Poems by Paul Tristram
Running as fast as the wind
leaping the obstacles in my way.
Breaking through the boundaries
keeping the demented dogs at bay.
At one with my fear
panic-attacks merge and blend.
Neck and neck with exhaustion
in competition with convention to the end.
Bated like a badger
hunted like a fox.
Fleeing like a criminal
from shallow eyes that mock.
Survival of the weakest
testing the mentally unstable.
Keeping out the reach of breakdowns
just as long as I am able.
Alone with my emotions
they hate me each and every one.
The race is nearly over
but the huntings just begun.
The brilliant minds of government
Cannot stop my oppression.
The brilliant minds of medicine
Cannot cure my depression.
The brilliant minds of science
Cannot halt my souls evolution.
The brilliant minds of law
Cannot calm my personal revolution.
The brilliant minds of religion
Cannot find my spirit a solution.
The brilliant minds of industry
Cannot do anything but disillusion.
The brilliant minds of philosophy
Cannot think away my confusion.
Together all these brilliant minds
Simply cannot crush my resolution.
Bang Summers Drum
The cold is merely a memory
now Winter has closed its door.
The path through Spring is over
Autumn is visiting another shore.
All is livid with lush life
the breeze alive with busy sounds.
The sun has traded in his hat
for the most radiant of crowns.
The beach as always beckons
towns of tourists to come and see.
The beautiful turquoise brilliance
of the calming of its sea.
Mother Nature alive and merry
this being her favourite season.
Sneezes wonder into the air
to mantle sorrows shroud of treason.
So do not hide in busyness
do not miss or waste the sun.
Come join us in the countryside
come help us bang Summers drum.
Good Man Down
You smile from the sky
while Im floored upon the ground.
Why must you always
keep a good man down?
You look like an angel
but you smile like a clown.
Happy there keeping
this good man down.
My Heads Too Abnormal For Drawing
Please bear with me I asked
As I stood in front of the mirror.
You are not the only one whos crazy!
The madness in my eyes grew dimmer.
You are just a little bit eccentric
Although sometimes you do own sanity.
But when it flips from heads to tails
You do tend to switch so very easily.
Your heads too abnormal for drawing
And Im afraid will always be this way.
But other than that inconvenience
You are perfect in every single way!
She talks crap daily
Behind peoples backs she lives.
She takes continually
But only hurt she gives.
Clever in her cowardness
She giggles home alone.
She works the night time hours
With her favorite friend the phone.
Nosiness is forgivable
If trying to help the person.
But nosiness is evil
If their troubles you worsen.
Her problems must be many
If this is how she has fun.
Delighted in deception
Her life is a sad one.
Theyll run her out of town
Oh yes, someday very near.
Theyll run her into the ground
The mask will drop, theyll see her.
For exactly what she is
A collection of many faces.
Shell find her nest of shit
Trip up over her verbal laces.
Always sticking her nose
In the wrong place.
All she wants is trouble
So she quickens its pace.
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