddesses are always welcomed to descend.

And lift a horn with our Ancient Druids that are still their only true kin.

And when Night gives to Sun the biting of pots will surely start again.

The Druid King

Awen of the Night Traid 004 Third Sight.

To see that which is always unseen.

To see that which is hidden in between.

To see that the Ley is the way of the Fae.

The Druid King


Copyright June 13, 2012 George King

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

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

http://returntosummerland.blogspot.com Obituaries 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!

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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.

Odin's Visit: Written in ink of Cosmic Blue White Ice

I had a visit from old God Odin the other day.

Just dropped by to let me known he still felt Druids were ok.

Still he said that some had taken the white a little to lilyfied in their modern way.

And wished more still had Fire in their Staffs like the Cole-Men Druids of yesterday.

Then he ask can you still fight that which is coming this way?

Now that you stand alone without the help of the dJinn or the Fae.

Or will you shatter and turn to dust like dolls of unfired clay?

When this ancient evil once again blows your way.

Sadly I had to say, there all still some of true Oak that will stay the Ley.

But you know without all the Old Gods help, the dJinn and the Fae.

We that remain no longer have the power to focus the Ley.

Humanity will surely fall for there is no other way.

And as he turned to fly away

This was what I heard him say.

Train well and fight hard with Thor this soon coming day.

If need be, die proud like a Druid of old in the Odin's way.

The Druid King

Copyright May 11, 2012 George King

And yes that is the smell of evil blowing in the Cosmic wind.


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You can often find me at www.facebook.com/cosmicsalamander,www.cosmicsalamder.comor 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 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