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Nobody is born
With a strong heart,
A broad mind,
And a giving soul -
These attributes
Come from exercising your spirit,
And reaching within.

By Lady R.F ©2015
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
Sidewalks swallow
testimony
of the
transient
prophet
pulling
a bottle
from
the
faithless
pockets
of
passersby

He walks
and
has
a final glimpse
of the
brakelights
as they
rush
up
to
the
red
light

He's
alone
in
a
city
of
stone

millions


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/12/2017
A train-of-thought poem.
I lived in LA for 6 years.
Glad to be home.

Missing Persons wrote the song.
  Jan 2017 SøułSurvivør
wordvango
more toes in the river bank
more jaunting through the clover field
more watching the sunrise
more catching your eyes in mine

moresmilesmore laughsmorecakes
icecream
more popcorn spilling when crying
at sad movies

less work less hate
less white on walls I want
colorlesscubicleinsanity

less cell phone *******
the notifications the calls
Less taxicabsskyscrapers
concretemortuaries

more flowers
more handshakes
more hugs more sweetness
more of feeling

less of reality
Tv
moreoldmovies

more tears
  Jan 2017 SøułSurvivør
The Dedpoet
Notes, musical keys, rythmic changes-
A modification of the Word
Which purifies her soulfulness
And expresses clarities in the fog,
The hint of Dickinson in her words,
The scent of reality in her reflection,
     The words become a path:

One wet summer I heard your words,
The vibrant sky breaths
And the sun became as embers
Of poetic sacrifice,
Through reading your poem
I became as a double being,
Movement began
A sudden dispersion of birds
Followed by the Humm of water
On stone,
Murmurs of infinite moments
Painting them all like some
Poet Saint,
The words became a lineage
To the unfathomable depths of you,
In the helix of hours
The beat of the sea and the stilled
Shimmers of light on water can be found
In the edification of her poetry;

Master strokes,
Like a naked liberation
Of a diamond body beyond
A turquoise sunset,
A co concubine of words
That form constellated meanings
Among the pnumbra,
Reminiscent of the March of hours
In which the words come
And a fixed glitter in her eyes form,
The form of woman,
A form of dizziness
Like a dance of wind and water,
I read between the words,

    Vicki,
         Vicki,

I imagine a lamp in the middle
Of the night,
A pen and a womans scorching
Words as God had spoken
The First Word,
Like a moon in heat in midday's
Grasp, she counters every word
Of expression
Like a cell for my tortured soul,
She became my solitary star,
I wander in her hours,
Hungry for more words,
A memory inventing itself,
Masterfully,
She makes the sky walk the land.
For my infinitely talented friend Vicki.
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
Sung to the melody of Our Great God

In this temporal universe
Worlds in worlds spin 'round
From galaxies so wondrous
To the smallest quarks they've found

From dwarf stars on to nebulae
To birds who wing the poles
As far as telescopes can see
The Eternal Story's told

HALLELUJAH!
They Sing to our Great God!
HALLELUJAH!
They sing to our Great God!

From ocean's trench to deepest space
From phosphorus fish to star
Comes invitation to our race
To praise this God of ours

There is music in the spheres
And birds who fly above
If only we would lend our ears
They'd tell us of His LOVE.

Chorus

He paints the sunsets and the dawn
He beckons from the moon
He tells us heaven can be ours
If only we would learn

If celestial bodies resonate
And waves sing in the sea
If all the mountains can relate
This Story... *why can't WE?

Chorus



SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/12/2017
The best version of this song is
Fernando Ortega. The next is
Mac Powell & Fernando Ortega's
version. Please listen to either one of these!
Our Great God is a marvelous praise song!
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