Memorial Day 2017

Wars.

Sights, Death, and Deeds done and undone, stained in the blood of others.

Comes to mind on dark lonely nights and rides never ending waves of anger from across a deep sea, that no one really ever comes home from.


Druid's Blessing to you all that have been there or had to love those that were.

TDK

The Oldest Road

Old Jewish Cemetery (Czech Republic)

"From Soul to Skin.

And Skin to Soul.

Makes no difference number of feet or feather.

All that Breath this old road must go.

But take back with you, our Love to Summer's Lands.

Await our return for this is surer than the Sun.

For time is Quicksilver and none can hold it tight in their hand.

And soon we all will love and run again.

As aways was the plan.

Man or Beast we are of Mother's Clan."

Be Blessed - TDK

Red Honey

The secret of living forever is very hard to find.

Eating Red Honey is one way that comes to mind.

Made by Vampire Bees that only come out at night.

When the Blood Flower Bloom's in the pale Moon's Light

So if you hear a loud buzz depth in the woods at night.

And the Moon above cast flying shadows in its pale light.

Do not move or you may be the Vampire Bees Dinner Delight.

TDK

Copyright 01-24-2017 by George King

Death

Flesh to dust.

Bone to Stone.

Don't need the shell.

I am a Druid and never alone.

TDK

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Our New Tribes

 

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"

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

Copyright George King 01-02-2017 (Note photo is not covered by copyright, it is in public domain).

The Druid and the Ley

The Ley is our Brother

The Ley is our Sister

The Ley is the Vein of Mother Earth

The Ley is our Source of Dragon's Blood

The Ley is our True Way

The Ley is our unseen Lebor

The Druids are itsTranslator

The Druids are its Manifester

Blessed is the Ley

Blessed are the Druids

That follow its True Way

TDK

Ode to the Black Filled Pot.

Oh can it be, a warm cup left in younder Pot..

Mere Coffee it is not.

But Day's Recharge,.

For poor Knight Oh-sleep-alot.:

Silly Poem by George King


Copyright by George King 09-23-2016
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