Tireless, Ingrained… Fight, Resolve and Motion

The ‘Present’ is a Workbench
… an Anvil
I’m Battering my Soul against!
My Heart is an Engine
… with its foot to the floorrrr,
my Mind’s a Circle-Pit of Razors
… ripping and slashing
words, images, colours
and self-imprisoned-emotions…
into Future Bloody Ammunition.
‘Love’ and ‘Hate’ are condiments
… I feel NOTHING
except Grinding Determination
… and the PUSH [Ever] Forward!
You’re just ‘White Noise’
whoever the fuck you are?
… I’m Concentration
to the point of Detonation…
this much ‘Focus’
is way beyond Adrenalin Surge
… my fucking Instincts
are the whipping-cables
from a fast-crashing elevator.
There’s no ‘Pause’, ‘Retreat’,
‘Time-Away’ or ‘Relaxation’
… I’m feeding off the STRAIN,
Addicted to this Acceleration
… and Blasting each and every
Creative footstep… into Eternity!

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. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.