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SøułSurvivør Sep 2020

One voice is red & deafening
One voice is black on blue.
One voice is silent reckoning
One voice is snarling news.
One voice is from the radio
One voice is never true
One voice is just canned laughter
One voice is from the pews
One voice is a ventriloquist
One voice is me & you.

Together they're an angry mob
Together they talk back
Together they're a force to rob
Together they attack...

Together they're a living sob
Together BLUE on BLACK.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
9/19/2020

SøułSurvivør Sep 2020

The Children of the Earth

We live in a velvet world
Soft. With comfort. Free.
We've seen only kindness here
Love and liberty
Each person here lives without fear
In health and dignity
There are those less fortunate
Who lived in war's debris
They weep and cry... they may die
Why can't we all see?

(chorus)
They are children bound in prison
Captives from their birth
Bound in chains, there lives restrained
By poverty's black curse
They are poor, and they need more!
They also have worth!
Can't you see? They must be FREE

THE CHILDREN OF THE EARTH

There are those out begging
Those who have no food
Those who have not medicine
Long ago approved
Those who drink of water
From muddy lakes & streams
Also used as toilets
Can you not hear their screams?

(chorus)

I don't want to hurt you
Or put you in shame
You're not the ones who did this
Not personally to blame
Just remember that you have the power
To END this wretched game
All children should play in peace

ALL CHILDREN ARE THE SAME!

Imagine there's a world
Where kids can laugh & play
In the warm, soft meadows
With flowers bright & gay
I will fight for their rights

I LIVE TO SEE THAT DAY

We ALL have RIGHTS AND DIGNITY
Fundamental WORTH!
We'll find a way
To help TODAY

THE CHILDREN OF THE EARTH.

SoulSurvivor
3/25/2017

SøułSurvivør Sep 2020

The Roaring of the Lamb

There's a place we all could go
Be captives there for hours
A place that in perception shows
Us giant moths & flowers...

We'd smell the finest perfume
From Mary's flowing locks
For Jesus's anointing
From her alabaster box...

We'd hear the singing of the buds
About to burst in bloom
Feel the wind that listeth
Into our tiny rooms...

For here we are in prison.
Here we are in chains.
But Christ has arisen!
His blood flows through our veins!
So no matter what is done to us
This fact still remains
We perceive the sound of heaven
THE MUSIC OF YOUR NAME...

JESUS!!
Your voice is deafening
JESUS!!
But it's still.
JESUS!!
Touch my heart of hearts
With Your mighty will!

JESUS!!
Lord of lords
JESUS!!
Great I AM
JESUS
You show Your awesome power

THE ROARING OF THE LAMB!

#lamb #jesus #god #paradise #prison #love #music

SøułSurvivør Sep 2020

Soul Flowers

Flowers of the soul are kind
They are our greatest treasure.
They bring about
such peace of mind
Beatitude and pleasure.
In love you will surely find
Beauty beyond measure!

The light through
stained glass windows
Makes love that's unalloyed.
The heart soaks up the colors.
Somehow they fill a void.

There's vibrancy of spirit.
There's unity to share.
There's peaceful loving pardon
There's music in the air!
You can find rest from worries
There is no doubt or fear.
Only sweet redemption
Yes! All those things are here!

If your being has a yearning
For joys which can't be told
Come and smell the blossoms

The flowers of the SOUL.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
9/11/2020

I thought I would bring a little beauty into a day which is so tragic. We must focus our minds on that which is lovely. Noble. Of good report. Those are the places to find peace. In the arms of our Lord and savior. Jesus Christ. I have a Facebook account and will try to send a link where you can see a painting this poem is based on. I painted it last year about this time. Blessings to all!

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=620924908784061&id=100025996732712&sfnsn=mo&extid=nGSi9Nquwmj9h8er

Soul Flowers. I invite you to look at this painting for a while. Know the detail. Then look at one part of the painting only for a few seconds. You will see the other parts of the painting move! This painting is alive! For sale. Write my inbox if you're interested.

PLEASE CHECK OUT THE FACEBOOK LINK! A PICTURE IS WORTH 1,000 WORDS!!

#peace #flowers #911 #soul #heart #god #jeaus

SøułSurvivør Sep 2020

supernova

💥

dust
of
creation
breathe
deeply
of
the
nebulae

dream
dreams
of
diadems
in
the
belts
of
great
hunters

Orion
strides
the
galaxy
as
we
gaze

get
used
to
weightless
heaven's
harbor

for
it
is
here
you
will
be

HOME

SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/17/2016

SøułSurvivør Sep 2020

birdland

everyone has a voice here
every note will flow
some of us are nightingales
some of us are crows
some of us are magpies
collecting shiny things
some of us canaries
which in the coalmine sing
some of us are larks
singing in the copse
some of us are ravens
gathered 'round a corpse
some are Laughing *******
who scream to beat the band
some of us are ostrich
with our heads in sand
some of us can "Twitter"
how we love our "tweets"!
some of us are silly coots
with funny orange feet!
some of us are toucan
with beaks that are outgrown
some of us are parrots
with a beak that's not our own
some of us are robins
hopping on the lawn
some of us are lovely
angelic, graceful swans
some of us are mockingbirds
yes, you could fit that bill
some are birds with feathers
which make a lovely quill
some of us are peacocks
great beauties, but a bore
some of us are hawks
which o'r deep canyons soar

some of us are eagles
symbols of our call
I welcome you to
birdland
where we are poets

ALL

SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/4/2016
All except for the parrots.
They need to be plucked!

What kind of bird are YOU?

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis

#love #poetry #truth #life #song #poets #birds #talent #writing #irony

SøułSurvivør Sep 2020

Tinsel Rose

~~{@}~~

Rose of faded tinsel
Its luster lost at last
Haughty harlot in high heels
She has a ****** past

She wears a
liquid liner smile
Her dress is sequined tulle
She has no taste, it's such a waste
Breaks every fashion rule

She sits there on the bar stool
She's already ******
Turn the card, her eyes are hard
Enough to break a bone

Oh my, what those eyes have seen
Those eyes give no grace
They're like poached eggs within
A wrinkled, haggard face

Do you judge her harshly?
Be careful if you do
The tinsel Rose, the Saying goes

But for God is

YOU

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
September 7, 2020

#rose #tinsel #harlot #hard #grace #god