Another poem... sorry if I get too corney :P

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I met her at the 'Sailor Arms' - a bar down by the docks.
Full of prostitutes and deviants and fellows wearing frocks.
Went there to drown my sorrow, my misery and pain.
With fourteen multicoloured pills and a pint of heavy ale.

I saw this girl across the way, who was smiling through the wine.
So I begged her come on over, come on over, spend some time.
And I spilled my life before her and she seemed to understand.
Although she was a girl we were talking man to man.

For love is where you find it wherever that may be.
For me it was in the Sailors Arms at twenty-five past three.
There's something strange about her I can't put my finger on.
But I wanna tell the world that she's the one - she's the one.
I wanna tell the world that she's the one.

She strolled up to the toilets - she strolled into the Gents.
I asked her why she did it, why she'd gone to pay the rent.
We arm-wrestled and I lost, she beat me with a spike,
Told me seedy jokes that were quite unlady-like.
It was four in the morning and through the smoky haze,
I could've been mistaken but she needed to shave.

For love is where you find it wherever that may be.
For me it was in the Sailors Arms with a better man than me.
Her husky voice seduced me my heart was in a mess.
I sat upon her knee as something twitched beneath her dress,
There's something more than knees beneath her dress.

"You've got nice eyes", says I "Oh Sir, I am surprised!"
"What large hands!" I said, "All the better to touch you with"
"God, you arms look strong!" " A woman's work is never done"
"Your legs are quite hirsute" "Oh, aren't you the saucy one!"

I was feeling less than stable when she said her name was Ken
Well if I had suspicions Lord I should've had 'em then!.
She cried as she told me how she was so confused.
One more visit to the doctor she'd have nothing left to lose.

I ran my fingers through her wig, she lightly stroked my hair.
She said she was a man.....

("Whoa whoa whoa! She said she was a man? A man called Ken?" I hear you say.. Well Lots of men are called Ken! So what did I say?).

I told her I don't care!.

For love is where you find it wherever that may be.
For me it was in a dumpster with my trousers 'round my knees.
There's something strange about her I just put my finger on.
And I want to tell the world that he's the one...ah...she's the one.
I want to tell the world that it's the one!!!

nt

I did some digging in my files and found some poems I wrote way back when ... I don't get mushy apparently. Just angry ... I cussed a lot. Me just wants to share ...

***
well, I’ve come undone
seizure in the brain has me insane
I’m still alive, still ignorantly vain
Bite my tongue ‘cause honesty’s a bitch
So hold it in, child
Until you’re consumed by the itch

You saw me then looked away
You saw me and turned your back on me
When I was on the floor
When I was on my knees
When I was reaching for you
I saw you …

Go into a silent tantrum
Having faith in people is so dumb
Strength is in how much I can do by myself
I don’t need your fucking help

This downward spiral came upon us
When you started fucking around
Bridging the gap with your bold-faced lies
I’m on the edge, on the bound
I’m tearing you down
I’m so deaf to you now
Flying solo is the least of my fears
Don’t think I’ll miss this,
‘cause in my mind the situation’s clear

seizure in the brain has my heart lamed
I’ve lost all faith in the two of us
Bite my tongue ‘cause drama’s done
Sick of my anger and distrust
Hate the bitter person I’ve become
from the games you played
so the hell with you
we’re better off broken anyway. 030304, 083001

***
dead to you

second chances
prior romances
disrupt otherwise favorable circumstances
sideward glances
I’m so sick of your verbal tap-dances

The harder I fall
The lower I crawl
Loving you made me feel so small
Gave you my all
And now my back’s up against a shattered wall

Am I just a ghost in your life
The lucid dream for your nights
Am I just a ghost in your life
I think we’re over now
Baby, we be over now

Held on too long
Too much blood i’ve drawn
So afraid to be alone so I clung to a wrong
But now I’m gone
Finally saw what the fuck was going on

When will my conscience come
And deliver me from
Your twisted tongue

Wickedness brews in the web you spun
Got my soul bleeding, on the run
Find myself again where we begun

Let me just be a ghost in your life
Spiritually dead to your veiled replies
I’m just a ghost in your life
Where I’ll haunt your nights, rape your mind

Reap what you’ve sown
I’ll thrive while you groan
The candle’s been blown
I’m a ghost you’ll never own

And we’re so over now
Baby, we be over now. 111403, 030304

^ Those are my poems anyways. I'm sure I have some softer ones. But when I get hurt, I just get hardened before anything else. It helped.

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