Sugar tastes so very good
But there is a catch
The white stuff has addictive power
No Other Drug can match!

It lures from every magazine
It's touted on TV
It shouts from the convenience stores
You can even get it free!

(Chorus)
You may love the sweet stuff
It's so wonderful to use!
But those pounds will pull you down
You'll sing the Sugar Blues!


Sugar is pure poison
It causes so much pain
And its base addiction
Is so hard to restrain!

Diabetes isn't far
And it sure isn't cute
I have a suggestion...

Buy yourself some FRUIT!

(Chorus)




SoulSurvivor 2016

Rollin' rollin', keep on scrollin'
This will get your head a'bowlin'
See how straight those ***** will goʻ
All those pretty pins lined in a row

But'cha don't want your mind straight do ya
You want a ditch of filth to stew'ya
Your brain becomes a marinade
Of things unholy... devil made.

Those New Age crysta-Koolade drinks
The poison spirit guide mega kinks
Will **** ya and destroy your brain
When you're dead you'll be insane

You pass up the truth, this land
Will mostly reject Jesus han̈d
Thet will follow folks 'o' fame
.Lady Gaga rather than Jesus' Name

So breeze on by, you coins for the well
You are goin' straight to hell,
I wish you'd read, I wish you'd turn
I WISH REPENTANCE COULD BE LEARNED
IF IT'S NOT, FRIEND, YOU WILL BURN!


THANKS FOR READING

invisible inc aka
Write of Passage aka
SøułSurvivør

Catherine Jarvis

Envy is a strange emotion
you get caught up in the motion,
thoughts that give you the strong notion
others are more blessed than you
in what they have and what they do
and so jealousy ensues.

I'm an amateur and I know it
I have no background as a poet
I have no sheepskin. No degree.
No tenures. University.
I'm just here to simply state
I don't rank there with the greats.

When I see the stats of other folks
I don't poke fun and make rude jokes.
Yes. My heart, it sometimes breaks
Do I have the art it takes?
It sometimes makes me sad and blue
I would like to be like you...

but honesty is my ego's salve
it takes time I do not have
I'm happy with the things I've done
I am here to have some fun!
I'm also here to be inspired
Your poetry makes my level higher!

This goes out to loving peers...
thank you all for being here!


♡ Catherine
I'm not envious of other poets for
their stats. Often it's because they read
more than I do. I only wish I had more
time and educatio!
God bless YOU ALL

SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Here I am on the train again
Been here since I don't know when

All around are shooting sharks
I'm on a train that's sending sparks ✨️

The sparks fly up just by the glass
It cracks from them as they pass!

I'm convinced that I can manage
But all around me there is carnage,,,

God forgive me!  I hurt a friend!
I deserve a painful end!

I now see where I was blind!
I repent!  For being unkind!

I'did more! I need the rod!
I was a fool to Almighty God!!

I thought I was a little lass
But I was just a big *******!

I was offensive! Believing lies!
I was abhorrent in God's eyes!

I went along with my friends game
I must repent in Jesus's name

I laughed along with my old ranking
I repent Jesus! I deserve a good spanking

I am in horror! How could this be?
I spat at God... AND HE SET ME FREE!


SØUŁSURVIVØR.
Catherine jarvis

I knew I i offended! But I'm slow...
This should have been written years ago!

‐---‐    ----
<●> <●>

When looking in a lover's eyes,
All are foolish, none are wise
None can hide, there's no disguise
No room for sophestry or lies

The iris is a limpid pool
Making Eros loose his cool
Cupid launches ships of fools
The pupil grows dark and full

We fit, baby, hand in glove
There's no hiding
The Eyes of love

The apple of the eye is dark
Cupid's arrow meets it's mark
Morning light can be so stark
When nightingale becomes the lark

We know that sanity is over
When we stop running for cover
Let the rain fall! Four leaf clover
All the world loves a lover!

Our amour is from above
There's no hiding
The eyes of love



SøułSurvivør
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc.

Catherine Jarvis
(C) 9/2017

RED

passionate rages of
body and soul

the ardent obsession
of two  genders to
merge into a
whole

lovers swept into
an ****** of desire

two Phoenix to die
in dust and ash
and meet fleet
again
in new life
of fire!

