New Moon Night. Written in Black and Silver Moon Shine

Way off in the late of Night.

When the New Moon's Darkness shines so Bright.

There appears far away, a small and flickering Light.

Are there wild Druids in the deep woods Tonight?

Perhaps with the Fae they have come to dance and Delight.

It is said the old ones live in the trees and only come out on the Blackest Night.

Others swear they have seen them dancing and doing spell with the Witches in the Moon's full Light.

All I know is my hearth wishes I was young again dancing in the woods wild and sky clan. Till Sun brings back its Bright.

Love of Dark Love of Light be my Goddess and kiss me in the Astral this very night.

The Druid King

Copyright January 16, 2013 George King

Traids of The CAT 001, Mine

The Goddess said this is mine and I need not Share

The floor is mine and of course the Bed.

And if I get a chance I will even sit on your Head.


The Druid King

Copyright May, 9, 2012 George King



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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!
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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.

Memories lost in Stone.

Of Gargoyles that were once your own.

It was to odd fly across the Great Pond, and walk the streets so old where in this life I had never been.

Yet these old places cry out to me, in a secret and psychic voice.

Old friend old friend, you're back at last and you still know us oh rejoice rejoice.

And as so many ancient memories all at once begin, to call to me across the seas of time.

Soon the tears well up in the eyes, as I stare at what others can not see.

Oh Goddess, dear friends did I even live long enough back then say goodbye?

Then my local guide turns and looks at me oh so queer.

Wondering why would this stranger looking at these old stones seem to cry.

 

The Druid King

Thinking of days a few years ago in Munich when I had a real job.

Copyright 03-15-2012 George King

Pagus Heartbeat -Walking along the Local Ley in the Witching Switching Hour. 03-01-2012

Pagus Heartbeat

Have you ever noticed how sometimes on a late and quite night that the energy of the Ley almost seems asleep?

Or perhaps because of another calling, into the Earth the sacred stream has tunneled deep.

After all it is the work of our Pagus Goddess not that of Man that the Ley does keep.

And after Man has come and gone neither Goddess or the Ley I am sure will weep.

For Men has become the Poison of the Earth with so much destruction. Of its sacred care, we did not keep.

 So if you can, walk upon your local Ley and of the Pagus Earth and try to feel its heart beat.

 Sing the songs of times gone bye when in good faith, Men with Nature's ways, truly did keep.

 Perhaps then in the Ley our Souls may once again travel and the Goddess meet even if only as we sleep.

The Druid King

Copyright 03-01-2012 George King

Coffee is in the Cauldron, written in sparkling firelight red ink.

Coffee is in the Cauldron may we are share as Body and Soul we do bare. Here in the firelight of our hidden Hearthstone.

 Tribe and Family of our choice, .in perfect love and perfect trust. No ashamed of how we feel or even of our burning lust.

 For Body needs Body and Soul Needs Soul, as in our arms we each other hold. While in our magick, dance the Goddesses and Gods of forgotten times so old.

 They have come to our great circle from four corners of the earth. North West South and East each in love to join our feast.

 Wearing nothing but Earth Fire Air and Water as both Women Man Goddesses and Gods now all Sky Clad bee.

 As we the last of the Witches and Druids dance around the scared fire and our Ancient OAK Tree.

 The Druid King

 Copyright February 24, 2012 George King

The Soul's Alchemy: Written in Golden Blinding Hot Ink.

 

Passion is the Spark, that often lights the Soul's Fires.

As they flare up, the hot  flames engulfing our Desires.

Still we know, the flames of passion can not forever Last.

But it is what we choose to Forge, in this heated consuming Blast.

As we pour the Alchemic melt,  of true soul's gold into our lives hard shaped Mold.

The winds of life's lived adversity's  blow forever cold and with age we grow so Old .

Then comes the trip to SummerLand and this one live's Mold is forever Broken.

Releasing to our eternal Soul another hard earned and learned , Golden Token.

Till centuries later when the Soul's purse has become oh so full, that we can  pay the Goddess's creation Bill.

