I have walked along a road
That not many will take on
I have carried heavy loads
I've done right. I've done wrong.
I have held a pilgrim's pack
So long... so long...

Chorus
I am now a living stone
In a house which no one found
And I have felt my spirit groan
With no one else around

Alone
Alone

And I am still a living stone
I gave up, oh, all of Me
I am just a stone that stumbles
And I am a stone thrown free

Chorus

I am just a part of castles
In the sky & on the brink
I'm a stone cast on a pond
Skipping there at last to sink

Alone
Alone

Through many trials, Toils and snares
The slave trader came to know
Like him I know I brought it in
With the rock & with the snow...

But....

I know bruised reeds He will not break
A gut'ring lamp He won't put out
Though I'm rejected by the world
Here am I to scream out loud...

I'm not alone!
I'm not alone!

I'm not alone...


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
3/18/2021

Rolled on the tounge
The seed we swallowed
From Earth
Was ground by futile teeth
The vacuum of our mouths
Chewed consigning
Our births
To our legacies.

Eat it and you will taste
The GMO wax fruit
Plastic in the bowels of Poseidon
Grimy factories rotting
In the Chinese
Wastelands
Chernobyl of an
Economic
Meltdown.

Taste the dew
Black oil pushed
From the pores of
Nephilim.

Taste the rain
Corrosive acid
Which is an analyte
Immeasurable
No components
Could be
Its equal in
Nihilism
Bringing not
Chaos
But
Complete
Annihilation.

Persephone forever in Hades
And a blasted Demeter.

THE END

A million people drinking
Their lemon-flavored tea
A billion bottles floating
Upon a poisoned sea

Within each bottle there's a note
To peeps who find the plastic shell
It's just a slip of paper
From the manufacturer from hell.

The water pipes in old Detroit
Are poisoning kids dead
Because the linings have worn off
And underneath was lead

Pollution will run red as blood
The sun as black as coal
While the fat cats who caused it
Relax on sandy shoals.

How can we prevent this?
Is Recycling the way?
Hasn't helped much that I see

I prefer to PRAY.


SoulSurvivor
November 2021

Weeping through the watercolor window
Peering through the placid pane
There in widow's weeds she's waiting
Garments sodden by the rain.

There the drunken drops a'dreaming
Pelting down through leaking light
Joining with her surfeit sorrow
Wash away the skin of night.

There the bride In black, becoming,
Blonde hair streaming down her side
Remembers, gazing out, her garden,
Now she's trapped on the inside

To her tearstained couch she wanders
Back to grief which she endures
Cacophony will be her council
Affliction has no earthly cure.

There in the foyer of her fancy
Nothing is as she had planned
The harvest, problems she had planted,
Become the garden of the ******.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Maranatha! Maranatha!
The Lord Has Come!
The Lord Has Come!
Maranatha!
The Lord has come!
2X

When we lift our
hands and praise
Elohim, Ancient of Days
When we magnify his worth
We bring his glory
here to Earth!
We stir his presence
with our hands
Bring him down unto the land!
We will Proclaim him
with our voice
He is good! We have no choice!
For his breath has filled our lungs
Marinatha! The Lord Has Come!

Do you want to feel
His presence here?
Do you want to feel
Him coming near?
Sing this with me!
Do not cease!
He will come and he'll be pleased!
His Holy Spirit he will bring!
All you have to do is sing!
His Holy Sprit he will impart
As fire Leaps from
Heart to Heart!

Chorus


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022