SøułSurvivør

SøułSurvivør Feb 7

smooth
as marble
strangely warm
are her
alabaster arms

benieth
long bangs
a curve of grace
is her
piquant little
face

a waif-like
gamen little thing
she is a fairie
with no wings

a smudge
of feathers round
her head
she lies on tile

almost
dead

the world saw
her wounds and scars
but we don't
care unless they're

OURS

now her
pain is
in the
past

now
she
has
her
wings
at
last

(c) SoulSurvivor Aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

SøułSurvivør Feb 7

Alabaster arms

smooth
as marble
strangely warm
are her
alabaster arms

benieth
long bangs
a curve of grace
is her
piquant little
face

a waif-like
gamen little thing
she is a fairie
with no wings

a smudge
of feathers round
her head
she lies on tile

almost
dead

the world saw
her wounds and scars
but we don't
care unless they're

OURS

now her
pain is
in the
past

now
she
has
her
wings
at
last

(c) SoulSurvivor Aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

SøułSurvivør Feb 7

Duchess of Dawn

She sits a high seat
The Duchess of Dawn,
A sequin of silver
To skein of silk sewn.

She twinkles on peacock,
The hue of the haze,
The moon, just a ghost,
Bows down at her gaze.

He swears his fealty,
His heart she has won,
But she will bend knee
To the face of the sun!

A figment of dreamers,
A tear we all cry,
A rhinestone of crystal
On the face of the sky.

She has a light fragrance,
To her scent we are drawn.
But she's as a vapor,
Here... and then gone.
Her name is Venus

The Duchess of Dawn.

SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

SøułSurvivør Feb 7

Bare

10W

expression
lays
bare
the
soul

only
silence
reveals
its
mystery

Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
soulsurvivor
(C) 5/30/2015

Truly, what we don't say
reveals more about us
than a million keystrokes

Much like the spaces between the words

SøułSurvivør Feb 6

Bruises

bruises
are not
permanent

~ but ~

this is how
mine
felt

like the shadows
under the
dead tree
which leach
blackness
into the
groundwater

the tattoo
scribbled on my
skin as a teenager
with a thick
needle
and ink

~ your name ~

a port wine stain
birthmark
which extends
across
my
*******

skrimshaw
on my own
teeth

the
Rorschach patterns
which diagnosed
YOUR
mental condition

they shouldn't define

~ me ~

BUT SHOULD BE
IMPRINTED
ON YOUR
FOREHEAD

PERMANENTLY

SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 1/16/2017

I had an an ex-boyfriend who tried
to beat me up.
He didn't succeed. I ran to a neighbor
who called the cops.

He did manage to leave bruises, though.
I threw him out that day.

To all battered women.
My experience wasn't lasting.
But it left a lasting impression.
I can't even imagine how
you must feel!
I hope you find comfort and help

SøułSurvivør Feb 4

The Heart of Trees

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

SøułSurvivør Feb 3

Crack in the Clay

there is a crack
a crack in the clay
a crack   in the vessel for
water today . it is quite small
it's hard for to see . it's always
in you . it's always in me . the
master carries this vessel
for to bathe and to wash
and another sound
vessel which

is balanced across
his strong broad
shoulders . one on each
side . with a stick for to balance
both for the ride . the man dipped
his pots . w ith water to seek . but the
*** with t he crack in it began to leak
as the m  an passed . on his way to
his **  me . the leak in the ***
began to flow
W
A
T
E
R

S
P
I
L
L
E
D
down upon the verge of the path
where there were trees, flowers
and grass . the master looked back
where he had been . one side was
withered . but the other was green
a riot of colors from the blooms and
the trees . told that they had had
water . the master was pleased
so he placed the cracked vessel
in its own special place . and
walked away happy . With a

smile on his face!

soulsurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 6/21/2015