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Daniel Tucker Jan 2017
When a mountain
   I dare not climb
the ropes and tackles  
  are in abundance

In great shape
  my body and mind
Not a weak link
in the expedition

But when a mountain
  I dare to climb
the ropes and tackles
  are often misplaced

Out of shape
  my body and mind
Weakness as a
  spell does bind

Hopes and dreams
  of tireless youth can
be all but forgotten
  in the spiritually aged

Strength   the glittering
  cloak of youth can
fade in weakening
  jaded resolve

But in me common
  traits dissolve
The bucking steed
  will never be tamed

Pigeon-holed the
  misfortune of other
souls   has not been
  allowed by my resolve

But this determination
  is not without cost
The foothills of youth
  are far removed

by erosion caused by
  unstable belief systems
washed away into
  the Sea of Ambiguity

A distant mountain
  I often see
(distance   the deceiver
  of proportion)

Challenged at the foot
  of the formidable sight
halfway climbing
  only to slip and fall

Does this mountain
  need to be climbed
Do youthful dreams
  need to be fulfilled

When these dreams
  are all you ever had
you wake up falling
  or climbing higher

Driven by dreams
  and gifts and talents
that rage like a river
  in the driest desert

calling home what
  must come home
holding on to what
  must be fulfilled

Obstacles that have
  become landmarks
seem to fade
   into obscurity

like threats that
  always remain empty
laughing at what
  used to bring tears

I remain standing
  through all these trials
not unscathed
  and a bit weather beaten

halfway up another
  formidable mountain
making up for lost time
  from a major fall.
Copyright©2017 Daniel Tucker

A poem from the living of my life.
When a mountain
   I dare not climb
the ropes and tackles  
  are in abundance

In great shape
  my body and mind
Not a weak link
  in the expedition

But when a mountain
  I dare to climb
the ropes and tackles
  are often misplaced

Out of shape
  my body and mind
Weakness as a
  spell does bind

Hopes and dreams
  of tireless youth can
be all but forgotten
  in the spiritually aged

Strength   the glittering
  cloak of youth can
fade in weakening
  jaded resolve

But in me common
  traits dissolve
The bucking steed
  will never be tamed

Pigeon-holed the
  misfortune of other
souls   has not been
  allowed by my resolve

But this determination
  is not without cost
The foothills of youth
  are far removed

by erosion caused by
  unstable belief systems
washed away into
  the Sea of Ambiguity

A distant mountain
  I often see
(distance   the deceiver
  of proportion)

Challenged at the foot
  of the formidable sight
halfway climbing
  only to slip and fall

Does this mountain
  need to be climbed
Do youthful dreams
  need to be fulfilled

When these dreams
  are all you ever had
you wake up falling
  or climbing higher

Driven by dreams
  and gifts and talents
that rage like a river
  in the driest desert

calling home what
  must come home
holding on to what
  must be fulfilled

Obstacles that have
  become landmarks
seem to fade
   into obscurity

like threats that
  always remain empty
laughing at what
  used to bring tears

I remain standing
  through all these trials
not unscathed
  and a bit weather beaten

halfway up another
  formidable mountain
making up for lost time
  from a major fall.
Copyright ©2017, 2025
Daniel Tucker
Vitæ Mar 26
Lightning lives
between your fingers,
flashing silver inside
a handful of night

suturing blood
with exigence
through a needle’s eye,

with one hand kissed
by a shower of shrapnel
and the other twisted
in an infinite thread

tunneling light with
sublime precision.

Your needle
closes each gap open
with the cloth of Love
being woven

and each gap closed
holds me in this
lancinating tension,

as I slumber deep  
in the currents of
your halcyon arms,

this world remains
tender and unbroken.
“There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.” ― Bram Stoker, Dracula
Seth Cruz Mar 9
A spark within me
as I arise to go forth.
Once more God sends me.
Ken Pepiton Mar 8
Homework,
pass time, sharing mind hats IC wit

read the indigo alchemical how who knew,

the light we live in determines limits live-evil

chiral viral virtual truth, gut growl inspired,

listen, this is it, this is the first time any one,

maintained make believe money… any weform

plural I point of view, privileged religiously of old.

Royal charters and patents and permits and such,

you know.
Life' business attaining Optimum Prime Definite

Chief Aim, aha, wise, knowing never was wrong.

Any child's angel knows,
if listened to, late
in life

after accepting the winning's done, We accept
the prophet's reward for the cup of cold water,

and nod
slight smile

life's business is useful beauty, keep that
in mind
as we attach we form
adhesive, single carbon
bond attacking indigo light
the sweaty trapped infrared,
calmed in the shade
where cool ideas occur
green leaves eat infrareds,
being calming consciousnesses
subconscious money fighting rights
Priest authorizes Melchezideacon shares

