Best Trial By Fire Poems
When I was younger i was taught to believe in god
Now i wonder if i misunderstood, Whether it was all a mirage
Baptized in holy water so the father could give a trial by fire
Suicidal thoughts seek to conspire
As we forget the angels and our demons consume us
Earth encrusted shoulders, each day a little boulder
And I want to be a believer
But all i see is anger and shots of liquid amber
I heard the preacher tell me that god loves us
That we're like angels, simply wingless
And i want to believe
That there's someone out there
But every prayer brings another Sandy
Children in the school yard fall like confetti
Like a bloody ticker-tape parade
As his light simply tiger stripes the shade
Never erases, simply highlights the
Yosemite Sam sound effects that serenade
A generation where white boards double a body armor
And with every dead child i struggle to reconcile
This love-hate relationship
But i want to believe
That the love outweighs the hate
But we're screaming hello
While he whispers goodbye
Like we're that second page in another hopeless fairy tale
Sprinkling bodies like Hansel's breadcrumbs
As we search for that ginger bread house they told us was a church
But we find only the pieces of us we left behind
The parts that shattered on impact as we free fell
Leaving us looking a little less beautiful than before
And i want to believe
But im stuck in this mortuary closet
Filled with skeletons of my past life
Sitting around trading war stories
And i want to believe
I look for god, but i never get pass the neon cathedral
Sacramental whiskey sips and bartender confessionals
Never used a chaser i was too afraid to chase the truth
Mostly cause i was to scared of myself
So i exchange fear for numbness as I use whiskey-scented band aid substitutes
Trying to drown my demons but my terrors taught them to swim
I just want to believe
But first i want to believe in me
A thunder-clap, the storms approach
Each eerie revelation
No hope for man
Nor none for 'roach
A prophetic annihilation
The World awaits, a harrowed end
Apocalyptic measures
Mans soul, it hangs
Tentative, it bends
Ensnared, in its false treasures
The evening veil of darkness
Accomplice, to the Moon
Covers up its naked secret
A portent clear
A harbinger of doom
His end, long in the making
A teardrop in the Ocean
Damned eternal
He waits there, shaking
Unsaved, in his devotion
Arch-Angels, weep eternal
Both wings and hands are tied
The Wind it cuts
The Rain can never
Wash clear Infernal ties
Faith, leaves you , at the Alter
Tattooed, in your own shame
In Times of War
In Trial by Fire
Death, calls you by your name
A Tribute to Edgar Allen Poe...
Wild with unbounded energy tonight,
I eschew my med's; but I soon then hear
the frightful voices trumpet in my ear;
they haunt me into the stillness of night
as I transform into a monstrous sight
(a version of myself which I most fear,
and dread, as mania befalls me). Dear
God! why am I accursed with this dire plight!?
Life with bipolar disorder feels tragic,—
it's like a trial by fire, a hard test:
sometimes this dark disease makes me frantic
with madness, rapture, and profound unrest
so vile that I become full-blown manic;
then I am overwhelmed, and feel unblest!
Of all your constant transgressions, I tire.
Yes, you're pushing it down to the wire.
I even sent you My Son
yet His work stays undone.
Must I resort to one last trial by fire?!
I have no role model,
No hero to worship.
But if I did, I'd never leave their side.
I would want to grow up to be just like him.
Or her.
And in this worship,
I would come to rely on the hero to save the day.
Such that when the time came for me to rise,
I would quiver and shrink away.
I have no role model,
No hero to worship.
I will grow,
Independent,
And I will learn my strengths.
My weaknesses though present,
Will be hidden beneath.
Although I may not succeed on first try,
I still believe in trial by fire.
King Nebuchadnezzar ordered people to worship a statue that was ninety feet high.
But when three good men refused to worship it, the king condemned them to die.
Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego refused to worship an idol even though the punishment was stern.
The king had them thrown into a furnace but Jehovah God sent an angel and they didn't burn.
Those three men said that they would only worship The Lord.
And being protected from a fiery death was their reward.
Nebuchadnezzar was amazed when they weren't consumed by the fire.
Those three good men survived a fate that would have usually been dire.
Jehovah proved himself to be the true God who has might.
He protected his three loyal servants for doing what was right.
The new education system
In truth it’s meant to twist ‘em
Into something that
A child ain’t meant to be
It steals their precious playtime
Corrupts their daily timeline
It heralds a New World Order
Insidiously
It takes more, than just one man
In their evil global plan
To change the hearts
And minds of every nation
Go steal their freedom surely
Go get them nice and early
Warm their hearts with
Your home-grown indoctrination
Must we first lose our Jesus Christ
For to herald their new Zeitgeist
By the tearing down
Of each religious border
When the zeitgeist that is prevalent
Is intent on being malevolent
Then firstly friend
Comes chaos out of order
The church it changes readily
A Dove becomes a Vulture
A wolf within sheeps clothing
Finds an ease, in changing culture
Evolved from one-time pagan ways
Our celebrated Holy Days
Iniquitous intent
About to rupture
The Babylonian Talmud
Infused the Sons of Noah
In righteousness find wickedness
From the Qur’an to the Torah
Fraternities and brotherhoods
And secretive societies
Beheadings, drownings, trial by fire
Faiths forced, within their pieties
Gods world, bent to their intention
Bush, signs in Laws of Noahide
Martial Law on the horizon
Stones of Georgia, genocide
A New World Order looms
No empathy nor pathos
One World Religion emanates
An Order out of Chaos
A thunder-clap, the storms approach, an eerie revelation
No hope for man, nor none for 'roach
A prophetic annihilation
The World awaits a gruesome end, apocalyptic measures
Mans soul it hangs, tentative, it bends
Ensnared in its false treasures
The evening veil of darkness, accomplice to the Moon
Covers up its Naked Secrets, a portent clear
A harbinger of doom
His end, long in the making, a teardrop in the Ocean
Damned eternal, he waits there, shaking
Unsaved by his devotion
Arch-Angels weep eternal, both wings and hands are tied
The wind it cuts, the rains will never
Wash clean Infernal Ties
Faith leaves you at the alter, tattooed in your own shame
At Times of War, in Trial by Fire
Death calls you by your name
A tribute to Edgar Allen Poe
False Gild
False gild now flakes on warping frame
gold faded by erosion’s truth
cold haven of a dusty god
unable to protect its youth.
