Michael Troy Buffo

(Note to the reader: This is by far my least favorite poem! -But one that everyone seems to read first! The prose is overly simplistic and bland. If you want a real love poem, read 'A Picture of Love' and 'In The Waters of Life! ' Please don't judge my ability by this lame scrawling!)

Your name is sweet music
That rings in my ears
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If I could possibly paint a picture
Of the love that I have for you,
It would contain the most brilliant colors
And the most gentle, changing hues
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Here under the stars
Where both of us lay
With you in my arms
Where I want you to stay
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(Another of my earliest works)

The longest poem without inspiration
Is like a laborer without persperation
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The corporate ladder has many rungs
But the scream of freedom fills my lungs;
To leave this world of dog eat dog
And hike through a misty mountain fog.
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(Yet another early work - one month shy of 17)

When death is coming up your walk,
And you're unaware of his escence,
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Fluorocarbons, chemicals, nuclear waste,
War, starvation, genocide, and the ever bitter taste
Of false religion, rampant plagues,
And decisions made in haste,
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Loneliness brings
The death within
And as the bottle empties,
The nightmares begin.
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Screw this and the hell with that
Kick the dog and fling the cat
Throw rocks through windows and shoot at cars
Flip off the cops and start fights in bars
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Oh, London’s lovely Linda,
I’m a giver, not a lender
And I want to give you everything I’ve got.
You see, my luscious Linda,
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I’ve had fear and dealt with pain,
I have wept and wracked my brain,
But now my comfort’s hope and my love in you.
As I look up through the rain,
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Endless corridors
Twisting through time
The farther they go
The higher they climb
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The waters of life run deep,
Their unknowable currents swift.
Some are wont to wade it’s shores
And others merely drift.
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Thunderclouds pass to reveal the sun,
Yet pools of water still remain,
A shot is fired from a soldier’s gun,
As another falls in dampened pain
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As I look into the darkness
From the light of my room,
To find nothing in any direction,
Upon the window I notice
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The secret dreads,
The bloodied heads
Buried deep beneath the garden
The way they bled,
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His life on stage was peace of mind,
A blessing now you seldom find
If you ask him what's his cause
He'll tell you it's to cause applause
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A man passes on,
And you mourn anon,
Yet I sneak in quite sly.
I pick him up
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Though we're parted
By thousands of miles
A sea, an ocean,
And airport turnstiles
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Places you dispise
People you distrust
Look into your eyes
You know escape's a must
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