My Final Poem

desert this below a kiss
blow open the door;
sit next to a two bit *****
in shallow peaks we gain our reach return to speak
enough of the bad stuff no word below its cuff
shadows in the brightened morn
if there's a rose will beg a thorn
Pac would have been proud the Grecian Urn appears
below the breeze an acorn below a tree
slight of hand will lead to understand
move closer then ever before
love in its painted view
in the light of the slightest hint
shadows again block the vortex of the eye
love in its fullest foughht born disease
come closer then ever before
carry yourself mild get a bit wild
tremendous push into its mix
sorrowful scent below the push

These are the final days
caught below some purple haze
stuck in the window of affliction
barnyard goat reserved the roast;
take some time to think we look in the mix
solace, from here to pause the way you think
love is fallen duration in a lucky behind
shades of wrath above the Fulton mask
this is my final poem with words to cope to learn
red, grey & blue

heat around the meadow barren in the unique circle
as I look to the East through an oceanic view
these are the mark of a man family jewels
a scent of green ivy of how one depends
Lori & I
walk along the beach
try to catch that frisbee so out of reach
we reserved the right to be custom made
brave as your kind made from behind
some have busted their *** no one gets by on any free pass
we can learn to cope
having a fight with the soap on the right

Shades of red, blue & green
living in a land so very mean
search through the newspapers to begins
search through an encounter
getting up their in age
to learn from your mistakes
search through the window
plug up your ear
a search as the queer
love in the instant

Loose lips sinks ships take some time to move those hips
Meet me at the store Rasta man with a plan

Not sense the days of 1978 back seat in a car with a date
Stereo blasting to the sounds of magic funk

Come on bring the noise you got a brand new toy
Cruising down the street in my plush hot rod

Women's liberation heading out across the nation.
Homeboy Smith wasn't ready when he ****** this **** named Freddie

We used to roll up what is the hold up
It isn't funny but the sound of the money

Take me back to those good old days when you woke up in a purple haze
Going to the drive in watching those double features

Eating at the nearest Arthur Treachers,
We have come to close not to turn back now


No use looking back when your hand is on the plow
Dope rhymes are filled up with a magical potion


Sipping red wine down at the ocean
Putting some lotion on my honey with a kiss

Sorry that I missed a tongue in your ear
I shed a single tear to help numb my inner pain

Not having you in my arms is driving me insane
What is my chief aim to fame

A cause to go ever deeper then ever before
Lest I implore another opened door

Inside our soul we behold a window a chief aim to please
Knock me to my knees like Shaggy with ****** Doo

We bit off far more then we could ever chew
Rap to the rhyme goes to rhyme with a reason

It's the changing of the season.
Break down to the ground and sound the alarm

There's far too many fish still stuck in the pond.

How Can I Blow My Load ?
thoughts diminish;
believe in the timeless
waiting for a soul to fix
the arrow resist

shattered dreams beating leaves,
a broaden place to bleed
unclaimed mix hero to trick
how can I blow my load ?

perched outside my window
placed by my pillow
silence of an empty shawl
variation to a dream

Timber boots what a restless dream
playing outside the gym
portal rejoice we shake past the moral
time well spent in thought

bleeding heart at night by my pillow
whisper..careful thoughts have a good enough treat
bang my head against the wall
barren trees we embark thoughts

dig deeper then ever before;
share with each other a simple smile
Learn, how can I blow my load ?
A timeless piece stand still and repeat

taste of sugar as sweet
young Chinese man springs a leak
good hearted plot,
whisper once again the clueless from within

out at the patio
vengeance for a swim,
cough up chunks of blood
day by day we bow are head to pray

shadows once again...
hold my breath then count to the number ten...

Chase back a dream
onto all that hurts...
Fly away past the Willow tree
a Bob Ross blend of lovers as these;

You look for better in loving eyes
love is for certain
in tender wanting eyes
Eminem on the rap vine

Tupac would have known better
live through the rich notion of laughter
love stands too firm
we encounter the fuel

stand firm & refill
The Lord knows best
to encounter every test
Cheer up my brother...

The Lord knows best
capture by its obedience
live for the moment gear
the blues go to those agreeable
chase back the dream...

lurk not for lost treasure,
special lid for the oven scent
pour on the sauce onto its mat
The Lord knows best

Water...to join in an excellent way to vent
to climb the wall past any unique test
The Lord knows best
chase back your dream you left darer to live

Reach out for another...
pull threw every joint to make
Trump needs to make a copy;
longing for rich wisdom

captured by a unique start
carry to pass the cross to enter its rest
lavish to pass any test
chase back the certain stoic with a smile

live as if its your last
not to second guess
a fly on the wall
to stand up ten feet tall

The wind through the hair
a heated word of care
break your heart a chore
A brand new start

not to be the same game changer
love will see you home
no matter where they roam
building bridges under the hat

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Mario Vitale Dead Presidents Rap - Poem by John Ackerman
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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
so I kick it to the curb at your word
I got raps that raise the anxiety please
gonna knock you to your knees
seeing the suckers bleed
got one foot in heaven while the other is in hell
but I got a great story to tell
I'm the over weight lover Mario Vitale
spreading out love making sweet history
we each go through things
another door bell rings
an explosion deep inside
we all want to run away & hide
see you on the flip side squeeze
gonna knock you to your knees
many folks just do what they please
so I took my ride down to the ocean
Surf & turf with some magic lotion
sipping on Pepsi cause that's my potion
see I got high hope for the underground
kicking vibrations with a brand new sound
can't we all just get along
Rap through the pain in your midnight hour
screaming shame with your pain & sorrow
onto soaring heights like a young G in the night
never relent to ever give up on the fight
it's a spice of life with cheap thrills it still pay the bills
taking all those pills yet knock on wood I'm not dead
got a lot rap beats flowing through my head
it's the living dead
stop me now or I'll have a face full of lead
Word

Crack In The Stove
Listen to the pine splits
crack in the stove
clouds down our roof like
burnt pine, milk
The smell of come in the shack

A breeze on the wall
from boiling tomatoes
A baby snorts air
while it ***** a tender breast

it was time to put apricots
out in the sun,
cover them with cheesecloth

Nothing but the whine of bad mud
between the cabin logs
I hum Cold Blew The Bliss
to the cild, touch fattened dough
I wait for the sound of his truck
hoeing a splutter of thawed ditch

And when he comes he points his rifle
at the floor, lets the dog
smell his pants

Soup's about done

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