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I don't honor Easter
Bunnies hoppin' on one leg
I have no taste
For colored "peeps"
Or chocolate Easter eggs

Thanks to
Emperor Constantine
We have this pagan brew
I find the worship of Ishtar
Has me in a stew!

The holidays of pagans!
And to see events of Christ
Blended in with all of it
Has my stomach in a vice!

Take your rabbits
And your "Ishtar" eggs
I'll just have to pray
I'd just prefer to call this time
RESURRECTION DAY!

Research the above. Ishtar was a Babylonian fertility goddess. That's where the bunnies and eggs came in. Ishtar was later renamed ashtaroth. One of the members of the Demonic Trinity. Sounds like a good thing to worship, eh


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
My mouth is wrapped
in razor wire.
The less said the better.
Whole worlds are
caught between my teeth.
My eyes are betwixt
and between
Amalthea and Io,
calves of twin mothers.
My nostrils breathe
Sulfur dioxide
whilst I learn to laugh out
the mist of meconium.
My earlobes hang with
kryptonite. My throat is strangled
with biohazard.
My hair straps your shoulders.
My trap is your belly.
My hands? They flutter
doves in a waterspout
leaves in the wind to catch
in their web of vain galaxies.
I long to say

just
three
words

But deserts live
under my tongue.

Drilling
for
crude
oil
u
t
t
e
r
a
n
c
e
s

It takes only a moment
to say goodbye


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
3/26/2021
A zombie and a troll
Squared off one fateful night
All the ghouls and goblins watched
Expecting quite a fight!

But much to their surprise
The troll was quick dispatched!
He was dumb, and so outdone
He had met his match!

He WAS good at deception
But now the zombie reigns!
Altho he's in a fit of pique

The dead troll had no BRAINS!



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
Zombies love to eat brains I guess.
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@@@@ my gardener @@@@
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J
A
I
L
E
R
my *** is just a cell • and though
i'm watered carefully • my
life is living hell • i die
slowly in prison • my
roots cannot break
free • please plant
me in a garden •
for you are killing
me • give my roots a place to spread
save me from this fate • i will die sure
and slowly • please! it's not too late! •
i'm just some flowers in a *** • but i'm
living and i sing • respect that i have
purpose • for i'm a living thing •
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SoulSur­vivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine jarvis
(C) 12/9/2015
The sun went to bed angry.
It sliced itself on the razor's edge of the mountains. Bleeding all over the sky. Rivulets of blood seeping down into the dry River beds. Mars couldn't even soothe it. He glowed red in the sky. Its fury made the moon blood.

Then the sun woke up on the wrong side of the sheets. Dawn was depressed and looked like sludge. Morose clouds muffle my breath. Weakened my lungs cry out for air... And find only fog. The kind of fog that gives you asthma. I have COPD in my emotions, and dust has seeped into my brain.

I call out to the only relief I know. My words bounce off the sky. But later that day a single sunbeam burst through the clouds,  highlighting a pair of butterflies dancing together.

God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to perform...


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 8/15/2016
---

from
the
blackness
white
steam
rises...

much
like
our
insp­­iration


10W
soulsurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 9/30/2015
Poe
°°•●●☆●○•°°

to perceive with the mind of
Edgar Allan Poe
is to view the light in shades
and conceive of
purest black shadows
in the midnight heart of

BRILLIANCE


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc  
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 1/30/2016
I was going to write of Poe
but most people know his story

The point is he was a damaged
human being
but absolute talent
still overcame.
Sadly he didn't enjoy it and
Perhaps never did find the joyful
Meaning living a life in the Light

If you write dark poetry
WRITE ON Until you find the
Truth in the Light.

I may not "like" all of it
but I have a dark side, too
I've been through some very dark times
I write of my drug and alcohol addiction
But i DID overcome
Just because I write of Jesus Christ
(who literally saved my life)
doesn't mean I don't read and
appreciate the dark side

I'VE BEEN THERE

I will pray that you, too, will come to believe in,
And fully appreciate the Father of light,  
His Son, Jesus Christ, and the Comfort of the
Holy Spirit... this writer's way truth and life!
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