Colors Poem by John Ackerman

Listen To The Wind Blow (Colors)


Adam is for Eve
people watch them bleed
salute upon a pile of leaves
to fulfill a great need...

Listen to the wind blow
Sweet Charity
slow but blissful care
It's Christmas time,

Down to my last thin dime
Winter is here again oh Lord;
safety through the leaves,
love is a fine link

can't even wink gives way to think
balance through power of being heard...
Shouts of joy calm me more;
Colors, blinded in the green moss...

love fore certain pain for certain
live the feature loss of sneakers
Colors
Sitting across the table know as you are able;

Phoenix wide smile to know all the great while
Colors in the ghetto just to scream of letting go
bust up the beat to control the rear tempo;
Listen to the wind blow

Far reached Eskimo
love is scented by the dew far as you may chew
life is what you make it
why not try to fake this

balance per power
how does one explain order
Touch the screen rotor
the leaves flow over

Colors
my music is in my head's shoulder
tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
pardon me as one to agree

the smile on a lonesome child
call of the wild