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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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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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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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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Love's Sweetest Philosophy

If I should labor through daylight and dark,
Consecrate, valorous, serious, true,
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today I exist as a vapor then I am no more
some may equate logic for fear that brings nothing near
my chest is heavy and my pulse is setting in
yesterday was such an easy game we used to play
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baby's hair with a womans eyes
can see right past you as I tantalize
the mere notion of a whisper long to filter
shadows block the vortex of her smile
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Got high hopes from the underground sound
sneakers with Drake's emblem on the side
a walk in the park no forget I'll ride
got the bounce for the ounce in my hour of power
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I'm the man on the mic that's my right
the virtual Houdini always shining
but deep inside I got pain that hides
eating away my delivery of who I be
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for i exist as a vapor then I am no more
if you can't hear his voice trust his heart
he was despised and rejected yet he never reflected
apathy just wanted to let things be
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A Scenic View

Let's just pretend you can take a trusted from on a road trip down by the sea
as a beacon of light to a hurting friend in need
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