Poems by Paul Tristram.
Greasy-Side Slide
I am on the greasy-side slide
I am travelling down fast.
Ripping through the good times
Back to the nightmarish past.
To walk the streets of confusion
Where the paranoid people roam.
Like insects crawling from a skull
We all at last, leave our homes.
Not a friend in this cold world
I am out here all alone.
Apart for the piss-stained darkness
Full of faces made of stone.
Perhaps this time I will die?
My dead body they will find?
But life is never that easy
The gutter is never that kind.
A life lived always on the run
A life of dangerous dealings.
The masses only give respect
To those without any feelings.
The greasy-side is a prison
An incarceration for the soul.
Once you have been there once
You will never again be whole.
I am on the helter-skelter of hatred
And I have nearly finished the ride.
Adrenalin is flowing and Im ready to run
As soon as my feet hit the greasy-side.
Every Truth Is Pale
I miss the apprehension
That I had when I was young.
I miss the feelings that I felt
When we had only just begun.
I miss the hysterical tension
Before we became the norm.
I miss the undecided uncertainty
The calm before the storm.
I like the TV when its broken
I like the seaside when it sleeps.
Outsides better when Im inside
A sores more interesting if it weeps.
Am I any less of a man?
For not trying to win the game?
Like a limb that has been lost
I can still feel all of my shame.
I like to be completely alone
I really like my own company.
I hate living in neighbourhoods
For they make me feel unfree.
I am naturally different
Yet also choose to not fit in.
I am naturally different
To all but my own whims.
Stop giving me your excuses
Everything I see is stale.
Life is a lie, life is a lie
Next to which every truth is pale.
Against The Grain, Again
You are different, I am different
We all have different views.
If you pick normality
It doesnt mean thats what Ill choose.
Sometimes I drink in the morning
Instead of only late at night.
Just because I am different
Does not mean that Im not right.
Tattoos, scars and long hair
Its not a statement, its just me.
I dress myself for myself
Not to give you something to see.
When you pass me in your suits
I dont stop walking and stare.
Its your choice, your life, your decision
I do not really care.
I must just be myself
I cannot live any other way.
If I am not hurting anyone
Then Im doing no wrong today.
I do not have to be like you
I can stand out in a crowd.
I wear my colours defiantly
I let my soul roar proud.
Leave each to his own
I will live life my own way.
Even though sometimes
Its a high price to pay.
Sometimes there is pleasure
And sometimes there is pain.
But that is just what happens
When youre against the grain, again.
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