The Breeze Poem by John Ackerman

chase back the tears from your eyes I stand erect to fill its hope
the twilight sun has erected its way a beautiful flower display
got me eager for memories to a cloud that please spreading its disease
barren figs through the tropics of one accord light the flame fixture

going to Hawaii with Obama on my neck so what the heck
you even the score through friends explode is the bottom of the outs
Awake, there's news today sitting on your heavy spring
there is want for a river stand in the isle burdened for a while

Easter Seals and the crown of belief scattered to orphans peak
words choiced to stand in derision ever leading second guessing
cared for my knees spark through by memory onto Payton Place
Pray for those standing idol let it frequent the user

busy as a bee salute in all together legacy stand erect bet your sorry that we met
words to the wise as if in a baseball game playing center field let me explain
the closing in batter to the side takes off his disguise,
in the genuine sense just like center fielder Bucky Dent

those who select the vine to do here after willing to sacrifice its fall out gather
wait a while to be granted the lead all the while from the make believe
doors constructed to say, "Let's Make A Deal"blowing up smoke at the bowling lanes
called for better ridge entertainment the best that you can

We each have been called as if a wandering wizard like a swam without its gizzard
love in ovation clench the fist of investigation you can find an explanation
words are commonwealth upon the sign worth given three packs over do
concentrate with words of fate the heated applause of its ideal that's true

We need a leader no need to touch the follower the common place of decency
in all humble efficency it can be frightful you see the claim for friend up in the trees
longing and realizing together at last get by on any free pass,
in solitude puts you in the mood to leave the curfew;

The light we turn to without darkness clenched in the brigade nestled a sofa
trying to take a hold of mind over matter get to summon forth the ladder
there is a category in place of itself a remedy as a jewel in the mood
my words are what radiate on whats been given in time

no one likes to talk about cancer but it exists
starring out the window on the blade of grass
letting all the good times past
watching and waiting what to expecting
out of every situation

memories are as good as thes following from the breeze