Pull Down Thy Vanity Pound Inspired Poem by John Ackerman

in every twist in turn starry eye and love is all around us
night is falling and I am calling feels so surreal in loving arms
let it lift you up off the ground love is all around us
search deep within my friend the promise is from within
from you to depend hearts filled up with freedom
the tree has entered with branch a child so high you are
all of this is fully to the world under white clouds
under all this beauty something must come
Ceaser plug their forces in India
Tibet should be filled with Roman imprisoning
there will be three books to look into nor will you be weary of calling my name
he who is now vacant was once enslaved to one Adam
Imperial posts to all corners of the world

went down to this ship to the brakers are bodies heavy with weaping
search this craft at the grim godess
a world of moving images clear lines of portion in harmony of substance to be feared to
return in memory to London his landscape was Italian
yet ere the season has he tempered the viol's guard
and the sunken garden unchanged
and the gulls be at rest...
became restless at the castle,
he never became the same as he was before
there is always a certain age where we change
has to sustain onto the end where ever the end shall be
first came the sea then the halls of hell
pull down thy vanity pull down thy vanity i say pull down
master thyself then others shall be bare
how mean thy hate fostered in fosterity
gather to the air of thy tradition this is not vanity