The soul is full of criteria, mysteries
And your eyes, Your eyes are undertow, Drawning me in.
Read the stars in my eyes Hand me the key And I’ll chain my own wrists Slipping in and out Of our own lives Like shadows. I can’t breathe underwater. In the darkness I reflect the sky In the midst of this war I’m sacrificial It’s written on my face And the palms of my hands My fortune The belief I will save you My eyes are tired But you can see me Dreaming your dreams, Drifting in the undertow. Everything has changed. I’ll drown under these grey skies A kiss of life Under the weight of the world
Poetic minds are islands often found
In common reaches of the status quo And in remote and deeper waters Of vox humana in muted undertow. --Daniel Irwin Tucker
May the voice of the human always be heard above the noise of the human!
While the heavens wept
I gasped for air beneath the Waters where I lay
i’d like to be out in the sea
i’d be on a wave jumping over top waiting for the crash avoiding the undertow i’d doing like i did as a kid i’d soak up the sun and play in the sand just enjoying the ocean breeze and the ocean view
to see a river spring into being violently churning but without sound to see sticks and even trees swept away down its length but not feel its current's tugging pull you wonder whether the river is real or nothing but an imagined torrent but the waves lapping at your feet cannot lie
First the sun
Warm and gold Then the wind Swift and bold Of all that I know Little I remember; little I behold Fearing it is my last... I gasp for breath. A scent like no other Fills my emptied soul Memories flood into me Like a perilous undertow A wave catches me And carries my soul I am full again. Wonder pulsates through my veins Living is no longer in vain Blood warms my extremities Chasing fond memories Once again, I begin For the moment, I am I see... I breathe... I believe. For the moment, no end To stop me No fear to paralyze No wounds to hide A moment of peaceful bliss All tears subside I will let this wave carry me. I don't fight the current I let it take me where it wants Not out of bravery But from my addiction To wonder... and clarity
If I met you 20 years ago
I would not even lay my eyes on you But I could Picture the younger you with me Easily I frown on Your 80's acid shirt, Kenny G hair But I can still trace the image of you between your brows Unswerving eyes and lips If I met you 20 years ago You would had fallen for me I am so sure, because your eyes tell me
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