~
ORANGE

fire has cooled
age is wise to lust

two of God's creation
working together
under one yoke
habits understood
partners fair
and
just

~
YELLOW

love of family
refined as purest gold

give and take
young and old
parents sculpt young minds
children break the mold
go to their own families
to have and
to hold

~
GREEN

love for nature
creatures great and small

the beautiful earth
the sylibant shushing
waterfall
conifer pines and
russet leaves
that fall
floral offering
in spring
colts breaking from
the stall
summer's slice of life
and winter's pall
we love the
burgeoning
beauty
of it
all!

~
BLUE

love of friends you
hold so near

a shout out to buddies!
loud for all to hear!
forgiveness and
compassion
for those who hurt
and fear
those you like and
those like second
family
dear

~
INDIGO

who can understand
this love so often missed?

love for spiteful enemy
who've wished
only evil for you
even kissed
your cheek
or your lips
in lover's bliss
now turned
and are
snakes
which
hiss...

~
PURPLE

the greatest love
the one most won't applaud

an irony.
HE'S THE ONE WE
SHOULD MOST *LAUD!
tho we stand the
mountain
or in valley plod
in humility
most regard
as odd

love for
Abba Father
Jesus Christ
Holy Spirit

GOD



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine Jarvis
(C) 7/23/2016
Thanks for reading

There's no reason
To suffer loss.
Jesus died at such a cost.
Go to His feet
Upon the cross
Be refined.
Remove the dross.
Though by the waves
You're turned & tossed
It is horrendous
To be lost.

You endure and wonder why.
You suffer storms
And glowering skies
You see your loved ones
Leave & die.
You think you're free...
It's all a LIE
All the while
You weep & cry
Life is short
It's just a sigh...

Why have this hardship
All for naught?
Things aren't pointless
As you're taught!
Try to give this
Poem thought...

If you're born of God
You have a choice
Hear this message!
Hear my voice!
Forsake transgression
Every vice
You may want to
Read this twice.

We're beset by enemies
Who will do
Just as they please
We may burn
We may freeze
We may get sick
To cough & wheeze
We are beset
By some disease
But there's a mindset

And it FREES!

I'm talking now
To those elect
I hope it is
Of some effect
It will help in all respects!
Satan's power is inept!
You are GOD'S
And you are kept.

If you are His
You are His prize!
Don't listen to
All Satan's lies
Be circumspect
Be ye wise
Know God's power
Sanctifies

You will endure
All kinds of trials
Burning flames
High & wild!
God's not always
Soft & mild
He will chastise
A wayward child!

For that furnace
Burning flames
Burns the dross from
Those ashamed
This is no joke!
It's not a game!
You have God's calling...
BLESS HIS NAME!

He will heat you
Young or old
He will heat you
Weak or bold
He will refine you
Just like gold.

But there's a purpose
To the pain
To this fate we are constrained
So our love cannot be feigned!

But

He catches tears
Which fall like rain...

Of this fact you can be sure.
It will help you to endure.
He wants His Bride
To be pure.

When he sees
Your metal shine
Pure of body... Pure of mind
And to your mirror
He's inclined

He will see your
Beauty. Grace.
Because He'll see

HIS PERFECT FACE.



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine Jarvis
(C) 7/31/2017
I have been doing a Bible study with a dear friend and sister in Christ. Because I have been enduring so many trials, we've been studying Romans 8. And many other scriptures, too many to mention here. But the study has been all about why Christians have to endure such suffering. This world, when it fell, became cursed. Everything changed. Adam had to work the soil by the sweat of his brow, and Eve had to give birth with much pain and hardship. The ground was cursed. Evil things came on to the world. And evil men and women. There is no avoidance of this fact. One must face it. But facing it with joy is a completely different thing. There is only one way to be joyful in this life while facing great hardship. God. The Father Son and the Holy Spirit. Jesus sent a comforter to help us through the agony of life. The Holy Spirit also bestows wisdom so we can sometimes avoid some of the pitfalls that may beset us.  The Holy Spirit knows all things. So you can have words of knowledge. I have experienced this. I've known things that there was no way I could have even extrapolated them. I don't know if there is this certain power that Satan can give people too. I imagine so since he can approximate everything God does. But there is a huge difference between divination and words of knowledge. Anyway, back to my point. The Holy Spirit also comforts. If you keep your eyes on God, Jesus, as you're going about your day, facing the struggles that you have head on, you will find that the tasks you have and all the insults to your Humanity will be unable to distress you. You will find patience in all things. And you will find joy and peace. if you lean on God and do everything unto Him, you will be much happier!

