You’re Not The Same Man As You Were Yesterday
When you are Brave enough
to Conquer your own Soul…
there’ll be no need or reason
to ‘Prove Yourself’
to anyone else ever again.
It is a bleak trial by fire…
a need to face the Dark,
wincing through the Strain,
but refusing to look away.
To remain painfully ‘honest’
and refuse the Devil’s bait
of ‘get out of jail free’ lies
and avoidance by excuses
… takes an Inner Strength
that most cannot comprehend.
You will find an Integrity
awaiting patiently for you
at the other end of Restraint…
Dignity born of Self-Control.
Courage from shouldering
Adversity without whimper
or complaint… and rising
back up onto Determined feet.
Blend-Complete
… I have loved you longer than mountains remember…
Never stop following me away from the Light
… Spiritually, we are just… Letting Go…
of 3D Safety Bars for a Magical-Interlude
… you can experience the ‘Drop’
without actually ‘Falling’ to Destruction.
Both sides of the coin… in one decision
… that ‘Missed Opportunity’ still Burns
because you are watering it with ‘Regret’.
In the 5D you flow so BRIGHTLY
that I wince whenever I am anywhere Near
the COLOUR of your Gorgeous Emotions
… which is so often… we blend like this
(close eyes to access this part of the poem).
Your Soul tastes like something
… I have always known… over and again,
Birth and Death are just Gateways back
to Alternative methods of… Touch and Union.
Seeds
(Not) Hawk and Vole
… ‘parasites’
are no Predators
… they are viruses.
I expect ‘Courage’
from Warriors…
but, when someone
Spring-Green…
riSES UP
after falling DOwn
… and, finds
‘Bravery’ buried
(Somewhere Deep)
inside of themselves.
I smile, applaud…
and (Silently,
Respectfully) wish
them well upon that
new found Path
… of Dignity…
that they are Walking.
Here, We Do Not Succumb, We Conquer
Hell yeah, do it again…
that ‘thing’ you were
so scared of
… Excellent,
go on, once more.
Listen to her
snoring slightly,
all cute and contented
… yeah, that’s right,
she was the one
doing the cartwheels
when you first arrived.
I remember her being
the 8 Of Swords
when awake…
and the 9 Of Swords
whilst sleeping.
Now, she’s all
gritted teeth
and Determination.
Oh, you’ll just know
when you’ve broken
the back of it…
because ‘applause’
becomes a distraction
and my encouragement
will merely annoy you.
Return To Glenda
When that ‘Feeling’
apprehends (heart
collar-felt)
… and I start
Falling… again…
I RAGE (quietly)
to myself…
Fighting a Battle
with Past Trauma
and Potential…
coupled with the
URGE to ‘Abscond’.
Up A Gear
Pivot into ‘Breaking
New Ground’…
trying to ‘Outdo’
keeps you
LOCKED behind
another’s Ingenuity.
Spearhead…
and, there is no
‘Competition’ only
(Fresh) Adventure,
and ‘Dynamic’
Pathways to ‘Glory’.
Be the ‘Buzz’
and ‘Noise’… with
-out participating…
apart from with ‘Art’.
© Paul Tristram 2024
The Slipping Of The Net
Catharsis and ‘The Butterfly Effect’
… your MIND ‘Balancing’
between [Main] Chapters…
“Ah, you’ve discovered corridors
and back lanes… through…
and around… the ‘Obvious’, good
you’re both Learning and Growing.”
I could Not have done THIS
without ‘Disappointment’
… the Tenacity and Determination
was just me Fighting Onwards…
the Real Fuel was Accepting Loss
whilst Refusing to be Beaten-Final.
Hate, Vindictiveness, Bitterness
are Traps, but also Energy Blocks
… the Universe can only WORK
with You through Clear Channels!
Flow and Adapt… Sun Seeking
vines manoeuvring towards Light
… we only Progress backwards
to ‘Fix Things’ to help the machine
(us), Propel Forwards more Fluidly.
Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems and short stories published in many publications around the world, 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 was recently released upon the public by Close To The Bone Publishing.