The Diary Poem by John Ackerman

open...open...open your doors & swing

doing your thing

wrote some things down in my locket don't you forget it

shooting dope in the hallway



things are going your way

drifting ever closer to the New York mile

open...open magic potion

got music to beats inside my head



it's the walking dead

hip hop...hip hop...make ginger pop

the surface of the moon move to soon

got a pen in my pocket



write some things down in my diary

all of life believe me is a great mystery

Surfing the web what's going on inside my head

come back come back...come back,



working so hard can give you a heart attack

submit to the man up above

nestled in the frail ambiance of his love

it's the click clock



don't stop.. don't stop...keep on with the flow

it's not what you know but who you blow

don't you know skipping rocks at the edge of a beach

try to catch that Frisbee so way out of reach



hands, eyes & teeth

open the diary and take a sneak peak

writing down story's of yesterday past

having so much fun with a hope that it would last



sugar is sweet like nectar on the bone

sweet success in my timeless plight

on fire, on fire, I'm coming home

write down those precious moments we had together



that night at the fair when you shed a tear

precious memories in time so that's the end of this rhyme