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SøułSurvivør Dec 2024
In a former time and place
When men and boys did lust
Young woman taken, there no trace
Of innocence and trust
Flowers wilted, laid to waste
Diamonds turned to rust.

Plucked, the wilted Flowers
No longer 'Ladies" by the score
Were made to work long hours
Were called harlots. **s.
Catholic "laundries", hell in store,
They weren't seen anymore.

Into those laundries they were placed
To be beaten, and much worse
Women unmarried lost all face
So by the "nuns" were nursed.
To them were worthless & unchaste
So to this hell were cursed.

Many ***** while there, inside
These "homes for wayward women"
No matter how they wept and cried
Could not leave the "institutions"
Many children in them died
In mass graves of "absolution".

"Priests" were given sanction
To ****** these poor babes!
They were of the unction
Men of the cloth, so said!
They had no compunction
In damning the unsaved!

This story is a true one.
In Ireland were found
Mass graves under rock & loam
Women & babies... bound!

Sometimes folks should go to hell
I hope, sometimes, they DO.
I hope there's a special well
And that's where they went to!

Those nuns and benighted priests!
How often I've thought
They deserve the hottest place...

... and I hope they ROT!!


SoulSurvivor
2021



The last Magdalene Laundry in Ireland closed for good on Oct 25, 1996.

Also known as Magdalene asylums, Magdalene Laundries were cruel and medieval institutions in which women were imprisoned, stripped of their human rights and abused sexually and otherwise.

Women sent to the Laundries were deemed “mischievous” or “scandalous” at an incredibly young age and spent years and years of their lives doing penance for their sins, guarded by ruthless nuns.

The Laundries were disguised as rehabilitation centers for “fallen” women; in reality, the women rarely made it out alive from these places. A mass grave of 155 corpses was discovered in Dublin in 1993
SøułSurvivør Dec 2024
take a chance and roll the dice
bounce them off the boards
you're the type that cheats and hoards
indulgent in your vice

you're the princes, you're the lords
but take my advice
be careful, or you'll pay the price
what can you afford?

you look at me and chuckled
you laughed right out loud
you're so foolish and so proud
depending on your knuckles

your countenance began to cloud
your reserve to buckle
you lost your luck, i said "oh well"
your mantle is your shroud.



Write of Passage aka
Invisible ink
SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/18/2016


Thanks for reading
SøułSurvivør Dec 2024
~~<♡ unconditional ♡>~~
there are some out there
who have never felt

~~< truly loved >~~

i know that i feel like
that at times

i feel like a motherless child

unloved
unappreciated
unhappy

---[ needy ]---

if you feel this way
please know that i can
RELATE

that's why it is my
constant prayer
that i can

===《love unconditionally》===

no matter who it is
or how i've been
treated in the past

"love thy enemy"

if you love your friends only
how can that help the world?
****** and Stalin
probably did the same

i had a realization long ago
(after accepting Christ in my heart)

we have a hairbreadth of time
on this earth
you never really know a person's history
how they've been hurt

~~< perhaps they hurt just like you >~~

they may be bitter
cynical
vengeful
wrathful

LASHING OUT

have you ever felt that way before?
perhaps you can control your
emotions more successfully

maybe they feel UNLOVED and can't handle it

maybe
just maybe
they have a

TERRIBLE ETERNAL DESTINY!

don't you think they need some

~~< love & compassion >~~

TOO?


♡ Catherine
SøułSurvivør Dec 2024
Love is like a honeybee
On honeysuckle vines
Either lovers smell the blooms
Or they weep and pine.

The bee is so like Cupid
He goes from flower to flower
He will mate with many blooms
He tarrys there for hours.

He gathers pollen for the Queen
On his furry legs
The honeysuckle blooms do freely give
The fair bee will never beg!

But the bee is black and yellow
A warning meant for some
Who try to steal the honey
They will be undone!

For the bees **** sweet nectar
Of the yellow vine that's hung
But misuse the bee and make it mad
You'll end up being STUNG!! 🐝🐝🐝


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
SøułSurvivør Dec 2024
peripheral vision
---

sometimes you view
with your one eye
something
miniscule
in size

it could be a
flitting bat
it could be a
dusty hat

it could be a
fire's light
it could be
the dead of night

you can feel there's
something wrong
but you look
and it is gone

---

sometimes you hear a
faroff sound
you don't try
to look around

it could be a
lonesome train
it could be a
thing in pain

it could be a
funny fuzz
it could be a
static buzz

the windblown pages
of a book
but you don't think
and you don't look

---

something came
and touched your hair
it could be
your last nightmare

it could be
an errant fly
it could be
a fairy sigh

it could be
a sulphur wind
but you don't feel it again

---

sometimes you taste
something that's ill
it lies within
a tounge unstill

it is bitter
it is sick
like gone bad almonds
arsenic

you ***** my face up
then you pout
it's not your fate to
spit it out

---

something is
tickling at your nose
it could be
a sewer flow

it could be acid
in the rain
it could be
something
in your drain

oooo you believe you smell that smell

it's coming from the
pit of hell


soulsurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
(c) 5/25/2015


sometimes we need to
trust our senses
SøułSurvivør Dec 2024
When you are at your lowest
Your life seems null and void
When all your dreams are shattered
The storm you can't avoid.
There is a way to lift the heart
A way you can be buoyed

You may believe it's all God's fault
That's when you begin
To cut your nose to spite your face
You let the devil win

Because, my dears, IT'S HIS FAULT!
That putrid, stinking LIAR!
Don't let him get you mad at GOD
and take you to the fire!

Turn on the Monster Satan
At least give it a try
Destroy his works where he lurks
Give 'im a BLACK EYE!

Take care you don't REBUKE HIM
press him to the mat
Even the ARCHANGELS
Could not hazard doing THAT!

BUT WRITE A POEM ABOUT IT!
Why not make it TWO!
About the love of God above
And how He has helped YOU!

Take the trip and flip the script
Jesus is a friend
No matter what the obstacles
THIS IS NOT THE END!

Do not be despairing
God's hand's not weak at ALL...
Pray for good, it's understood
THEN WATCH SATAN FALL!!



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
2022
SøułSurvivør Dec 2024
the heart of trees
is strong and staunch
they exude power
through every branch

they're singing out
to calling birds
they woo and sigh
The wind their words

a canopy
With leaf is made
they bring us coolness
in their shade

no creature do they
shun... despise
their flowers rare
offering gifts to eyes

in spring they flower
in summer green
in autumn russet
their flames are seen

in winter ****
their branches bare
but they don't weep
in angst despair

for in the bud
which they will send
they bloom come spring
yes they bloom again!

they can be cut
to bring them pain
but never in vengeance
do they find gain

they make a home
for birds and bees
The lovely, gentle
heart of trees.



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 3/21/2016
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