In the halls of memory
I go searching for some truth
Like an honest man
Searching for a heart
Of gold.

From hall to hall
Door to door
Looking for Welcome mats
Or some other indication
That honesty is sought after.

I found a myriad of mats
With the trademark
Of various things to remember or believe.

Some had the faces and names
Of the men I have known.
Others friends I've held close
Or the enemies I've held closer.
There are stars on
The Hollywood Walk of Fame.

There are the logos of the magazines
I've read... page numbers of the articles of interest.
The symbols of faith
Buddha. Krishna.
The Arabic glyfs for Islam.
The double triangle of the "Church" of Scientology
(Bloodstained)
The Star of David.

Finally the ore of purest gold,
Also Bloodstained.
But the source of the blood is not mine.
It's the lifeblood of my Lord.
The symbol?

THE CROSS.



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis
September 2025

A gem that's worn on hearts of Queens,
A heart war Heros wear,
The heart of geodes, yet unseen,
The color of despair.

The colored mane of unicorns,
Pastel paint to ooze,
The deep prayer of the unborn

The color of a bruise.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis
August 2025

Empress of cacti
Queen of the Night
She is resplendent
A fairie in flight
Glowing... a phosphor
With her inner light

The moon, her companion
They dance in the dark
Wooing and spooning
A'courting a spark
But they'll hearken to morning
Yes... they'll soon part...

They mourn at their parting
Such is their plight.

Her face alabaster
Her fingers so slight
She's proud and she's perfect
Her shoulders pure white
Of noblest bearing

The Queen of the Night.



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 3/26/2018


The Queen of the Night is an orchid cactus. It's huge white blossom only opens at night to be pollinated by moths & bats. We have a variety of it in our yard... it's a wondrous sight in the moonlight

How are saints told they should pray,
The believers of our day?
What did our Lord Jesus say?
Should we go our heart's own way,
Or will it lead us all astray?

What does it say in Jesus's Word?
When it's read and when it's heard?
Is it nowadays absurd?
Or is an answer its reward!

When you pray in Jesus name
Your prayers will never be the same!
Answered prayers will fall like rain,
And faith will stake a larger claim
Upon your heart and doubt will wane.

Jesus is the Lord supreme!
In today's world,  what does that mean?
It's still the truth on which we lean,
This is all the Bible means!
By His stripes we are made clean!



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis
August 2025

Slammed to "Pick Up the Pieces"
by Average White Band

Life's a jungle I have found
Torn to pieces all around
There are foxes - there are hounds
Zoos where wild things abound
Just listen to the funky sound
Now we're going underground....

Underground where rabbits go
Down tunnels in a faster slow
It's all over, don't you know
Pick & Shovel, Rake & ***
You're down with it, on the low
Like you're Edgar Allan Poe
Feast or famine - friend or foe
It must go on... The Truman Show...



Jigsaw pieces - play the game
It is just a crying shame
Dance for dancing - Fame for fame
Break a leg and you are lame
No one'll ever know your name...

PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES


You're a tiger, nothin' nice
You've been bought, you had a price
Yeah, you tore off quite a slice
Well, some are men and some are mice
Some eat meat and some eat rice
Some are fire - some are ice
Some are ticks and some are lice
Let me give you some advice...

Just so you are never boring
While you're out there pimping, *******
While you're the one they are adoring
Just watch out for polished flooring
Don't break loose from your fast mooring
Into the pit you will be soaring
After that there's no restoring
Listen to the lion roaring...


Chorus


Here we are in the U.S.
We are pampered we are blessed
Sometime soon there'll be a test
We'll ride the Bronco way out West
The Magnificent Seven rides abreast
There's a new Sheriff, have you guessed?
With a tin badge on His vest
He does not play - He does not jest
I'm afraid, I will attest!

It won't be fun, just wait and see
It will be "pain" *with a capitol P!
On this bus, don't ride for free
This is not a game of Wii
There's a port and there's a lea
There's a shrub (Bush), and there's a tree
There's an us, and there's a we

There's a YOU, and there's a ME...

PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible ink aka
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 9/14/2016



https://youtu.be/xpflST8xWm8
"Pick Up the Pieces" extended version
Average White Band

Angels come in many forms
They hold out their arms
They are there, and they care
They're like hardworking moms.

They can see & hear us
Yes, they can hear our call
They're a mighty force for good
Even though they're small!

They can be as spirits
Undetected & unseen
Or they can be as we are
They CAN be as human beings!

So you'd best be kind to folks
You'd best have a care!
Entertaining angels
CAN happen unawares!

That's why I'm very careful
In what I say & do
I want to BLESS my angel...

Who HAPPENS to be YOU!!


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Cathy Jarvis
3/29/2019