Dear Friends

May your Dreams be Sweet.

And old friends Meet.

Till Summerlands your Soul does Keep.

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

Rachel Aliene Corrie

Some are Born with a Druid's Soul. Even if of it they are never told.

Today I honor just such a Druid Lady. Let her Life on the Line for dear sweet old Palestine.

Rachel Aliene Corrie we will not forget you, may Summerrland praise your name.

You stood for Right with Death in sight, your are Truly a Druids Knight!

TDK / The Druid King

Awen from the Well.

When most empty it rings like a Bell.

Much like people that are noisily as Hell.

Yet it works both Day and all of the Night

In Summer's fire and Winter's cold Light

But just like People its most useful if turned Upright

My Soul's little Cauldron of hidden Delight.

Remember the Poesy!

TDK / The Druid King

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Blessing and Moon Rising

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

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Blessing and Moon Rising

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

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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

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

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Just a year before the end of the world.

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