Lisa Knight's Blog, page 6
October 29, 2015
POETRY: MASQUERADING BY PAUL TRISTRAM
Of course the art of it lays in perfect imitation.
Dedicating hours to the mirror,
rehearsing a troubled look of ‘feelings’
would be an absolute daunting agony
if it wasn’t for the interruption of hysterical laughter.
Then there’s the zoning out…
into the standing ovation and applause…
ripping yourself backwards out of the warmth
and glory of that natural contemplation.
To once again, for the umpteenth time today,
slowly form, that delicate and pathetic ‘Boo-boo lip’.
You’ll have them wrapped around your little finger
when you reveal this latest masterpiece.
Those tears could be real and flowing properly,
if she would only take a good look inside
to the inadequacy and insecurity
which are the foundations of her weak, hidden soul.
But home truths are ugly and for losers,
whilst external adulation is the shallowest and bestest
kind of satisfied mind, cleverness is deceptiveness
and the narcissistic show must endlessly go on.
Written by Paul Tristram
Available to buy via Lulu
October 26, 2015
POETRY: INDIVIDUAL INSANITY BY PAUL TRISTRAM
All cases of insanity are different!
Each person is an individual.
Although most of cases will show symptoms
Of paranoia, depression, self abuse,
Anxiety and general mood swings.
To describe everyone’s problems
As merely being these, is like describing
All flowers as only having green stems.
Each person, each mental illness
Should be a mental virgin to psychiatry.
Not just another familiar problem
to ‘Tin Hat’ and conveyor belt medicate.
Maybe Sigmund Freud
should have seen a Psychologist
Instead of just being a Psychologist.
Written by Paul Tristram
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October 21, 2015
POETRY: YOU SOON STOPPED BEING IMPORTANT BY PAUL TRISTRAM
When I no longer listened to your crap,
stopped trying to find any reason
or common sense in that boiling pot
of shit and lies that you were stirring.
When your opinion on anything at all
became of zero importance
and I stepped out of that dark cloud
you’re living in and breathed fresh air
and felt the warm sun on my face again.
When I ceased looking your way
and instead focused on my own,
everything good started falling into place,
happiness spring cleaned my life
and requited love did beautifully blossom.
Written by Paul Tristram
Available to buy via Lulu
October 20, 2015
POETRY: THE EMOTIONAL CRIPPLE BY PAUL TRISTRAM
The emotional cripple,
Came home rotten drunk.
He had had 2 fistfights,
Lost his new watch.
Been slapped by a street girl,
Ruined another coat.
And had only gone out
For a loaf of bread and Rizlas.
Written by Paul Tristram
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October 16, 2015
POETRY: YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO LET WINE BREATHE… BOLLOCKS! BY PAUL TRISTRAM
I pushed the cork into the first bottle
with the handle-end of a switchblade
walking out through the Spar Shops in door.
Swallowing three glasses in two mouthfuls
then wiping my blood red lips upon
my ‘seen it all before’ Pirate sleeve.
Zigzagged down the straight and narrow
whilst walking across the grass
and I was just too busy being Great and Fantastic
to even think about shutting the gate behind myself.
I fed the animals in the park empathy,
I stick my middle finger up at convention.
Then I disappeared just when I was expected,
frustrating…yes…but boring…never
and with no Shepherd leading me anywhere.
Written by Paul Tristram
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October 12, 2015
POETRY: TASTING MADNESS BY PAUL TRISTRAM
You can taste madness.
It is bitterness
With a sweet edge to it.
It is like eating
A bowl of excrement,
Custard and LSD.
Confused pleasure,
Disgust and absurdity.
Madness is not a fashion
It’s a way of life!
Written by Paul Tristram
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October 11, 2015
POETRY: SHIT TOKENS BY PAUL TRISTRAM
He walked into the bar one afternoon
with a bunch of flowers in one hand
and a box of chocolates in the other.
Ordered a pint and started writing
something beautiful and heartfelt
inside a carefully chosen greeting card.
There were three familiar regulars
standing s few feet away nursing
warm, flat beer and talking noisily
and passionately about tits and football.
“Hey, I didn’t know it was Sian’s birthday,
how old is she now…forty what?”
“It’s not her birthday and you know
how old she is you were in her class!”
“What’s all that gay crap for then,
been up to no good have you, nice one?”
“Are you really making fun of me
for loving my wife, are you serious?”
“Nah, just wondering why you’re buttering
her up with ‘Shit Tokens’ is all, mate?”
“Because she is beautiful, that is why.
If you had a wife instead of your parents
spare bedroom whilst almost touching fifty
then just maybe you would understand!”
Written by Paul Tristram
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October 5, 2015
POETRY: JUDGES OF THE MIND BY PAUL TRISTRAM
Psychiatry consists of
Judges of the mind.
Tell them the truth,
The whole truth,
And nothing but the truth.
And they will imprison you
Within yourself.
Written by Paul Tristram
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NEW MUSIC: ESPOIR – DIRECTED BY HOWARD BILLINGTON
“SO, here is that VIDEO I keep yapping about! Whilst in Tokyo – Japan 東京 I had the pleasure of meeting two of the most friendly and talented singers who also happened to write all their own material. 2 days later and we were filming this video in Shibuya, Tokyo. Lacking equipment, this is basically filmed on phone cameras. I cannot wait to work with these two again. Fun times.”
October 4, 2015
POETRY: THE GOOD THING ABOUT BACKSTABBERS (IS THAT WHEN THEY FINALLY REVEAL THEMSELVES YOU CAN THEN CLOSE THE DOOR UPON THEM FOR GOOD, LEAVING THEM TO SEETHE AND CHASE THEIR ENVIOUS TALES AROUND, TRAPPED INSIDE AN ANGER THAT THEY WILL NEVER ESCAPE FROM NOR
You were not born an Asshole,
your weak soul and cowardly condemnation of anyone else
in your vicinity
daring to wear a happy smile
or cheeky enough to warrant attention and praise
formed you into the perfect specimen of one.
Eating your character like a malignant cancer,
you deserve those squirming, sleepless nights,
the hilarity of your self-imposed agony
is really the greatest horror of it all.
Have some pride you fucking loser,
oh yes, silly me…you cannot draw on what is not there,
it’s like asking dogshit not to be dogshit!
Written by Paul Tristram
Available to buy via Lulu
