Poems
by Paul Tristram
Time To Rhythm Up!
Im known for a lot of things,
being a Man Of Patience
is not amongst them.
Dawdling about the place
waiting for Fate, Destiny,
and The Universe to kick-in
is not my style,
seeking help from other people
not my way,
and anything but straight off
the deep end
is not my cup of tea at all.
Im my very own
pinball spring-loaded plunger,
I course the day
at break-neck speed.
Its all Energy and Magic
or whats the point
in even bothering?
Ebb and Flow,
increasing and decreasing
Momentum.
Side-surfing
Emotional Landslides,
you have to Create Disaster
to come back from it Brighter.
You cannot Lose
whats already been Spent,
and there aint no Failing
until you have giving up Trying.
Barefoot on Nettle
Dark thorn, along
a cloudy-pathway
twists, and turns,
and tangles.
Each footstep
takes you further in,
yet, brings you closer
to eventual Exit.
I sense Rats
behind certain smiles
lets avoid those.
The Butterfly
rapidly becomes
the Wasp
but, never vice versa.
The North Star
is your Intuition
ignore It
at your own peril.
Theres no shame
in asking for help
but, if braved alone
your Soul
burns forever stronger.
Champion Scrapes
Nah, youre too Hesitant
youre gonna fall-flat
onto your worrying face
I can see your lips
mouthing Geronimo
right before you Ledge
falter back to safety
me? oh, Im already
foot-paddling the Air
before its out me mouth.
Luck and Skill
dont come into their own
without a little bit
of Swagger & Danger.
I shouldnt preach really
its your Life, innit.
Drive Safely, sunshine
Keep Off The Grass,
Dont Talk To Strangers
Early To Bed boring!
When I Die, yeah
do me a fucking favour
and stay far away from
my [well-earned] Funeral
I dont want your
Correct and Proper
Contaminating my Exit.
All Filth, And Pirate Breath
The Shadows are far more Dense
around You.
Do you hear that? Dont smile,
there it is again
a creaking noise in the next room,
except there is no Next Room
on this occasion, were outdoors.
Your dog, clever though she is,
snaps and growls at invisible things,
and is suspicious of corners?
The Ones Who Stand Behind The Veil
manoeuvre closely in your proximity.
My aura is light and orange
yours changes colour like a firework,
and has an Old Spiced syrupiness to it.
You are unfathomable,
and when asked to explain,
which you practically never do,
everything that you say
just makes me more exasperated.
Its like youre from another Time,
both Past and Future
and when I stare into your feline eyes,
I get this really strange feeling
that I must have known you Forever.
New Chaos
It erupts around you like minefields exploding.
Bloodshot eyes focusing
upon one neutron bomb catastrophe after another.
The Domino Effect on amphetamine.
The dark & twisted skies alive with murder & mayhem.
And you grin at your new Masterpiece
as the demented energy & neurotic adrenalin
sends you skidding head-first into the fray.
The meek & cowardly can keep their beige & mundane
Ill be cliff-leaping into insane volcanos
with LSD crazed tiger claws around my defiant throat
right up until the last Battle Cry Breath.
Life was not made to be lived safely
its a test, an assault course to be bettered,
fought through and won.
To belly laugh like a maniac in the midst of the havoc,
almost drown in your own vomit & bleeding
then, once again,
rise up shining like the blinding light of the Winter Sun.
Braver
The Batterings which life threw upon her Soul
during the first half of her tumultuous existence,
have made her practically clairvoyant.
She now sees clearly and with instant premonition,
her own circular-patterns, the masks of others,
both the insincere and the good of heart
as distinctly as peering in through a window pane.
She pauses, within herself, often
its not fear, nor hesitation exactly,
but, rather a Feeling Out a Sensing underneath.
Familiar with most Lures, Tricks and Traps,
she walks a far less dangerous and crooked road now.
The Correct People around the Hearth of your Heart
is the Key to avoiding mental and emotional assassination.
Keeping Bitterness at bay, never giving in to Hatred
and refusing to see anything but the Truth,
undiluted or distorted, by rose-tinted spectacles,
is both her way of staying sane and progressing un-blindly
through the haphazard maze and battlefield of each new day.
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