Authenticity Reigns Supreme
Voltaire wrote his first stage play
‘Oedipe’ whilst
imprisoned in the Bastille
… that’s what I deem
a fantastic call to Literary Arms.
We cut our own pathways
… there is nothing
‘groovy’ about imitation,
the greatest form of flattery
is admiration and appreciation.
My written lines are infused
with my character,
which has taken a lifetime
to create, a single (oftentimes
traumatic) notch/scar at a time.
I am as much my ‘Work’
as I am my intrinsic DNA…
and the deeper I dig,
like a Welshman mining coal,
the Clearer my Purpose becomes.
Cold Chips In Yesterday’s Newspaper
He used to be a ‘Hero’
… until she booted
him out, and moved
that Ex-Jailbird in.
Ran into a burning
house and saved
2 infants, years ago
… passed them
down from a window
to a mate in the yard.
Now, he kips in that
end bus shelter…
is always in the bins,
and bursts into tears
whenever anybody
shows him ‘Kindness’
… which is why
everyone has Stopped.
Mr. Brackets
Failing [Dismally] as a Puppeteer
… he took up Knife Throwing,
whilst waiting for Inspiration
to bring a new [Creative] Target.
“I once fell in love with a fallen
Chorus Girl I met in a bar,
one rainy afternoon in Lampeter.
She was on the run from London
… sloppy-drunk, yet still only
halfway between complete Ruin
and what she had [Once] been.”
There will be no ‘Permanency’
… if you surround yourself with
[Fleeting] people… ill-equipped
with a personality and character,
un-self-centred enough for Pillion.
Listening To The Blues Without The Blues
Standing out in the kitchen
writing a poem…
whilst in the background
John Lee Hooker’s
busy singing about being
10,000 miles away
from the woman he loves.
Meanwhile, my emotions
are calm and balanced…
I’m after ‘The Bag’,
gunning for advancement,
and carving a pathway
off into uncharted territory.
New Supply, And The Preparation of
“… we END with saying ‘Grace’
but begin with Murdering
ALL ‘Trust’ and warm
‘Feeling’ towards us… so as
to build up ‘Control’ properly.”
NEGLECT is a Weapon,
and Silence [when utilised
properly] is the cruellest
… Torture Chamber…
you can ‘Subject’ someone to.
“Is this going to hurt?”
… give no Clarification,
‘Anticipation’ is the Key to
Nightmare Doors Unimaginable…
Unapproachable [Invisible Barriers]
Fresh flowers every birthday
for the last 15 years…
and she still doesn’t know
it’s me who sends them.
Not the prettiest girl in class,
but without a doubt,
the sweetest… and those
‘Freckles’, melt my heart so.
The only time I got sent
in front of the Headmaster
was for sticking up for her
when that snivelling bully
hit her bag onto the ground.
I didn’t realise my own
strength… bloodied his
nose and shrunk his pride…
she gave me a Kitkat
in the dinner hall as thanks,
I STILL have the wrapping.
She’s been married twice,
although she’s single now…
and she’s the ONLY woman
on this damned planet,
I cannot Brave a ‘Smile’ for.
Polaris
Finding your own Personal
‘North Star’ is Paramount.
Success is oftentimes
achieved along the way
to attaining a Goal…
yet, the urge to hit a Target
still out of reach…
will keep you Battling on.
For decades I associated
with Life’s dispossessed,
the Vagabonds, Gypsies
and wayward Drifters…
it did provide ‘writing
material’, but also stunted
and slowwwwed me down.
I was lucky enough
to be born with Ambition,
‘Bigger Picture’ vision…
and with an endless thirst
for bettering myself
through Ritualistic Graft,
and ‘Intense’ Self-Learning.
Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer. He yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet. His novel “Crazy Like Emotion”, collection of shorter fiction “Kicking Back Drunk ‘Round The Candletree Graves”, and full-length poetry collections “The Dark Side Of British Poetry: Book 1 of Urban, Cinematic, Degeneration”, “It Is Big And It Is Clever: Book 1 of A Punk Rock Hostile Takeover” and “South Wales Outlaw: Book 2 of A Punk Rock Hostile Takeover” are all available by Close To The Bone Publishing.