Stranger In A Strangle Land Poem by John Ackerman

Stranger in a strange land

find the answer to the mystery the brave new world lost in this place leaving no trace
look around to behold the ghosts are bleeding zombie nomadic tribesmen strong in fear
social isolation lead to their frustration yet they carried on with a slight twist of a song
calling me to the pit where souls departed in this place so all alone filled with visions
taunt to crippling viscous long hanging fangs that bite dripping blood off side by choice
raising their voices with swords with drawn in the battle to come giving a sense of wonder
give me the strength to hold my head up spit right back in their face the perfect score
I'm just a stranger in this pilgrim process of regime themed hell fire rages in the eyes
starring at the crystal ball there's no vision there after all to blind to see isten to me

Smoke stacked water on the pool of shallow murky solace disappeared below
as the sun breaks above the ground an old man stands on a hill his eyes are a blaze
temples of fire burning up the crowd breaks a young boy appears looks at the old man
his eyes are a blazed as he flys a way on a dream fly touch the sun
tearing my eyes were tearing from all the ghostly encounters in which came out
bury me as high as you can see in a pyramid in the vortex of my mind
social alarm from the army of disarray we pray for cadence another way

one will equate logic with fear from a coast to coast and the seventh see
I close my eyes and think of home another city goes by in the night
so understand the wasted times always searching for those wasted years
really realize your living in the golden years with too much time on my hands
searching in the dark will bring you to its fullest light if you wait & be patient
bury me head first dead deeper then ever before lest i implore another opened door
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