(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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