And you and I are still
Young enough to really live.
We are simply melding
Into another season of emotion.
?The years are just beginning
?To gray what they have claimed
?And have been allowed to claim.
?
The wind blows away what it can--
What cannot be tied down.

??Keep whispering
Your soul into my soul.?
Keep primal scream tears          
?Falling into my primal soul.

??Keep filling up the empty spaces.?
Keep creating empty spaces.?

Tearing down the vacant walls.?
Building up new walls.?

Opening locked doors.?
Locking others in turn
??
As we forever transform together
?Under the aegis of the Immortal

??As I grow like the roots
Of the banyan tree?

Hanging down with the branches
Helping to provide shelter
?As I slowly grow closer
To the sweet earth?
In silent anticipation.
Finally touching her.?
Slowly penetrating her.
?Gently pushing deeper
?Until we are of one purpose
??
Deeply rooted by the banks
Of the Eternal Zoe River
That descended from heaven
And flows through
Human spirit transformed.?

Life-giving water running slow
And deep the source of your whisper--
True essence in deepest longings

??Flowing into my source
Pockets of holy energy overflowing
?Slowed down to a trickle at times ?
Going full circle and
                                     Back and forth
?From out of reach channels.

??That something deep beyond the
                                 Starry masses.?

That something some call love.
?
That something some call God.?

That something flowing & living
                                  In you and me.


                --Daniel Irwin Tucker

Lying waste the beauty of ancient sites
Where wisdom laments its ancient demise.
The human spirit had once taken flight
Out of dark mists and out of disguise.
Paradise found just beyond their reach.
Friendship feigned as in unwitting Troy.
Pygmalion's ideal crumbled within the breech
Pure knowledge strangled by treacherous ploy.
Yet wisdom still beckons beneath this frost
Rumblings felt faintly in purer souls.?
Vowed in blood to regain paradise lost . . .
Worlds sacrificed for one small foothold.
Beauty from ashes of ancient sites
In spirit in heart once again taking flight.

As I walk through the land my Ancestors lay.
Blood fills the oceans, have we lead ourselves astray.
Seamlessly existing in an orchestrated plan.
Screaming false hope to countless souls responding ‘yes we can’.
All my concerns point to the future.
People’s attention being condensed, we’re living in torture.
Every aspect of what’s known has been taken.
Mind of a free man, will never stop until the agenda is shaken.
You think you see things, and yet your vision is impaired.
Get your eyes out of the tunnel scope.
Its okay you don’t have to be scared.
When you’ve accomplished, your soul fills with certainty.
That your influence is there, along with all the hope in the world you see.
Constant struggles, we bleed for our fellow brothers and sisters.
I could be walking with potentials, let me wash away my blisters.
Strength in numbers and we can be as tall as mountains.
Let’s all walk as one, towards the everlasting fountains.