Had I never wept
for Gunga Din, had I
never been gut shot
with a ***, no shot,
from a 20 guage 10 feet away,
- eh, whose, experience the same

whose breath was never lost
in the fall that marks the know how
it feels
to have breath knocked out
by force
of gravity and velocity,
out ah

limits, and breath is back,
gasp,
on screen, gnoshit, feels so

real,
from Saturn,
in our right mind, seeing
now, go look we have seeing
windows in our hands seeing through
from Earth 2025

this is as useful as a fool can be,
being as times being's being wasted
making up reasons to believe the shuffle,
random acts
of kindness sowed mindfully,
as seed some of us lived to sow, no mas
true make believe,
once truly used
to form a we
of believers convinced
the joy in weform alone is enough

imagine the waves, at the bottom of the air,
down here with other breathers thinking,
in the space of a breath or two, we all breathe,

in the space of a breath or two, we all can see

this one planet reflecting enough light
we all can see, Earth from Saturn's outer rings

in the space of a breath or two, we all can see

so bright, our only ever mortal home, we see

all this time invested in worry,
worry for nothing, read for free, live for today,
think kindly,

no whining, if you read this far, you
got electricity, okeh, and time to read with it,

like participate in the message, translate the idea

think it
may be not
wasted used
to account, count, matter, real
redeemed mystery lure may being
realizable wealth
of mind space droned empty,
huge echoing rooms minding reasons science
makes true

at tense
attention practice
stuck true gluon level how

in hell did that work

-proves this ai snot hell, sniff
it's winter and they had a war.
Things are confusing reality again
without all the energy
in reality giving
a bit,
a tip
to the shiner
for the TOE shine, the reflective Pacific
as seen
from dark Florence nights
in Da Vinci's days, Medici Machiavelli days,
roots set to love the power, what it does,
when all the bubble you breathe, indeed

contains all the ideas becoming agents
acting in Jesus name, becoming spirits
in truth
sighs, gasps, unvoiced inhalation, we

ready readers writing inhabitable weforms,
gut level Bavarian Greek yoghurt symbionts,

Phi-delitus, spoken allowed, alert, the precepts,
nine, was it, Templar page preparers, hide scrapers

listen, learn, recite what was said to whom,
as this deal was being made, who said wanna bet?

Better, yet
who went all in?

quests for power under what precepts?
Those royal lines under thrones and arms?

Once we think we all once knew, then
til this very day we think these
agent seeds of truth,
making free,

loose
us

breathe and think and breathe and think
and realize the instance,
in life around me,

out
of my mind, examining a taken life, given,
accepted, grace, taken, time,
to rest,
in truth,

I am alive, because we all live
after ever started/
Ah, I think I can live like this forever, so, two witnesses, this ain't hell.
Time doesn’t move slow
If you were a butterfly you’d know
Chase the glow
Inspiration
Gentle melody
Flow
Cognition
Ephemeral beauty
Know
Transient light
Moon lit night
Carry it home
Inside and outside of time
Catching leaves on the wind
As i go
Sacred moments
Hope ergo
The deeper i get
The further i go
Depths unknown
Abyssal inspiration
Like melodies flow
Our days here are limited
By how many we do not know
Unlimited inspiration flows
Depth of mind
Peace in spirit
Lovely soul
Time is an ocean that is free to move upon its own tide
The coming and the going always aligned
Truth without knowing
Reflecting endless skies
—Timothy Charles Carter
Thinking away,
Sorting thoughts, in my mind,
In and out they travel,
Always searching, for knowledge to learn and  find.
Some answers come fast,
Like our dreams, others can take, more time,
This life was not suppose, to be perfect,
Keep your eyes open, lean towards positive signs.
There are many false prophets,
Around us, trying to control, our spiritual journey today,
It’s sad, people compare material things,
Never knowing their spirit and Soul, they carry for guidance, every day,
Always, expect changes, many have special reasons,
Sometimes they change, like the seasons,
Concentrate on the future,
Forget the past days, be positive with your attitude,
As you travel, on your way,
Enjoy and learn, in this life,
It’s such a short stay.

                                 The Original: Tom Maxwell ©   03/01/2025 AD
We can not change the past, look ahead soon the future will be,
Another lost day.......create positive memories during this stay
owls at dawn Mar 5
there is a new atrium in my body
columns of light press into me from beyond
magic energies swirl in the prism
a garden is blooming here

the first guest, luscious rose
bringing hope, love, a full head of opening dewy petals
thorns proudly protecting

as I look
others come

periwinkle carpets the ground
knitting histories
intertwining limbs, loves, futures

aster sparkles
a constellation of playful stars
teasing in her spontaneous joy

calendula peaks around corners
then demands to be seen
leading by courageous example

frenetic color follows zinnia
explosions of unbridled absurdity
   and I fly
in the green mist of imagination

more seeds have been planted
are poking through the fertile soul
I fall endlessly into the boughs of white pine
safe, protected, filling my lungs with ancient wisdom

nesting, I am a small furry creature inside myself
pulsing in the ecstasy of Gaia's stewards
your garden of eden in my heart
Megan H Mar 4
I used to feel them everywhere-
The spirits.
Felt their watchful eye.
Warnings from a divine animal,
A hello whispered in the breeze,
But now-
Now I feel nothing
Like a part of me is not working.
It is so quiet.
It is so lonely.
I cannot tell
Who has left who.
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