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SøułSurvivør Feb 2017
They are in the movies
They are on TV
You'll want everything they "have"
But, baby, it ain't free
They go about streets looking
I think you will agree
They will make you "better"
You, too, can be OT!
Just like John Travolta
Tom Cruise, Kirstie Ally
They target you to have you test
Your personality

Do you REALLY feel good?
Or are you kinda stuck?
Are you checking every box?
Or are you out of luck?
Well! They have the answers
To bring you from the muck!
YES. It is expensive
A few THOUSAND BUCKS!
You want to keep on paying?
Out those thousands shuck!

You do your engram Clearing
You do your TRs
You go through them religiously
You do them for hours
But you feel no better
And still the money showers...

Finally you're OT VIII
You're way past being "Clear"
But you still feel angry
You still have a lot of fear
On top of that you are in debt!
Your LIFE is in AREARS!
If you decide to LEAVE them
They'll pester you for YEARS!

If you go on staff
Folks, it is much WORSE
They'll own your life
A BILLIONS YEARS! They will be a CURSE!
But THAT is for another time
I'll tell you, of course
For now I will not speak of that

Then I'll SHOUT until I'm HOARSE!!!


Catherine E Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
(c) 2/22/2017
I've decided to go on Hello Poetry, Twitter, and Facebook to FIGHT this odious
Cult. They've hurt THOUSANDS
perhaps MILLIONS with their pernicious
policies. They nearly destroyed MY LIFE.

I will be on HP occasionally.
But, my fellow poets, I MUST DO THIS!
If I can stop ONE PERSON from becoming
entangled in their web of deceit & destruction
it will be WORTH IT!

I STILL LOVE & PRAY FOR YOU ALL!
SøułSurvivør Feb 2017
(sung to Zach Williams song CHAINBREAKER)

Is there a void of heart you just can't fill?
Do you push the same 'ol weight
up that same ol' hill?
Do you find you cannot change
by your own will?

Well. Christ the Lord of lords
AND HE'S RISEN STILL!

HE'S THE ONLY ONE
WHO'LL STOP THE RAIN

BY HIS BLEEDING STRIPES
HE'LL TAKE YOUR PAIN

HE TOOK THE WEIGHT OF SIN
YOU'LL HAVE NO STRAIN

WASHED AS WHITE AS SNOW
YOU'LL HAVE NO STAIN

HE WALKED THE EARTH BACK THEN
AND HE'LL COME AGAIN

KING OF KINGS, LORD OF LORDS
AND HE STILL REIGNS!


Do you find there are roads ahead
you just can't see?
People fall away, and don't agree?
Your "mighty" ship breaks from port to lee?

Jesus calms the storm...
He'll make you FREE!*

CHORUS


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/18/2017
Sorry I haven't been around.
My phone is overheating
so I use it sparingly.
But this song was on my heart...

♡ Catherine Jarvis
https://YouTu.be/JGYjKR69M6U
  Feb 2017 SøułSurvivør
Nishu Mathur
In the pursuit of happiness I walked the roads,
I stopped at milestones, leaned on posts.

I saw a flock of birds in flight,
Rings of gold.. an orb so bright.
I looked around at mountain walls,
The raging sea, white frothy falls.
I looked up at the sky serene,
The valley lush a summer green.
Banyan trees with leaves  bedecked,
Gulmohars lined with blossoms red.

Faces walked engrossed in streets,
A touch, a nod when eyes would meet..
Saw hunger, anguish, weary eyes,
Sorrow, terror, shock, surprise,
I saw the tears of loss and grief,
Faith, resilience, resolve, belief.

I heard the laughter of a child,
I saw the magic of a smile.
A hug, a kiss, a warm caress,
A helping hand that love expressed
I felt the cord of love that binds,
Hearts across the world and time.

I found happiness in little things,
In nature that surprises springs..
His art, the colors that I saw,
That left me breathless, full of awe,
Happiness in that special touch,
In smiles, laughter, that gentle brush.
In kind words that wonders do,
In love that breathes life anew.

In all things that I could see,
I knew happiness begins with me,
Within me what I see or do,
The trail of thoughts I send to you.

And happiness is what I found,
When happiness was spread around.
SøułSurvivør Feb 2017
palette
russet, olive hues
yellow ochre
bird's egg blue
vastness held
within a bowl
turned over earth
to heal and hold
moisture from
the morning rain
thus the painter's
eye is trained

cadmium white
a fan-like brush
sketch mare's-tail clouds
an artist's touch
far horizon
grayish blue
a woman reclines
in the ****
her form reveals
the breasting hills
her hips the mountains
hushed and still
mid-ground
blurs of olive cacti
the saguaro
rise like hackles
Palo Verde lie in lumps
yellow flowers
bloom in clumps
point of brush
tweaks out the trees
turn of branches
stippled leaves
small are they
to catch the light
but the moisture
loss is slight
ochre foreground
brownish stones
blue-gray shadows
light source shown
grayish purple
prickly pears
ocotillo
here and there
spindly with splash of red
barrel cacti nod their heads
buff highlights
bring out the sand
thus paint creates

this desert land


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/13/2017
Spring morning after a rain.

In the desert the leaves of the trees are small so that only a slight amount of moisture is released.
I have been very blessed, by each of you.
For your Poetry, have touch my life.
Each of you have written from the heart.
Things that have touched my heart and life.
Each of you have done things that have touched me.
For each of you have talents and gifts from Christ.
That has been used to not only Blessed me here.
But have been used to Blessed others here too.
I am much more Thankful for each of you all.
I want you all to know just how Special that you are.
  Feb 2017 SøułSurvivør
Ramin Ara
Never
Doubt
To
Power
Of
Prayer
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