It's the difference between passing a kidney stone and birthing a baby. When your time of pain and sorrow is done, you have something to be joyous about! It's the difference between hard labor doing a senseless task and building a bridge. You have hope and joy of the other side of that construct! And what is the other side of the bridge for us believers? Heaven. And the Glorious Prospect of being with Jesus for all eternity. Having glorified bodies that will never get sick or be in pain. We will never grow old and we will never cry. What a glorious thing! but my favorite Prospect is Jesus. I can hardly wait for his return! I just don't want to be embarrassed about my service here on Earth. I want to hear him say,

"Well done good and faithful servant!"

Amen? ...AMEN!!!

I just want to thank everybody who's been reading me. The response to my poetry has been awesome! I thank you all!

I'm going to be reading tonight, God willing.
May He bless you all until then

~~<☆>~~

It's one thing to forgive
That is, indeed, a mark of character.

It's quite more inspiring
To forgive those

WHO DON'T FORGIVE YOU.

~~<☆>~~



SoulSurvivor aka Invisible inc aka
Write of Passage aka
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 2/2/20


Forgiveness does not come easy.
You never FORGET HOW YOU FELT/FEEL.

But it's rewarding to have something
which can never be paid for
except at great price...

P E A C E (out)

The desert has the eyes of hawks
Soaring wild and free
Hills painted with russet tones
Were once under the sea

The ocean floor is full of life
Cactus coral reefs
Mesquite flow with the currents
There is no change of leaf

In autumn nor in winter
There is no hint of fall
But many snowbirds come to roost
You can barely count them all!

Sometimes there is a dusting
Of slight, faint hearted snow
The mountains have a powder
With sun it quickly goes
Springtime brings more color
The Palo Verde yellow floes
Wildflowers in riot
And the subtle cactus rose

But summer? Ah, the summer!
Before the monsoon rain
Though we'll never get that much of it
No. Never much again.

The summer! Ah, the summer.
The desert's but a drum
For the beating incantation
Of a punishing, bright sun!

Not many stay in Tucson
When that drum does beat
Not many can handle it
The brutal desert heat!

That's where you get your sea legs
Under the pressing burn
If you can handle August

You're at the point of no return!



Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
SoulSurvivor

Catherine Jarvis
(c) 8/14/2016
Summers in Tucson or not for the faint-hearted. The house where we live has no air conditioning. We have a swamp box cooler. It's relatively cool when it's dry, but it's very muggy when it rains. This summer has been miserable. We've had a lot of wet weather. I'm sorry to complain, but I can't wait for the fall!

Part of the reason I haven't been on site, and I've been struggling, is due to this weather. The afternoon is time for sleeping. I've been sleeping quite a bit actually when I'm not looking after my folks.

Fall is right around the corner... Bring on (Rock)tober

knocks on the door
when it crosses your mind
~~~
comes in to dine
when you entertain it
~~~
but when you act on it
IT LIVES WITH YOU.



Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/30/2016

And you always have to
FEED IT. HOUSE IT
(rent free).
and, most importantly,
CLEAN UP AFTER IT

When Hope is Deferred
When you're at your lowest
Your life seems null and void
When 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!

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

I'm going through some of the hardest times I've never experienced. But I'm not going to be stuck in self-pity. What I'm going to do is destroy Satan's works by doing good. Forgiving my enemies. Praying for them. Praying for everything that I know it's along the lines of God's will. That's the best way to deal with this situation. God is still large and in charge! Amen.

soft
candle's
glance
on
amber
rings

the
moist
temple
where
­blon­d
hair
clings

dark
whiskey
eyes
where a
chandelier's
swings

t­he
single
note
where a
cello
sings

i
stop
and
contemplate
these
­things

with
lovely
­angels
plucking
strings

we
had
golden
nighte­ngale

wings


soul­survivor akà
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine Jarvis
(C) 8/32/2015


a poem about my first love
i think about him
from time to time
© 7 hours ago,

The legend of Bobbie Jo


The bar room was noisy
When Bobbie Jo sat down,
Her stage was like a postage stamp
Her eyes creased in a frown.

