Spider of War

Oh what a Deadly Web we weave.

When War on other Nations we Conceive.

In this possible War, both are Spider and are Fly!

Nothing is gained but to die!

Moon Rising

TDK

Note USA planning to attack Syrian Nation September. 09, 2013

Ghost of my past: Written Black long ago dried blood.

Gun in hand the Soulless Soldier walks in a far off and very ancient land.

Watching so many die, yet not a tear ever comes to his eye.

Smiling he knows we are all just Cannon Fodder in Hell's Deep Fry.

Yet somehow he is of the few that made it home.

His Soul re woven on Fates bloody loom.

To become a reluctant Druid Sky Pilot for SummerLand's Home.

The Druid King

Copyright November 1, 2012 George King

World War Three

WWIII

And the chamber spins round and round.

Will it land one the Magic round.

When at last the trigger is pulled.

 With much Brivido and great Fear.

Then the Roulette of Death comes blasting out the other ear.

TDK

Winter's Vet. Written in faded Red White and Blue ink.

He walks slowly down the dark and frozen street.
The only sound is ice and snow cracking beneath his cold tired feet.

 He looks up and down every ally, hoping for a warmer place to sleep.

In the great country there is no place that he can call his keep.

 If you were to take the time to look close you'd see that he is neither young nor old.

Not so many years ago ago he wore the countries uniform and oh looked so bold.

 In combat he used to call down his nations Hell Fire.

While before the Wars he sang in the local church choir.

 But today these skills and not even worth a dime.

Still he is to proud to beg or turn to crime.

 Deep inside he feels tonight little of the winter cold.

As his mind has slipped back into his Wars so old.

 Across the world in jungles and deserts so hot and wet or dry.

Where in his bloody memories he wishes it had been him out there to die.

 Why was it the kids so young and still wet behind their ears.

Yet by useless Wars made killers far beyond their years.

 Yes when he came home all the people this time said they did their best.

Still at home there are no jobs for him or so many of the rest.

 Profits today are made not by a strong young man's back or even skill.

Ship the work overseas where its done for pennies on the hour still.

 Bonuses for Banker's will make this Christmas merry.

Their campaign gifts a politician's reelection sure to carry.

 So of Winter's Vet nor you or I, are really anyone in powers worry.

At last he sees a soup kitchen run by another Vet and smells sweet hot Curry.

Dedicated to all the Vets of all the Wars and their families that suffer with them.

Often harder at the Yule time of Winter's year. May the Solstice Sun bring us all a better year.

 The Druid King

Copy Right December 21, 2011 by George King (Another Vet from forgotten Wars)

A Black Christmas

Seems I am Dreaming of WW3.
Where no one left is Nutron free.

... And the dust of death blows over the Worlds leafless Trees.
Where there is no clear water, food or any Bees

Tears are gone and the living gnaw the bones of the dead.
.No longer can mankind grow its daily bread.

The Rich are under ground safe in their stone bed.
We one the surface now real zombies, a living dead.

Where unspoken we all say, we could have Voted and changed the Way.
This dream does not have to come true, you still may have another Day.

But NOT MANY,!
OPPUCY THE VOTE
Support OWS
Stop endless WARS for Big Banks!!!

The Druid King

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Drones

Our Drones are falling from the Sky.

Oh fleshless wings of robot Eye.

With each crash the 99% give out a deep sigh.

As our tax dollars keep falling in the foreign sky.

Where its jobs at home we need the heavens to drop.

Not soulless Robots in wasted Wars at millions a pop.

 

The Druid King

Copy write December, 13, 2011 George King

I meet the Devil the other day: Written in Dirty Teabag Brown Ink

I meet the Devil the other day, said he was on his way, to help his favorite politicians Play.

I ask him why he cared so much about who runs things up here Today.

So he tells that when jobs are gone and fear is on, there is a better market for his Dope.

And people will sell both body and soul or go to war for so little when there is no Hope.

 Because I have both Fear and Hate running most that claim to control God's Gate.

But you Druids and your Heathen , Pagan friends are just to hard to Bait.

And then he says with a smile to Damn Bad you P.H.D.s get to Vote.

Dedicated to all that fight evil and try to keep Life's boat Afloat.

 

With their Magick,  unending Voices and their Vote.

The Druid King.

Copyright August 22, 2011

 

Flashbacks Boom Boom Boom: written in Dried Blood Black Ink.

Flashbacks Boom Boom Boom: written in Dried Blood Black Ink.

Boom Boom Boom        Shit, Oh hell what a Night.

Boom Boom Boom        Closer now, wonder If we'll live to see the Light.

Boom Boom Boom       Oh my God Oh my God we're gonna Die!
Boom Boom Boom       Dam you stop it Johnny, Marines don't Cry.

Boom Boom Boom      Dam it to hell we stand and Fight.

Boom Boom Boom     Oh Fucking Shit this is a dying Night.

Boom Boom Boom     Oh God Oh God the PAIN help I'm Hit!

Boom Boom Boom     Shit Dam it Johnny you're covered in Blood were's my Kit!

Boom boom boom       Dam it won't that fucking sound never go Away.

Boom boom boom      Oh it's you Hi Johnny how are we doing Today?

Boom boom boom     Oh God is it really you, shit it hurts hurts Man!
Boom boom boom     Here Johnny your free now, just take my Hand.

Boom boom boom     Oh Oh what the hell the pain the pain it's it's gone, gone Away.
Boom boom boom    Oh God sweet Jesus Sir Sir I'm ready to fight Today!

Boom boom boom    At ease Johnny there is no more fighting left to be Done.

Bomb bomb bomb    Oh Oh you really really mean we finally Won.

Boom boom boom    Hell man where am I, shit why why are you so Old.
Boom boom boom    Dam its so bright here, shit why am I  so fucking Cold.

Boom boom boom    boom boom boom ,the sound war slowly fads Away.

                                   Sit down with me Johnny I have quite the tale to tell Today.

It was so many years ago that mortar fell, killing most of you that awful Night.

Ripped your body bad. My God you were, O such a horrible Sight.

You'll died so quick I could but watch as the blood flowed that Day.

Funny you say now I am so old, for me it just tore my Soul Away!

I live the living dead of all of us that from wars were able to walk Away.

It's been years, and your are Dead, in SummerLand uh call it Heaven lets Say.

Your wounds were great, they came to late, to take your soul that Day.

So here you rested and was rebuild except your pain would not go Away.

That's where my Blessing and my Curse are brought here and put into Play.

Without a Soul I travel light, the time was right so holding your hand I drew all the pain Away.

Johnny you are well and whole again, they tell me you will soon reborn, this time with a Twin.

Now I must leave sweet SummerLand, as still I breath, till I am needed and Flashbacks call me Home again.

Echo's of a long lost war soon return again, boom boom boom

The Druid King

Dedicated to All the young men, women and victims of all the Wars that gave so much, for so little and were forgotten so soon.

Copywrite July 16, 2011  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.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 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.