Life

You don't often get all you want.

But you do get all you get.

So enjoy every little bit.

Because there is no refund on the kit.

TDK / The Druid King

Copyright 02-28-2014 George King

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

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

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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

The Wicker Women

Be very wary when the Wicker Women comes to Town.

Least they seize you in name of Crown.

Tying you to sacred wheel and Pyre

Weaving out your life with smoke and Fire

For perhaps of the King you have told.

An embarrassing joke much to Bold.

TDK/ The Druid King

Copy rite March 15, 2013

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Blessing and Moon Rising

Awen of the Night Traid 002 Life

At First you are Young


And then you are Old

It is in between that you must be Bold


The Druid King


Copyright May, 9, 2012 George King

P.S. 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!

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.

Tilting at Life's Windmills:

Once upon a time, a small group of souls were travelling through the old lands when they came upon an old Windmill still turning in the wind.
They watch it for a little while and at last they began to speak.

 First the Accountant said, I wonder if they got a good return on their investment, did they get a tax break?

 Then the Engineer said with a sneer. Hell an electric motor could do a better job any day..

 Quickly Once upon a time, a small group of souls were travelling through the old lands when they came upon an old Windmill still turning in the wind.the Environmentalist cried but its Green Technology and the Wind is Free.

 Baa Humbug the Politician said, Green is for the birds and nothing is really free. Give me good old Coal, as he smiled, thoughts of campaign donations filling his mind..

 Now Psychiatrist shaking his head spoke. I wonder if you are all crazy and just see your own Dragons turning in the wind.

 At last they all stared at the Burjo watchings the windmill slowly turn. Ok oh great Druid or Psychic Witch whatever you be. Pray tell us poor normal mortals here what the hell do you see?

 Laughing one soul said oh I bet he thinks he sees the Wind and great roar passed through the others.

 At last the Burjo said with a sad sigh. No man sees the wind, but by its actions we all know it is there.

 I see the Sun God, kissing the Goddess Earth and giving to us all, hidden blessing and power if we will only raise our sails and ride the Magick in the Wind.

 The Druid King

Copy Right 02-09-2012 George King

A Soulless Night: Written in Blood Black Ink

Did you ever walk on a black and soulless night?

Where the Stars never ever show their light.

Alone where nothing lives, except your mind.
And memories of your sad life, left so far behind.

All your dreams are now bitter drags of soured milk.
Never again will you touch another soul in sweet and sexy silk.

For now you have entered the land of endless guilt.

Walking alone in the ruins of the life you 'ave build.

The Gun is cold and taste so bitter as you hold it in your hand.
Is it the only way to leave this acursed land?

All of a sudden your body jerks and you are awake.
Giving blessing with every breath you take.

Dedicated to:

All fears, the broken dreams and unsaid screams that fill the shelves of the mind.

Also to Edgar Alan Poe whose blood black ink, stained a so very  very young mind.

The Druid King

Copy Right George King December 19, 2011

Just a year before the end of the world.

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