~~~






a lone
heart like is a
crystal vase
without a
l
o
n  
g  
s  
t    
e  
m
e
  d
  r
o
s
e

There are so many poems
making music
of their own

They are in my
ribcage
beating on my

BONES!

(ouch!)


20W
Soul Survivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
(C) March 20, 2014

~~~<{♡}>~~~

more
powerful
than
a
wrote
prayer
in
an
empty-hearted
sanctuary
or
wavi­ng
cencer
or
cathedral
*****

more
elusive
tha­n
the
shadow
of
hum­mingbirds

harder
to
grasp
than
the
smoke
of
­a
joss
stick

tranqu­ility
is
as
the
eyelash
of
a
butterfly
to
th­ose
who
don't
underst­and
God
and
nature

for
nature
has
been
created

balance
and
completion

without
that
there
can
be
n­o

PEACE


­soulsurvivor aka
write of passage aka
invisible inc
(C) 7/6/2015
rewrite 2025


It's very difficult to
be serene in the modern world

Nature is the God plug for me

I sit outside for hours talking
to my Creator. It is my Church

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hello, blank page.
you invite me to
fill your ******
surface with
the inky blemishes.

words of woe.

you've never known
pain. loss. heartache.
you've never known
hunger, want, or war.
never been *****
or pillaged.
denuded of all
grace and dignity,

until now.
but, no. I won't
wake you in this way.

blank page.
there you are, still.
I will not use a
forceful pen, now.
but the tender
strokes of love poetry.
you will blush
yourself to the shades
of a peach.
in a passionate, yet gentle,
hand will I take you to

******

perhaps i will, with
an expansive hand,
inform you of nature
or faraway places.

or with the greatest care
illuminate your barrenness
with the most beautiful
calligraphy.

fill your blandness
with great truth
and enlightened ******.

beatific beauty

but for now
I only touch you,
and inform you of
your nakedness.
you've been willfully
ignorant.

you are,
after all,
only

FOOLSCAP


SøułSurvivør aka
writè of passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 6/23/2017

soft
candle's
glance
on
amber
rings

the
moist
temple
where
­blon­d
hair
clings

dark
whiskey
eyes
under
chandelier's
swings

t­he
­single
note
where
a
cello
sings

i
stop
and
contemplate
these
­th­ings

unlike
puppets
we
had
no
strings

no
we
had
golden
nighte­n­gale

wings


soulsurvivor aka
write of passage aka
invisible inc
(C) 8/32/2015


a poem about my first love

i still think about him
from time to time