John Ackerman

Moist, bright, and green, the landscape laughs around.
Full swell the woods; their every music wakes,
Mix'd in wild concert, with the warbling brooks
Increased, the distant bleatings of the hills,
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Cynthia

When at night I close my eyes,
to think all the days gone by,
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Solitude

whispers
a rain drop
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If a raindrop
could represent
the love in
a man's life
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How long will it take for you to see
Life is just an illusion, it's gonna pass eventually
The flesh is just a lie
Eventually you're gonna die
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The Union

I was lying on my back look up at the ceiling
Trying to come up with a wheel or dealing
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shattered glass out on the kitchen floor
picking up the pieces of my past
move away from the silence to a lingering laugh
each of us where's a mask in a disguise in life
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trapped within the very impulse of our loved beneath the perplexing ambush


we close the door of brevity with a slight adjustment of the hand when will we understand
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Woman


eyes, hair & smile
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The Hollow Leaves

Spread out upon the ground
Out of mere sadness there's a tug at the heart
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you can't make your heart beat something it won't

it's either heaven or hell now I got a good story to tell
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alone
in the silence of my thoughts
pitter patter of soft sandal feet
a candle lit in the corner of my room
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For decades I held back this piece until today

I Think Therefore I Write Poetry
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there is a place perhaps from outer space turned haters into lovers in the heavens
the sky would open as musical intentions vibrate taunt in the very fabric of your mind
in time these beings would be noticed in beautiful apparel dressind in exquisite fashion
light to touch the hand of one we have to do with further tendency to be kept noticed
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come with me on a journey to discover a world of mind blowing creatures
awake
young Bo Peep to the silence of the night you will soon discover a pathway
each step that you take he encounters hobbits in their habitation along with trolls
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Here's a little story that needs to be heard
about an old couple who lived in the hood
firecrackers blazing outside there window pane
folks had insisted the couple was insane
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information
politicians in drag
Manson is finally dead
robots for men
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flirting with fire blowin it up in the most earnest desire
her perfume was led to basement blues remove those shoes
bask in the news then you will se a falsified game of reality
in society we got hidden games you see with peeps working on their degree
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so I sit here alone with my hand gripping the phone
life can be so damn mysterious when your dealing with the derilrious
hearts will implode when I'm ought playing a game of solid gold
these hands of mine have been through places with certain traces
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a sweet smell of a rose
lingering in thought provoking demise
bitter sweet from my heart to my feet
we seek solace alone also together
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