Category: Fire

Posted in Fire

they tell me children are resistant

Posted on by J.A.B.

You’re a survivor, you have told me how resourceful you are. It comes out in the most subtle ways; your interest in bunkers and soldier MRE rations, that you know how long a person can last without food or water. How you work the phrase, “well in a survivalist situation…” into conversations.

You are resilient a survivor. You have learned to navigate this war zone. A battle you are trapped inside, raised by opposing forces.  Your play has become research on how to survive combat. The innocent views of childhood are slipping from your eyes.

I want to be your peace keeper. A force you can rely on. Strong enough to break through barriers to bring you the supplies you need. To hold back the tyrant so that you can be free.

But this is a war; no matter how I brand it.

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Posted in Fire, love

On a Fall Day

Posted on by J.A.B. 
On a fall day, I run into you
it was bound to happen
Its a small world, this town is smaller

to see you here is nice
With one hand in you pocket, causally 
standing and smiling at me

Some small talk is talked, 
I laugh and our gazes lock, a smoldering fire
Catches some wind, that's all it takes

the air between us crackles
Our surroundings melt away
I feel I should break form your gaze, before
I start to combust, instead I take a quick breath
and choose to burn
Posted in Fire

Hearth Fire

Posted on by J.A.B. 
Your arms, they feel like home
     a feeling that had been fleeting
There is no reason for it, 
     no explanation, 
           yet it washes over me now
For the first time in weeks, 
     I start to relax...
 I unbuckle my shields,
     place my sword by the warmth 
            of your fire
The blade freshly sharpened,
      looks out of place, 
             glittering in the soft light 
 Listening to the gentle 
       timber of your voice,  
the sinew holding me together
       softens, and slowly 
               I unwind 
 can this calming effects you have 
         on me seen by you ?  
or do I still look hard and cold
                                      - j.a_b
Posted in Fire

Warrior Poem #2

Posted on by J.A.B.

I’m not broken, this is what

a warrior looks like.

There’s dirt under my fingernails,

bits of carnage on my feet.

But there’s hope in my heart,

‘Cuz I have learned, no matter

 how dark the night gets,

eventually the sun will rise

– j.a_b

Posted in Fire

HateRed

Posted on by J.A.B. 
there's a dark ugly place deep 
        inside me,
behind a curtain of fear
lies a sticky green pool 
       of hate.

like rotten milk on a fire
 it bubbles and spits. 
to the surface rises the hot desire
  a thick and rotten feeling,
gurgling up from my own 
personal hell,
to lash back at and main 
the one that hurt me.

I try to ignore it. 
to temper the fire.
still every now and then,
the simmering liquid of hate
releases a bit of steam !




Posted in Fire

The Phoenix Remembers

Posted on by J.A.B. 
       Remembering
standing looking inward and remembering
       who I used to be 
            Before

    looking in to the truth of all
    the accomplishments 
    of all I possessed 
          Confidence 
                 Hope
                    Wisdom

 realizing that I have them still
But instead of wearing the mantle 
   it lays fallen at my feet
    in the heaps 
        of Dust and Ruin
             Forgotten
    shrapnel after a bombing

   What keeps me for picking it up ?
       FEAR
that holding myself high will again invite
          you to kick it all down

                    FEAR

   it talks to me, gripping my arms
      has me falsely believing
that staying down will stop the nest round
       from starting
 
           but it will start anyway
       matched up against my foe
  without the greatest tools in hand

  if I am defeated it will be because 
            I Allowed It

Choosing to look smaller,
       weaker
           lesser
        Hoping to be seen as 
                      insignificant

so that you will leave me be
       But you won't 
         You Can't 

    fear seals your victory 
my loss of hope is your trophy
   you need to make me feel 
       less that I am
    to swallow your lies 
    and in the confusion 
    forget my own power

because 
   you are not my equal 
the only way you can defeat me is 
    to convince me that 
          I am weak 
             emotional 
                 unstable 
               that is how you win

    the only means by which you can 
           win 
        causing such mayhem 
           that in the aftermath of 
                      Destruction
                 I loose sight of 

                     Who I Am 

     Standing now rooted in truth 
           Remembering....
           Recalling to myself
           Picking up the mantel 
    that has lain forgotten at my feet
  
  Seeing that the ashes and the Fire
      have somehow made it gleam 
           all the more

             Tempered 
by the searing pain of molten tears
       you did not kill me
       you made me stronger
       now here I stand
   Crowned with Knowledge
that I have done more than simply endure

I have emerged from the wreckage 
with a keener sense of who I am 

   Free now 
   From all the limiting beliefs I once held
   I will rebuild
   I will remember 
     reborn

I will Rise form the Ashes
I am the Phoenix
                                                 - j.a_b
                                                    mar 2019