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 Aug 2015 Secret Poet
Gaffer
Can I buy you a drink
Feeling sorry for me cos I’m in a wheelchair
No, just my policy when I go into a new bar, I buy the first girl I see a drink, so, gin and tonic is it.
No, ***** and coke.
See, there you go, we’re arguing over drinks already, that’s nearly a relationship.
Yeah, typical man, definitely not a good start, wouldn’t you say.
Definitely, I’m Paul by the way.
Geraldine.
Dont know if I like that name, Geraldine, might have to change it.
So let me see now Paul, you get me the wrong drink, you don't like my name, but even worse, you want to change it. You might excuse me for not feeling the love here Paul.
You’re so right Geraldine, what we need is another drink to thrash out our differences, we don't want the kids to suffer.
I don’t know what it is, but I’ve got this urge to **** you, in a nice way if you know what I mean.
You know what's happened here don't you Geraldene, you’re in love.
Well I better get out of love quick, there’s my boyfriend coming in.
Can’t wait to see his face when you tell him, can I take photos.
This is Michael.
How you doing Michael, Geraldine was telling me all about you. You’re a lucky man, we were just discussing kids names.  So where did we get to Geraldine.
I was thinking Paul if it was a boy.
Better not tell you what my mother said after she picked my name.
No, tell me.
She said she could **** me everyday after choosing it.
Did she, mothers, who would have them.
 Aug 2015 Secret Poet
Gaffer
Baby’s on the other side
Looking for a place to hide
Looking for that sad goodbye
The last attempt before she dies
Baby tried, but now she’s gone
Lying rotting, corpsed upon that journeys way
Baby left a letter, no regrets
Till the day we meet again
For now I’m waiting
Lost in souls.
 Aug 2015 Secret Poet
Gaffer
Sunshine in your eyes has gone, gone away.
Strange the games we play when we walk away.
Yesterday the game was new.
Just me and you.
Now the honeymoon's through.
What do we do.
We walk away.
Then we say
It shouldn’t be this way
Love at first sight
Felt so right
Not anymore
As you open the door
Now the split is deep
The wounds begin to weep
The way back has gone
Now we sit upon
The memories that never were
Did we care
We play it out online
Your team against mine
So strange, is it really us
The couple on the bus
The future ahead
So rosy and red
Ten years later
A chance meet
In the street
We lie about life
Trouble and strife
Walk away
Without a care
Turn and wave
Pause
Two kids on the bus
Going all the way
All the way
To that future day
The day they would never see
Wasn’t to be
life was stronger than them both
As it always is.
^^^
we were just like
two numerical numbers
from the opposing sign
added together
and the result is zero*

©IGMS
-1+1=0
This town has depleted my soul
nearing the point of no return
The single remedy to redeem my spirit
is to escape what I've known for so long;
the people
the places
the persistent memories-
I'm reminded of every breath this town takes from me
Existence is monochromatic here
and I'm ready to see the spectrum,
to look through the kaleidoscope
and see what life is really like
in the new light my eyes will never forget
that this town tried to hide from me
 Aug 2015 Secret Poet
sanch kay
if.
 Aug 2015 Secret Poet
sanch kay
if.
if
i had things
go my way, then
right now, you and i
we'd be screaming through the
mountain air, hanging upside down
on a cord made of bravery and love, we'd
dance
under the
naked moonlight,
waterfalls calling out
in the distance; i'd have
my hands around your neck and
legs tight around your waist as we paused
between the slipping rocks to steal each other's
breath away.
if
i had
things go my way,
baby, we'd take on the world
together; with a sky full of secrets
watching over us as we make memories
(and love)*
all over this world.
of love, lust and wanderlust. (i miss being with you).
with eyes still closed, my mind awakes
to the ocean upon my door,
it knocks with salty insolence,
my land locked soul to lure.

the thought of coral in chandeliers,
tempts my feet from bed to floor,
but twas the sound of kelp being plucked,
that enticed me to explore.

a tidal wave is just outside,
where mackerel dance and more,
schools of sea-life swim upstairs,
to feed off shipwrecked floors.

with eyes wide open, my mind asleep,
my skin drops on the shore,
my hands scale through my algae hair,
and i hear the turtles lore.

the manatees discuss it too,
a tale of souls at war,
who hear the knock and find reprieve,
in an oceans wandering floor.
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