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SøułSurvivør Jul 2019
Mars, they say, is God of War
Venus Love...
But not no more.

Mars is red, an angry shade
With knuckles like
A sickle's blade

His right hook
has some might in store
He lays her on
The threshing floor

There he whacks
The chaff from wheat
She's just a dog
For him to beat...

Mars is red
Venus is blue
Black as well
A nasty hue

Her friends tell her
To up & leave
For all the beatings
She's recieved

But she knows
That if she leaves
He'd find... and ****
With none to grieve.

So she stays down
On knees to pray
That Mars would simply
Go away...

He will not
She's bound to lose
Red & blue...
A purple bruise.

Finally she'd had enough
Packed some food
And all her stuff

Before he could
Wake up to belt her
She went into a caring shelter

He searched and searched
But never found
His goddess was
Nowhere around

He drank and drank
His days away
Finally t'was
As she had prayed

Mars hit bars
With liquored breath
He finally drank
Himself to death.

Mars was red
And Venus blue
But now she's FREE

She could be YOU.

.



SøułSurvivør
4/20/2018
This poem has been in my drafts for a long time. I was hesitant to post it, because it has very violent content. But something told me recently that I should put it up. Maybe there's someone who needs to read it, I don't know. All I know is that if you are a battered woman there is help out there. You don't have to suffer in silence anymore!

I was battered... ONCE.
I ran away and called the cops & that was IT for HIM. But he stalked me for 2 years before he finally gave up. I'm lucky to be alive!
SøułSurvivør Jul 2019
Of chancellery
Egyptian charm
Rosetta stone
Within his arms
He never thought
He'd do her harm
He kept her safe
His special cairn.

Upon his altar she was set
Phylactery, his amulet
Tears of gratitude he wept
For such a prize
As what he kept

But though she had
The center stage
All the time
She fumed with rage
He was a fool
She was a sage
So he kept her
In a cage.

Then one day
Whilst fool was sleeping
At her feet while
She was weeping
She spied a weapon
He was keeping
He had sowed...
... now he was reaping!

A candlestick
Of leaded weight
She reached out
Of the cage's gate
Though she was
In prisoner's state
She knocked it off
And sealed his fate!

This was not wisdom
To break his bone.
For she was then
Quite well alone
Yes... she'd put him
In his tomb
But, caged, she had then

Sealed her own
.
Be careful what you make an idol...

Sorry I haven't been around. I don't write poetry so much anymore. I'm working as an artist now. Thanks for understanding.
SøułSurvivør Jun 2019
Who will climb the stellar stair?
Who will know the wonders there?

What will give transcendent worth?
Free us from this weighted earth?

How will we leave this fallen world?
What can save us, boys & girls?

The man (or woman) who is "pure"?
Can THEY help you? Are you SURE?

People who are SO devout
Are THEY certain they'll get out?

Those who think their minds equipped
To build an interstellar ship?

They sit and ponder,  as earth dies,
How they can go live in the skies!

But there are those who still Believe.
They pray to God, Who's greatly grieved!

If you want to leave this vice
Let me give you some advice.
PUT YOUR TRUST IN JESUS CHRIST!

He's the One on Whom to call!
He will free from Satan's thrall
He's the Savior of us ALL!

The devil sifts, as with a sieve
But Jesus died that we might live!

How can we think that our own power
Will save us in that final hour?

We cannot work for it, nor buy it!
It is God's gift... please don't deny it!

A giant gap, 'tween us and God
He is HOLY! it's not odd!

With an Apple Adam drove the wedge
With wood and nails Christ built a BRIDGE!

It happened when His life He lost
God's Mighty Wrath... spent at the cross!

Then, buried like a seed... a Rose
The RESSURECTION! He AROSE!

You want to leave this devil's lair?
Jesus calls you... and He CARES!
His sacrifice put that bridge there

JESUS CHRIST... THE STELLAR STAIR!
John 3:16
SøułSurvivør May 2019
Oh, My Father,

We are blessed.
In Your Name there's
Holiness
Let all the Earth
Bow down, attest,
Beneath Your wings
We finally rest.

Oh, Jehovah,

Let us see
And do Your Will
Effectively
Let Your Kingdom
Finally be
Your Will is what
Will set us free!

Jehovah-jireh

You'll provide.
Let us put all fears aside.
You bring us bread,
Fish on the tide
In Your blessings
We reside!

Jehovah-Tsidkenu

Our righteousness
To forgive is such a test!
By Your forgiveness
We can bless
Others... with them
We won't wrest.

Jehovah-Nissi

Victory waves!
Let Satan leave!
He is depraved.
Let him not tempt us
To the grave!
For, in You, we may be
SAVED!

Yours is the power
Glory send,
And Your Kingdom

NEVER ENDS

We were in a
Deep, deep pit...
An endless journey
Hellbound trip!
Now our feet
Will never slip,
And with the armor
We're equipped!
Matthew 6:9-13
Luke 11:2-4

I have a lot of faith this rhyme embodies the heart of Jesus's Model Prayer... suggestions welcome!
SøułSurvivør May 2019
Primary colors
Etched out of black
scratchboard

Longings out of sight -
Peripheral vision blind

Rhythm out of rhythm
Rhyme within rhyme

Hanging midair
By a pendulum mental thread

Threadbare patches
Cover the distressed
Whole cloth

Agonizing, but sitting in
My comfortable chair


Only seven words
But conveying

So much.
Does ANY of that make sense?
In a weird mood...
SøułSurvivør Apr 2019
I don't honor Easter
Bunnies hoppin' on one leg
I have no taste
For colored "peeps"
Or chocolate Easter eggs

Thanks to
Emperor Constantine
We have this pagan brew
I find the worship of Ishtar
Has me in a stew!

The holidays of pagans!
And to see events of Christ
Blended in with all of it
Has my stomach in a vice!

Take your rabbits
And your "Ishtar" eggs
I'll just have to pray
I'd just prefer to call this time
RESURRECTION DAY!
Research the above. Ishtar was a Babylonian fertility goddess. That's where the bunnies and eggs came in. Ishtar was later renamed ashtaroth. One of the members of the Demonic Trinity. Sounds like a good thing to worship, eh?
SøułSurvivør Apr 2019
Woman in Tatters
Woman in Bloom
A woman who matters
A face on a tomb

She sits in a corner
Having painted the floor
Nowhere to go now
Can't run anymore

She stands on a hillside
Her guitar strumming colors
Her pick hits a chord
Harmonizing with others

She lies in her bedroom
Fists punching the air
Boxing at shadows
There ain't nothin' there

She marches the streets
Her face shines like the day
She links arms with Titans
And blows them AWAY.

Her face is slow cracking
She dances on doom
Woman in tatters

Woman in Bloom.


Catherine Jarvis  (c) 2019
Poem for a friend. Been there. Done that. Got the t-shirt.
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