#Memorial Day Year 2021:

For many years around this time. I would reopen the Memory Scars of the the USMC and Vietnam in the late 1960s. Scrape out some of the Black Dried Blood. Then mix it with the milk of a lost soul, deep in Karma's Debt.

And dip my quill in this now reconstructed Bard's ink. Writing bitter words and bloody memories, for SummerLands sake and the hope they could make a better world.

Yet at some point even the most Stubborn Druid and Scribe of SummerLands, must accept the words, only fall on Blind eyes, Deaf ears, or powerless Souls and Hearts.

So this year I will only say, at some point in this life or another. Karma will fall hard on the Rich and Powerful, that have drank of so many peoples Blood, Pain and Deaths, like it was a cheap wine, while waxing fat on the profits of Their Useless Wars.

TDK

The River Now

Just floating on the River Now.

Watching the Just-Gone-By.

Some say the Water's come from the Moutain Zen.

And when you reach the River's End.

Nothing is really Wet or Dry.

Just the Memories of your own.

Sweet By and By.

TDK.

Copyright George King 2021.

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Dead men walking.

 

No one talking.

Life is gone.

But it goes on.

2020 poor as a rock.

Unless you own stock.

But soon all will fall.

Farmers will eat.

Bloody streets will compete.

For the scraps beneath their feet.

The world will dress in bodybags.

A few will survive in tattered rags.

No one left to slave for Bankers coin.

But a rusty can of food will buy any kiss tonight.

What is coming can not change.

Keep your seed dry and close at hand.

For if food and bullets will be the only demand.

Visions of the Prophet to this broken land.

12222020 TDK.

DEATH WATCH 2020:

December, 8, 2020 3:00AM

Besides my many other problems today. I stood the Death Watch, tried and true tonight. Our little Black Angel of 20 + years old, crossed from in my arms to the great Catnip Rainbow and now can play again with her family she so long out-lived.

As a USMC Vietnam 1960s Vet and a cat and dog cartaker, almost my whole life. Death knows me well, and comes by to chat, far too often, even for us being very old friends.

Still having watched, a Stone Hearted Warrior, try to relearn to cry in the 70s and beyound. He still gets a twinkle in his eye when he see a tear in mine.

And often whispers in my ear, Druid you have come back, a long long way on the hard road.

You are almost a true Human again.

Almost, TDK.

MUD RED ROADS TO HELL.

 

So who did you kill, so long ago, in the 60s or 70s.

Where there was rain and mud but never snow.

Do their faces come back to you still, so late at night.

Or still wakeup now and and then, with the shakes, sweats,  and suppressed scream. 

Before you realize it was just a Memories Dream.

USMC Vietnam, 1960s

TDK.

Postscript:

Up all night, finally took a ibuprofen, this morning and Dr. Cat sleep on me.

As often comes winter, my mind and soul, if I have one still, return to Vietnam, as it was a deadly time for us. And those oh so young men, I often shareded c rations with the nights before,  so full of hope about going home died before my eyes. Yes they went home, or at least little bits and pieces we scrapped up were supposed to. And the Red mud roads to hell, ate well.

TDK,  Scribe and reluctant Sky Pilot of Summerlands.

How to be Thankful

 

Listen with a Blind persons ears.

See with a Deft persons eyes.

Love with a lost Pets heart.

Walk ike always on thin ice.

Give like you were once a Begger.

Die like there is another life.

TDK

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Last Dream

 Should I die and never wake.

Please, my pagan soul to Summelands take.

And of my body plant a tree or make ashes and feed the sea.

If the law does allow, my head you may keep.

And of it, make a night light to help you sleep.

Let the spiders, their home do make.

Add when I vist, their webs will shake.

Of sweet life, you my love, are all I miss.

But with the winds, your sweet I face kiss.

And when you come to Summerlands too, have not care.

For once again the warm cup of love we shall share.

TDK

10-21-2020 copyrighted George King