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I'm talking to whoever hears my voice. I'd be with you now if I had the choice.

The way it gets with no one else around. I understand why it gets you so down.

I see the tears that fill your eyes. The pain I feel from you is no surprise.

It has been like this since we ran away. We've been lost for so long we've decided to stay.

Our state is solitary to each one.
It's hard to care when you're on the run.

It gets cold standing out in the rain. It fills you up until you're
half-insane.

No one out there really seems to care. To go back you just wouldn't dare.

But we end up out there anyway. Out there in our minds street is where we lay.

We're confused by the effect of our escape. We may appear to be borderline flake.

A cover-up for the real self. True feelings hidden on a poet's shelf.
This write doubles as lyrics for a song I wrote, titled, Hidden Feelings.
There's a studio and live version of the song. Both are on: soundcloud.com/dantuckerband
wraith of white
you wander wild
the hinterland
Valkyrie's child

your breath pants mist
in icy caves
you have made
10, 000 graves

your image is
in winter skies
its crystal glitters
in your eyes

loping through
the cold chill wood
its secrets you
have understood

born to lead
long of fang
through the glaciers
your voice rang

lonely in your Lycan heart
you made the ****
your kindest art

wolf of legend
wolf of lore
you'll reign untamed

forevermore


soulsurvivor
(C) 2/16/2014
Rewritten 6/12/2015
The feelings are back again;
I try but I can't pretend--
Love just happens to be this way.

The pressure released through argument;
It hurts, but we make up again.
Why does it have to be this way.

Temptations once came in many ways.
The cold lingered at times for days.
Only a chill, but it hurt just the same.

Thank God there's jealousy no more;
We washed it out and closed that door--
But other storms rise in our lives.

But when these storms pass us by,
It's then we know the reasons why
Love just happens to be this way;

And why we go through so much pain,
Which cleanses like the pouring rain
When we open up and talk about it.

There's no women who can be
All that you are to me:
Wife of my youth, lover and friend.

We now see a brighter dawn,
Free of strife, many battles won--
As free as we were made to be.

The feelings are back again;
I try but I can't pretend--
Love just happens to be this way.
  Sep 10 Daniel Tucker
Bekah Halle
Oh gosh, how has that day of the year
Come around so fast, again…
That dreaded school photo day!

The day that marks progression,
The day that celebrates successful transition,
The day that snaps aging,
And the day that puts front and centre all that I have been avoiding!

Everything in me wants to ‘dream up’
Some wildly legitimate reason for my (ab)sense —

But then I am reminded of the sentiment from a wise friend,

“As a prisoner for the Lord, then, I urge you to live a life worthy of the calling you have received. Be completely humble and gentle…”

Ok, Paul, I will bear up and I will buck up!

I won't hide and be a prisoner to this Western world of beauty —

But, I will celebrate my aging with this portrait,

It will thus be known as,

“Portrait of a lady who lived authentically” —
Ephesians 4:1–6 (NIVUK)

I work part-time as a counsellor at a local school, hence school photos.
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