Down The [Extramundane] 99 Steps [To Where The Roots Start Appearing]

by Paul Tristram / March 19th, 2023

No ‘Kenosis’ for my ‘Full
-ness’, I Sever and Shed.
One-Sided Goodbyes…
‘Bridges’ were built
for Crossing then Burning.
‘Metanoia’ without
the Humbleness
of Repentance… Butterfly
[All Phoenix Like]
… the Greater in
[Internal] Stature
you become… the Less
the need to Express it
Openly… or Piss Higher.
There are [Many]
Battlegrounds to Conquer
afore the Calm of Satori
… arguing ‘Distracts’…
Waylaying… Evolution.
Freedom lays in
… Movement…
and both ‘Directing’
… and F-o-l-l-o-w-i-n-g
your own [Energy] ‘Flow’.

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.

This article was posted on Sunday, March 19th, 2023 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.