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

Our New Tribes

The Monarch of the Glen 1851by Sir Edwin Landseer.

"I am the Deer from the Woods.

I am the Science from the Fire.

I am the One that makes the Old Ways New.

And our New Ways that will become Old."

TDK

Copyright George King 01-02-2017

Part of a very odd dream of the forming of so many new tribes in our societies to survive the coming storms.

A Ship with a Broken Bottle

Image by kai kalhh from Pixabay

I sit like a Ship with a Broken Bottle and Cry.

For those who made me, never let me touch the Sky.

Or ever ever taste the Sea.

But to just sit on the Mantel and Pretty be.

And now life, like a Maschives Cat, has broken my Bottle.

And those that once sang my Praise and Admired me.

Have into the trash Launched me to Be.

On my Own, All Alone.

Soon to Sail into mysteries, that no Ship would ever want to see.

TDK


Copyright George King 06/08/2019

Memories, Vietnam in 1960,s.

A SS razor blade taped between your dog tags as the last resort.

A colt 45, never far from reach, locked and loaded under your head every night.

Its barrel with a touch of rust from tasting in on two many dark nights, as a quick way out.

An M14 to heavy to carry for months on end with the Radio and spare batteries, in the heat that seemed like it would never end.

Red clay mud everywhere worms in the water and your gut. Quinine every day to hide the truth of what was in your Blood.

A silent goodbye to your friends each time you or they went into the field. No, you never expected to see each other again this side of Hell or Summerlands.

Memories, so many deaths so far away, yet so close, like flies around a hot cup of hell.

TDK.