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 Apr 15
Daniel Tucker
We try to relay
what we see
or seem to see
through the
smudged
frosted
or
fogged-up
windows
or
casements
between us

Seeing what we
see or seem
to see may
seem
delightful
or
troubling
at
times

but it's
all about
the inclination
of
wanting
and even
needing
to
see
the
truth

or truths
of what we all are
deep down inside
and trying to
at least be
a piece of the
puzzle
that can
aid the
receptive
listener
or reader
in
seeing

a bit more
of who they are
and who we are
in the picture
of our lives
and in the
wider picture
of life
and
living
in
a
volatile
and
complex
world

We need to keep
 testing the waters
 and acclimate.
Copyright©2025 Daniel Tucker

communication has been great on HP! it brings world's together.
and, of course, this includes true friends in our personal lives.
strength to hold us up in
mind, spirit, and beyond.
 Apr 12
Traveler
My moment hangs on
solid as stone..
I’ve been here for ages
an anchor in the flow..
A **** of ice
that never breaks free..
A signal moment
in my eternal history.
I’ll never move on
because in this moment
I’m free!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
 Apr 9
Daniel Tucker
Trapped in flesh encasing the soul
wrapped in cancerous crust
residue of empty     fleeting oppressive
carnal thoughts and pleasures

Slowly bound as a fly in a web 
Small grains of poison neverending droplets of rain    
harmless attractions
Unseen the process
clearly seen the results

Many of these to be trapped in
many pleasures build houses
of pain     many webs    much poison    and a lot of rain

Many days become many
years    What is out of sight
still weakens spirit and mind
All experienced in the body
the flesh imprisoning the soul

Trapped in this flesh encasing the soul
a chrysalis in putrid
cancerous crust
SUDDENLY birthed as a New Creation of
spirit and mind made whole
Not perfect       but whole

Escaping as a fly from the ensnaring web
one grain of sand     small compared to mountain
Small steps of faith
unseen the process
clearly seen the results

Many cocoons to transform
in      many steps of faith to
take       many webs to avoid
many webs to escape

Much poison to grow
immune to       much rain
many days
All experienced
in the body
the metamorphosis of
the soul.
Copyright©2025 Daniel Tucker

A poem from the living of my life.
 Apr 9
Daniel Tucker
I awakened myself with a start
and crammed my medicine down
Opened old with fresh wounds
hunting myself with a pack of wolves

My soul choked within the morning
as it crawled to my daily tasks
Performed them standing on my head
when the wolves went to take a nap

(see me)
                See me running while I sleep

(tease me)
                   Tease me with that slab of meat

(please me)
                     Please me as I feel no pain

(free me)
                Free me with sweet insomnia again

Lulled me to sleep with soft panting
I opened mine eyes within your dream
where stones and metal ease the pain
Holy eyes closed in unholy sleep

The night stampeded like oxen
My soul dimly lit your face
My home now this haunted keep
since I never woke again

Just try to pull me from my bed
and flush my medicine away

Try and close my open wounds
and put a lead on the wolves

My sleep will only get deeper
The dosage will only get higher
The wounds more infected
The wolves bigger and faster than you

(see me)
               See me alive when I awake

(tease me)
                  Tease me then let me wholly partake

(please me)
                    Please me by letting me feel again

(free me)
                Free me with sweet peace again.
Copyright©2017 Daniel Tucker

An older poem from the living of my life.
 Apr 9
Daniel Tucker
We wasted it so
We wasted our souls
Like storm clouds
we broke out
and flooded the seeds
we needed to grow

You held on to me
You tried so hard to see
when I rebounded
from breakdowns
that seemed to wear
down your strong spirit
that you needed to go on

We were stranger than
fiction through our
contradictions
You drifted within me
I poured within you
your currents of
reason to my torrents
of questions
We were
drowning in unison

But as you freed me and
I freed you as we were
both set free by the eternal
Source of freedom  
we need to keep on doing
our part in what we need
to keep on being free.
Copyright©2025 Daniel Tucker

A poem from the living of my life.
 Apr 9
Daniel Tucker
The shaking of a reed
The movement of the water
The flickering of a flame

The crying of a child
The weariness of the labourer
The burning skin from the sun

The salty tears of guilt
The racking pain of loneliness
The swan song of past glories

The masks of complacency
The contracts of acceptance
The closing of the mind

The continuing saga
The words that fill the pages
The lot in life we share
Copyright©2025 Daniel Tucker
 Apr 9
Daniel Tucker
So many things that
words can never say
                •
Too many words that
just get in the way
                •
Copyright©2025 Daniel Tucker

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