At last we too now join the Gods and Goddesses in the great  Forever Never with true and complete free Will.

The Druid King

Dedicated to our many and often painful lives and to let all know the Druids true Golden Goal.

Copyright August, 19, 2011 George King

Love's Change: Written in Silver Shimmering Ink.

 

The Sea gives its water to the Sky. The Sky Gives it to the Ground. Does the rain drops know that they may become a great Tree?

 

Do you know what you could become when you touch Me?

 

A frozen Heart of Ice is unchanging, a safe a thing of beauty, for all too See. 

 

But to love it must melt, for hot passion is it's only Key

 

Your heart is frozen, a bright Jewel of sparkling ice. I long to touch it with my fiery desires, but what would become of Thee.

 

You surly would melt in my arms, and when the steam of our passions was all gone, who or what would we Be?

 

We must both give up our self's to love's fiery transformation, that special Alchemy that makes gold from the Sea.

 

Or go  our separate ways, often looking back with a secret tear, never knowing what we gave up to fear, that day, so willingly.

 

The Druid King

 

Dedicated to all that dared to love and lose instead of being so safe but old and sorry.  The Goddess has surely touched your souls.

 

Copyright August,15, 2011 George King

 

 

 

The S.H. Master: Written in Black soft ink.

 

Hi My name is Mr. Bat.

I'm just a little Black Cat.

 

I was born with a really big set of Fangs.

So Mama called me Bat, boy that Hangs.

 

Because I never grew up and am so very very  Small.

I was afraid of everything, even a shadow in the Hall.

 

Then one night, the Goddess taught me the art of S.H. with her magick Ball.

Now I am a proud S.H. Master and  go everywhere with my tail held Tall.

 

So if you want to be a S.H. Master, get some Tuna and give me a Call.

If you pay in Tuna and ask the secret of S.H. really nice, I may teach it All.

 

We will meet outside under the Full Moon and our tails can Twist.

Then I will give you the Goddess kiss and teach you to Super Hiss.

 

Dedicated to Bat the little Black Cat, that knows it always taste better in the other Cat's  bowl.  I think he was the first Tea Bagger.

 

The Druid King

 

Copyright August 9, 2011 George King

The Goddess and Old Joe --- written in Sweet Hot Java Black Ink.

The Goddess and Old Joe  --- written in Sweet  Hot Java Black Ink.

I'm been walking down these old abandon railroad tracks, just feeling kinda Sad

Ben out of work and there's nothing left  but a little beans and rice in my old food  Bag.

But I knows where there's a sweet bubbling brook that I'll soon find on my Way.

My back's still strong and eyes are sharp, I'll find work some other Day.

Old Mama Moon she lights my nights, keeps me company, as we're both wanderers and in one place just cant  Stay.

Tonight when I stop, I'll cook my food it an old tin can and build a good fire to keep life's cold at Bay.

Our shoes may be thin of soul, but we owe no Man and in the woods are free to worship the old old Way.

You'll  be so full tonight my mama Moon and to Goddess,  we can all sing and  Pray.

Oh my! would you look at the old cross roads, some farmers truck has lost a sack of potatoes Today.

Boy it's more than I can use, but Goddess knows we should not waste any food, so I will carry it Away

Well I have reached the bubbling brook and oh surprise, my so good friends are all already Here.

There's brother Truth and sister Charity, cousin Hope and  can that be uncle Faith setting down a keg of Beer.

Oh what a feast there will be tonight as around a great fire  we open completely  our hearts to Share

So tomorrow with father Sun  and no fear, we must start our journeys anew, as we travel in the Goddess's Care. 

So if you see me along life's road yell out, Hi there Brother Joe, and I will know, you are family of the Goddess  and old bother Joe.

And when you sip, you will known, that where there's Joe, soon Faith, Hope, Charity and Truth are sure to Show.

The Druid King

Dedicated to the  simple little bean that with the Goddess help gets us all through each day.

Copyright July 26, 2011 George king