Do Warriors Cry?

Image by Roland Nikrandt from Pixabay

March 30, 2017 ·

When we were young, we trained not to cry but to fight and die.

Then we went to war and saw so many many die.

And we were forced to ask why oh why.

How in our harden heart we wished we could cry.

It took years as a 'Druid Sky Pilot' to relearn to cry.

Yet, it is still hard but I know bloody why.

When you kill your humanity for the Dark Side.

Go to War, glad to fight, without a care of who is right.

But live to come back and walk in the light.

Deep in your heart and soul, it is still forever night.

TDK (c) George King 03302017

World Without Sin.

Hello, Darkness my old friend.

Come to cloth the World in Velvet and hid its sins.

But soon the Sun will rise and show the ugly truth once again.

A truth the Rich refuse to see.

And one the Poor forgot, does not have to be.

Working from Cradle to the Grave, but for a mouth of melting snow.

While the tables of the Rich continue to overflow.

Yet both the Poor and the Rich must surely die.

And for one, there is a very special HELL, I can not deny.

TDK.

copyright 10-25-2018 (except image). George King

On Wings of Light

The Wheel goes round and round.
And if it stops, I am down.

For I am a simple Dragon's Fly on Wings of Light.
In search of Dark Demons, whose Death I invite.

Yet, as sure as Day must surrender to Night.
Winter comes and ends my Magic Flight.

And I surrender my little Soul, back to my Goddess for Her Delight.

TDK.

Copyright George King November 11, 2017

Dream Research Project:
In a Dream, Astral, or Summerlands, did you ever hear someone say
"The Wheel goes round and round.
And if it stops, I am down." ? 

Cannon Fodder

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I have seen Torture and I have seen Rain.

I have seen Death and people in great Pain.

Plus the Lies of War's horrible Campaigns.

It's always the Poor that die while the Rich drink Champaign.

If there is no Money to Gain, there is no War in the Game.

But even at home, we are just Cannon Fodder all the same.

TDK

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