was never the hero of
My own life. Nor did I try to
Be. I ran. No Red Badge of Courage.

No Olympiad. No laurels to be placed
On a head bowed in humility. I ran...
In the wrong direction. I had a Dragon
To chase, you see. No St George,
However. I wanted to embrace the
Monster, and take it home. And in
Doing so, i was severely burned
In the process.

I've spent a majority of my life
severely addicted to drugs and
Alcohol. Anything. ***. Amphetamines.
Acid. ***... Anything that could
Alter my pathetic state. I was the
Walking Wounded. Dead. My drug
Of choice was *******. Crack. It did
The job better than anything else
I tried. The euphoria a road to
That fabulous beast unlike any other.
That pipe and lighter its flaming maw.

But, ironically, the rock of my shame
Lead to the Rock of my Salvation.

And I finally ran... into Jesus's arms.



I've decided to write a book about
My addiction... and salvation. It's going to take up a
Great deal of time, so please. Thanks!



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine J̌arvis

A dove flies over
the stone angel...

feather drifts down.

Haiku by a friend
who also commented...

dove flies over
The stone angels uplifting eyes
A feather drifts down


Soul Survivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

like sardines
we're packed
in oil to be fresh
we are only skin and bone
we are only flesh

freeze-dried in the sun
sun kissed in the snow
we shuffle into boxes
for they are all we know

we will follow the leader
with sick soul killing greed
there's no place for freedom
of thought or word or deed

we don't pick at the wound
cover up the scar
God is just a building
and music in a jar



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
4/30/2015

earth and wind
spew cloudy corruption.
I bite the breathing blossom
trying not to inspire
inky irritation.
ignorance.
ignominy.

I inhale anyway.

how, after all, can one

stop breathing?



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 5/13/2017

America
All you people on the street
Going through hard times
You don't have enough to eat
You see, and yet you're blind

America, America 🇺🇸
Once beautiful and strong
America, America
What is going wrong?

All you people filled with fear
Stricken by disease
You're now aware.it is clear
You're dying by degrees.

America, America 🇺🇸
Don't you know you're ruled?
America, America
You're vaccinated fools

On your dark and dangerous trip
You try to find a way
But your golden crown has slipped
It's time for you to pray!

America, America 🇺🇸
You have lost your might
America, America
You had better fight!

With your nostalgic memories
You live in the past
Your great time is history
You knew is couldn't last.

America, America 🇺🇸
How you loved your gold.
America, America
Now you're getting old.

America,  America 🇺🇸
You've gone to the left
America, America
You will be bereft.

America, America 🇺🇸
You have played the part
America, America
You have lost your heart.

America, America 🇺🇸
Don't you  know I live?
America, America
I can still forgive!

America, America 🇺🇸
Don't you think it's odd?
America, America
You must again seek God.


Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
SoulSurvivor
Written 2007
Rewritten 2022

-
expect nothing to go as planned
except for the changes

expect changes in your plans
and you'll never be disappointed

[10W X 2]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/25/2016

I wrote this after my
yard sale was cancelled...

beauty in life's aspects
all within your hand
the rising sun
the setting moon
the gently shifting sand

the touch of horse's muzzle
eyes so brown and mild
the smell of brewing coffee
the laughter of a child

the feel of grandpa's callused hands
the grace of a ballet
the awesome dome of bluest sky
watching children play

life can be SO ugly
so many twists and turns
so caustic to the soul
as lye or acid, burns

take a moment of your day
to lie back and just reflect
on the goodness Grace has given you
in gratitude collect

all the blessings you have now
and those on mem'ry's shelves
place them fast over your ear
as though they were conch shells

listen to the ocean
listen to the waves
it is a song, it won't be long
before we're in our graves

yes... take those fond
remembrances
hold them to your face
they are to sway
like a sachet

lavender and lace



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis