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. 

Autumn's Cool

Ah

Autumn's Cool has finally come to our Ley

Winter Queen sings softly as she begins to hold sway.

Yet for me much work lies ahead with each cool day.

The Veil thins yet on practical I must focus and stay the way

While the Old oness come and whisper memories of long ago yesterday.

Moon Rising in the Fog.

TDK

The Storm and the Ley.

The Storm howl's in across the bay.
Strong Wind blows down road and Ley.

Shouting Shouting everywhere its been.
Dancing with Fae dJinn and Other-Kin.

Now whispers it will be back for me and we will travel the World's great Ley
When I am but ash and blowing dust on a dark  gray winter's day.

Moon Rising
TDK

Chips of stone along the Ley.

Oh what tales they could tell of the Cole-Mens way.

I walk the Ley and still carry the two stone blades of Night and Day.
And tho I am old, I  still seek the lost keys to the henge of yesterday.

I know the Druid's secret of the Egg.
But have not found it yet.
So bits and pieces of knowledge from the Gods I still must beg.

I speak and teach of what few alive have ever known.
For what I share comes not from books but from bone.

That our Art is both Black and White.
As is Day and is Night.

Of the well I try and share how deep it really is.
Yet find the Acorns are left twisting in my words rhyme.

From hence we came, so few remember or accept.
So this we leave under the deep stones of our step.

A secret untold is not a lie, I do behold.
For Druid's honor owes no boon to any soul.
And better ears then of those today have been made of stone.

Soon Sun is here so I must go as I walk alone the Ley.

TDK / The Druid King

Copyright  2013 George King

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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.
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Daily Forecasts, Faery Finder and Magickal Things.

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Samhain and the Ley, written in falling leaves and Fairy Weave.

All along the Ley.

The Ghost on Samhain shall come out to play.

Once again to ride its straight and Narrow way.

Yet few today will ever see this magick sight.

For lost of hidden vision is but part of modern Druid's plight.

Most know not  even of the Cole-Men and the great Ley

Or ever wonder why they were cut long long yesterday.

What knowledge and power did ancient Druids have to command.

Or why of it all, we now have only straight lines cut in the land.

So many where made, yet they point no special way.

Many run hither dither seems every witch's way.

Yet all are were laser straight and cuts of the true Ley.

 So if you see me walking down a road, that really does not seem to have a way.

Laughing and talking like a mad man to what appears to be an empty day

Worry not of this old Druid, who has just come to play,  joining his many old friends from Yesterday.


TDK / The Druid King

Copyright  2013 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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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.

Kiss of Curse written in Druid's Verse

For those Druids on the Ley
To do a Curse is normal as the Day.

For is not a Curse but a Selective Blessing in disguise.
To give instant Karma is the Druid secret of the wise.

Seldom will a Curse ever truly right the wrong.
But Druid's Rosc is such a bitter and sweet song.

A Bard with Skill Heart and the Art may cast such a charm.
With proper Time and in Rhyme, yes it will do great harm.

So with Staff in hand, we cast The Ravens Feast
And by our will do release, the great Dark Beast.

TDK

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

Poem on the back of an old envelope.

Memories like the waves lapping the shores of Now.

From far across the the mystic seas of Time.

All returning on this one magical Night.

From the hidden lands, that are never Bright.

To remind us of why and who we Are.

The Magick that came from a distant Star.

And yes we have been timid and we have been Bold.

We have been young and we have been Old.

We have been many a lost Soul's Lover.

We have put many a Soul under grass's Cover.

But if the truth tonight is really to be Told.

We have always been the Druids of Old.

That first came to free this Sacred Land.

From the Forever Curse Winter's frozen Hand.

Then slowly merged into the Blood of every local Clan.

And yes we all called by many a different Name.

But in us all, the seed of the First Oak remands the Same.

So if you seek to walk and know our Ley.

Perhaps we will meet some night along its misty Way.

TDK  /  The Druid King

Copyright George King May 7, 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

Druid Child written in the milk of Oimelc's ink

Let bars of Iron not bind its mind to be another Man Cow.

Or touch the burning brand of Adam to its Shining Brow
.
So few are born like it with the Third Eye.

Goddesses Ceridwen's special gift, the Awen of Why.

Be it born a She or He the Druid Soul carieth not a Jot.

For it is not the sex that has cast this special child"s sacred Lot.

But in its Blood there is an invisible third stand of cosmic DNA.

