What if I had no control
Of bitterness, I of hatred bold
What I say is cruel and wrong
You and I don't get along.

What if we planted seeds
Of evil... we in hell conceived.
What if I was a serial killer
Uncaptured and spreading terror

What if I was unrestrained
In tongue wicked and untamed
Holding the bit between my teeth
A horse of wrath beyond belief!

Do you think it's weak to hold that in?
The pounding weight of horrid sin?
Please don't pronounce me weak!
All I want is to learn, to seek!

Yes, meekness isn't weakness
The opposite in fact! Ì now seek
Power under great control
Childhood toll I am old..

Lord, give mercy to preserve and save
From the cradle to the grave.

Day and night always fight twice
Sunset and daylight is gone
The sun oversees
And then moves òn
It's always darkest
Before the dawn

There is Darkness wielding her sword
Sunlight's cut down
without a word
She is soaked with her own blood
Yet no sounds heard

The pounding of the warfare
And the shuffle
We love the colors
Gray and purple
But we don't see
The sword fight scuffle

Nighttime throws her sparkling net
To capture earth until Darkness sets
Daylight pulls off
the stars she could get
They clashed with  
all the light beams met

The stars and sunlight are at war
They will be forevermore.


SoulSurviver
Catherine Jarvis

There are times when ranting  rhymes
Help a poet let off steam
They have a way of helping stay
The cursed waking dream

The devil's house has many trolls
Of every shape and size
They're usually the dark triad
Known for spreading lies

It is best to "out" them
Because, truth be told
They have a serpent fang for pen
And pure poison ink on hold

If they target you
The best course to take
Is to just IGNORE THEM
Then off they will break!

She ìs the devil's kingdom
Of hellish demon spawn
Poison snakes of every kind
Slither 'cross her lawn

A wicked cold shape-shifting troll
Who takes on every guise
From an angel to a scorpion
Spreading filthy lies

A slimy fat and blood-dark leech
horrid as can be
To an old and grey‐green mold
Which cosied up to me

Now she has me in her sights
A red‐head vulture hungry
For a Christian heart to eat
They spawn in every country

Should she continue on the cursed course
She'll be terrified to find
That the trail will turn on her
And she will lose her mind.

Light shuffles to my window
Muttering and weaving
Its breath is heaving
Derelict dawn
Yawns for lack of sleep
The sun slept
In a cardboard box
And now creeps out
Bleary eyed
Tired of begging
To pay for the bottle
Of Thunderbird
That will help it taste the day
It's creating.

Del Sol wears the
Solar flares like
Shrouds, the
Spiritual blindness
Of Jim Jones
Talking the earth
And its world
Of living things
To drink in the
Lemon Kool-Aid
Of light.

The only existing
Elixir to the
Ones tired to the
Marrow is
The drink of
Darkness.


Its breath
The beer
Which tells
The sober
It has
Drunk
Its
Fill.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

poetry. folded into my back
pocket marooned pages are
left frayed and friable like
leaves on the bottom
of a teacup

poetry. stancion of
formed glass emptied of
its torch by breakage
each shard a grain
of obsidian
sand

poetry. lamp of a great
beast structure struggling to
find its way through the labyrinth
Minotaur myths blackness
camera obscura to a feast of souls
who's meat is dusty tomes
skeletons in tombs
choking on their crusts of
parchment owls

poetry. oil of anointing
for to wrap the Christian
alive as he burns in
the garden of
Caligula

i am poetry. all of these
am i. a paper soul clipped
from an origami bird's wing
frayed like a homemade
leaf but never

empty


SoulSurvivor site
Write of Passage

Hey! Ladies & gentlemen!
All you girls and boys!
Put away TV remotes!
You have some NEW TOYS!

We have a job that's
just for YOU!
It's easy! You can TRY!
WE WANT A PERSON
IN THE GRAVE...
Just hear our slanderous LIES.

You know that woman over there?
She don't do as she should
She's had a hundred boyfriends
What's more she beats her kids!

You know that guy
downstairs from you?
Investigation's goin' on
Law Enforcement
knows about it
MOLESTING KIDS IS WRONG!

NO! DO NOT CONFRONT THEM!
WE have a way to delve
Heaven forbid they
know you KNOW
So they DEFEND THEMSELVES!

No. We'll do it THIS way...
We'll do it real SLY
Don't worry bout
a thing my friends
Do not question why...

Just go ahead and
spread the WORD!
Tell everyone! Their friends!
I'll teach you some other tricks
To help make their life END.

If we do things all just right
Use my sadistic guide
You'll see that we can
cleanse our world
By their SUICIDE.

Don't worry. It'll be easy.
It's quite simple to do
You will find that
you won't mind...

BE GRATEFUL IT'S NOT YOU.


SoulSurvivor
aka Write of Passage
(C) 3/13/2017


The creation of madness always begins
With SLANDER. Imagine. All of a sudden
"Everyone" is against you! You can't figure out WHY. BECAUSE YOU'RE COMPLETELY INNOCENT