Time For Repercussions
Oooh, ‘Emotional Annihilation’
and ‘Sadistic Submission’
… hang on a minute,
I’m just gonna run and fetch
myself a paper napkin…
I’m
beginning to drip and dribble.
The term ‘Arachnophobia’
also covers Scorpions…
I can make both the pincer
arms on my tattoo move Alive.
Having a ‘Soft Spot For Ya’
is a little misleading…
what she actually means is
… you all dressed up smart
in ‘Cognitive Immobility’…
sounds like (Dreamboat) Goals.
“Awww, your cute/upset face
… we may never speak again!”
Obviously, I only agreed
to Scaffold you Dyadically
… so I could be the one ‘Hand
-ing’ you the ‘Crucifixion Nails’.
… we were laying
there
(all cwtched up)
listening to
the torrential rain
battering
the windows…
when she said
(in a warm,
contented voice)
“I cannot
get any closer
to you,
it’s impossible.”
And, I replied
“Keep trying
… my sweetheart.”
‘Acceptance’ can be a ‘Gateway’
to either a new found ‘Dignity’
or castrated ‘Meekness’…
depending upon Foundational
Character/Personality.
You do not NEED ‘Advice’,
nor to follow ‘Instruction’
or ‘Direction’ to Not do Wrong.
Even when the ‘Right Way’
is Obscured by Choices, Fears,
and Self-Sabotaging Reactions
… the ‘Darker Pathway’…
always remains crystal CLEAR.
‘Loop Back Around’… Life’s
Circles… Stronger, Wiser, and
Spiritually Advanced each time.
“I’m Still Growing”… leaves
room for E-X-P-A-N-S-I-O-N…
‘Ego’ is always a Drunk Driver
to each Learning Curve…
I will not dip or rise to meet you
I’m focused on my own Journey.
(Alquemie) ‘Dissolution’
… buoyancy…
graceful as you riSE
… upwards…
from the Ashes of
your former (shelf) self.
You Burned
‘Sober’… and, now,
complete ‘Faith’
in your unique Journey
and very own Footsteps
going F-O-R-W-A-R-D
… will carry you
Elevating higher…
than the ‘Grounding’
need for ‘Earthly’
Promises or Bible Pages.
… ‘crops fail’
(start as you mean to go on)
… that silent witness
The Moon…
answers my questions
(intuitively)
with Soul-Shivers for ‘Yes’
… nothing for ‘No’…
and a hollow, silver,
metallic taste for ‘Maybe’
… it’s truer than Dice,
quicker than Runes,
and almost as sharp
as (single card) Cartomancy.
I never ‘Kiss’ mean people
(once discovered)
… not even… Goodbye.
Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the
Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres. He wrote his first poem as a
teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and
he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since.
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