The Ancient Oak's hidden Gift to the Druid's Soul Way.

And with it, a Child is born in the knowledge of the Ley.

This rare blood carries special kinship to all that's wild or pagus still alive Today.

To it Awen flows down from the ancient and sacred Oak that Groves.

Only in the far off lost lands of the Fae.

Where they guard its ancient life each Night to Day.

Through all five seasons of the mystic Dark and Light.

From those on Earth born to the ancient evil Way.

Yet still rule over man, even to this very modern Day.

Their goal to cut down this Ancient and sacred Oak.

And of its wood, finish Humanities final Yoke.

To gain ultimate power for them there is no other Way.

Still as long a Druid child is born and remembers ancient Ley.

A blind and lost Humanity will remain somewhat free for another Day.




If this tale rings deep in the well of mind for You.

Doubt not its flash of strange but sweet Awen.

As Goddess Ceridwen has blessed your tongue with just a drop or Two.

And she need not to give reference to old Men with Silk and Bordered Robes
.
That used the wood from our sacred Groves to feed the fires of their Roman Globes.


The Druid King

Copyrite George King February 22, 2013

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.

Awen of the Night Traid 001 Walking the Ley

If this life is not the your first to have walked with inter sight.

Do not walk alone on the Ley in blue and late of night.

For the deep dark memories it will whisper are sure to give reality a flight.

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!
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 Blue of Night: Written in the Blue blood of the Picts

As I walked the Ley twas the deep dark blue of night.

One could almost feel the ancient Picts coming out again to fight.

It seems like only yesterday, ten thousand years ago.

In blue of night, with Flint and Fire oh how the blood did flow.

Those poor Blue Souls so many lost in battles ancient show.

Come now again to fight, as they really have no other place to go.

It was so long, long ago, when I still wore my callings white.

Staff of fire, Magi and Master of the blue and bloody night.

All races feared whence I came.

For War and Pestilence were my fame.

Even the mighty Fae gave me pass.

And in time of War my aid did ask.

We who plotted and first cut the Ley.

Letting Earth's Magick bleed into the land of day.

So deep were our crimes , even the Gods had to turn away.

But first they cursed us, to have to return, in a far and distant day.

To stand and fight one righteous battle for Pagus and the land.

Against even a greater returning evil, that which had created Man.

The Druid King

Dedicated to the ancient Cole-Man of the Ley.
May this time our Sins be put away.

Copyright George King May 9, 2012

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And Yes it the Smell of coming evil that's blowing in the Wind.

Yes Sisters and Brothers there is a way: Written in rattle snake brown ink.

I met a Deadly Snake the other day.
On a path of which there was no other way.

His rattles warned me he was standing his ground
That it was I who must now turn around.

The path was narrow and I have traveled long.
And from the way I had come he seemed to belong.

I stood still like the stone, staff in hand but did not use its power to command.
Like my self this snake belongs to and has equal claim to the land.

We stared intent at each other for a time.
Each talking the others measure before a crime.

At last his rattles he lay to rest .
Slithered across my feet while to frozen my heart did its best.

And then he turned, his tongue darting an looked back at me.
In my mind I hear him say, yes it is possible peace to be.
With respect and patience we can share the way you see.

Suddenly of dust and Sunlight Sparking like fire a dJinn rose from its hidden bed.

Slowly becoming a flaming form, smiled and said in words my ears heard and not my head.

Old Druid friend I see you are still wise, even now in this long since reborn.

When so many have lost the knowledge of old true ways but not you little acorn.

Oh Bless the old Gods of our ancient Ley
Some still remember and follow the old way.

Peace and Properer little Brother of our Ancient OAK.
For you have learned that fear is but humanities enslaving yoke.

The Druid King

Dedicated to all that walk the ancient way of the Ley.
And understand that yes life does come another day.

Copyright George King May 1, 2012

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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

Old Ways, written in Brown Acorn Ink.

Sometimes the Old Ways still play my Song.

The Woods I have walked have been Dark and Long

With only The Oak to keep my old old Soul Strong.

 Still it is these Ancient Woods that I have and do Belong

Walking under the Moon so often alone, along the Ley

 Spreading the Acorns for the Druids that will come another Day

 Now that I have found you again Life is easy and my Moon forever Full

 Till at last to Sweet SummerLand we give in,  our home and  its eternal Pull

 Dedicated to Janice Scott-Reeder my Sun and Moon and Love.

The Druid King.

Copyright 03-03-2012 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