Twisted smiles of fallen idols
grin beneath protective domes
succumbing to a god that failed
without recourse to “milling stones”
False gild now flakes on warping frame
a sanctuary once denied
cannot remain a holy place
protected by usurpers lies.
False gild that could not stand the test
bought without trial by fire
unable to weather sinful
unpolished ugly desire.
John G. Lawless
5/7/2016
As I set upon my stoop today,
a nervous smug permeated.
Child like joy coming my way,
excited what fate has slated.
I believe in a future that's bright,
whether it be pleasant or it's shot.
I'll scrap for it. I'll last the fight,
no matter what is wrought.
Glad I am that I've possessed,
this radical constitution.
Trial by fire always best.
Burning dross, strength's infusion.
Maybe one day in future unseen,
I'll learn to calm, how to relax.
For now I'm a "Danny Greene",
Taxing the max to life's climax.
I know today a thing or two,
conscious what I am made of.
Knock me down. Scar me true.
I'll just stand and rise above.
Mental, spiritual, physical,
deftness embedded in me.
Musical, lyrical, empirical.
Chain me. I'll always be free.
Now I cheer, even hold dear,
Those things testing mettle.
So burn me flame, I have no fear,
of things I'll have to settle.
-Angel Fatale-
Trial by fire
Heart is game, showing us red
Tunnel visioned aim
Slipping bullets, jumping trains
Can't be stopped unless we're dead
Every moment is a potion mixing
in the adjoinisent wave.
Where possibility falls like raindrops,
leaving you with the wonder of knowing;
how things are to be, how it is to behave.
Do you remember a time the warm summer air
gave birth to hatchlings that cloud-bursted
into your makeshift oasis?
By the Sea a Pool or a Pond, River,
Lake or Stream.
Born out of the blue, streaking
and skinny dipping back in, like a fiend.
R-Will-searching for love's Strombolient Cave,
rippled in urging,- execution of means and way.
Bursting anew into a heat seeking ring;
a resurging the repurposing of will
and union and new beginning from that day.
A whispered hint, a sneak peek from one
that has a hard time keeping a secret.
I must say!
Condensation passes from Her dripping maw,
savors, in understanding,
favors our barrage of desires,
with flavors grinning long.
Possibility indeed falls like raindrops,
bursting wet and pure.
Standing at our precipice,
rapping at our gate,
demuir
circumstances courting you in a belly-dance,
around that trial by fire, pregnant with fertility,
forged by the desire of our contemplate, inspired nativity.
Mystery's lungs breathe in perfect timing.
The sigh, heard as an inaudible
bracelet rattle, singing, opining.
Skipping, smirking, teasing and tattling.
Mother Love in Love in the distance you can hear the humming feminine prattle.
Peddling, a dance of pounces onto bare footing,
for riding atop of and settling, saddling.
in happiness's tantric trance.
Gaia roundabout,
Straddling.
Fairied in a Feminine dream.
Ferried by empathy.
Stitching stitchlings into
hand-maidens and hand-maidens
into the fabrics seams.
Seems as if the Familiar lips,
the atmospheres sway of hips; adept
the sensor censer of Holy Smoke equipped
with Angelic Sound, an anonomous kiss,
above Consecrated Ground is not at all
remiss.
In the midst of life's flames,
Your inner strength will be forged.
The burning comes, a trial by fire,
Oh brave heart, don't let the flames fade.
For in the ashes, a phoenix lies,
Waiting to rise, with wings to the skies.
From the very flames that once brought pain.
Comes transformation, and a new reign.
So let the fire refine and purify,
Let it burn away the fears that made you cry,
For in the heart of the inferno's
Lies the power to rise and shine with new light.
You will rise, like phoenix born,
From the ashes, reborn, and renewed.
To soar on wings, with grace and poise,
A symbol of hope, in the darkest of joys.
A faith that overcomes all things
what price is that faith’s value?
indeed a faith that moves mountains
such a prize thus a golden brew
If you had a pot full of glistening gold
for the trials of life coming your way
it simply would only grow all the less
pulling your heart whatever you say
Faith is your real requirement
for it will prosper as it grows
which comes by facing afflictions
head on not flinching so it goes
Established being set right in it’s place
so faith increases through much afflictions
giving a power to move on in strength
as it meets hardships despite restrictions
So treasure your faith more and more
even gold doesn’t come near compare
so point your faith on God alone
abiding in Him your constant prayer
(‘Gold does not increase through trial by fire, it grows less, but faith is established and multiplied by the afflictions it meets with’ . - Matthew Henry (1662-1714))
I must apologize for the events that will transpire
When simply using my words is a trial by fire
With only seconds to act, I acted in haste
And with every second gone, several nights have gone to waste
I’m being forced to improve and I’m only falling back
For courage and resistance are among others I lack
Remaining to fight will injure us two
I’m not a murderer; I don’t want to hurt you
Completely necessary evil for the greater good?
Pave my road to Hell, as my intentions should
Lead me on a path I know so well.
Branch to the future or march on towards Hell.
I offer condolences to soothe the wound
Only asking you to stay tuned.
As I flounder and thrash towards the light
I can only hope that I am indeed right.