Her T shirt was faded
Her jeans full of holes
But her face had a beauty
Neither young nor old.

She slung the strap of her guitar
Behind her slender neck,
Six silver strings to strum
Six Silken Strings to pluck.

The instrument was battered
In need of some repair
But the damage was cosmetic
The music *lived in there.

Her hands were not that beautiful
Red tipped, raw *****, and small
They looked almost masculine

The first chord was a *drawl.

Hooked up by a chord
To an electric amp,
She tuned her instrument a bit
And put on a clamp.

When she began strumming
Live music filled the place
The cowboys kept up with their noise
But a smile crept 'cross her face.

The chords crept into plucking
A Flamenco kind of riff
Spanish at its finest

The laughter seemed to drift...

Off into the distance
And the familiar chords
Of country western "Crazy"
Hit the ***** Tonkin' boards...

"I'm crazy for tryin'
And crazy for cryin'

I'm crazy for lovin' you..."

Her voice was melodious
But it was haunting, too
Much like Joni Mitchell
But with a country blue.

Then the chords got lively
In a folksy slang

"The Night They
Drove 'Ol Dixie Down..."

The walls of that place *rang!

Baez could do no better!
The music did its thing...
Boy! That girl could play that box!
Man! That girl could SING !!!

The place was deadly silent
When she sang a blue
And it was a stompin'
When the beat picked up its tune!

It got to be midnight
The middle of the night
She had taken not one break!
The music? OUTA SIGHT !!!

It got to be 2AM
She still kept up her strum!
And the cowpokes
were tired clappin'
By the time the night was done.

When it was finally over
She picked up her case
The owner came over
A strange look on his face.

He said to her, "Young lady,
You made a helluva night...
The best sales here ever
And there was not one fight!
I want you on here permanent
Could you do that, please?
I'll give you $500 bucks a night
And I'll help you release
A country music album
You've written your own stuff...
I'll help you release it.
It's way good enough...

She said, "That's okay my friend,
I made $500 there
They piled the money in all night
It's right inside my jar...
So I'd best be goin'
The Greyhound leaves at five...
I'm headed for Nashville
I think I will survive.
Just remember me some later on
When you hear my songs
You can say I played here
And the music was real strong."

He gave her a wry smile
And he said, "You bet..."
He would sure remember
How could he forget?

She had to turn some cowboys down
When they kinda came on strong
She had a big ol' bus to catch
So she left alone...

No one ever saw Bobbie Jo again
But later on they heard
Her bus had an accident.
Killed everyone aboard.

But her legend still lives on
Where her music rang
The cowpokes swear
her ghost still plays...

Everywhere she sang.

SøułSurvivør
A looong poem! Thanks for reading
it all... for a guitar playing friend.

I lost my mind to find my heart
I mended ways and came apart
I lost what's taught to find the truth
I had to age to find my youth
I lost pride to find my dignity
I lost rebellion to become free
I gave up wealth to find true gold
I lost my life to gain my soul.

I lost my life to gain my soul
I gained my youth by growing old
By gaining Christ my life was sold
I lost my life to gain my soul.

Lost my flesh and found my spirit
I lent my ears just to hear it
I lost my eyes and gained my vision
I became whole by this division
Gave up the world to find such plenty
I became one to help the many
I gave up wealth to find true gold
I lost my life to gain my soul.

Chorus

I am the most when I'm the least
By waging war I found true peace.

Chorus



SøułSurvivør aka
Invisible inc aka
Write of Passage
2018

have walked along a road
That not many will take on
I have carried heavy loads
I've done right. I've done wrong.
I have held a pilgrim's pack
So long... so long...


Chorus
I am now a living stone
In a house which no one found
And I have felt my spirit groan
With no one else around

Alone
Alone


And I am still a living stone
I gave up, oh, all of Me
I am just a stone that stumbles
And I am a stone thrown free

Chorus

I am just a part of castles
In the sky & on the brink
I'm a stone cast on a pond
Skipping there at last to sink

Alone
Alone

Through many trials, Toils and snares
The slave trader came to know
Like him I know I brought it in
With the rock & with the snow...

But...

I know bruised reeds He will not break
A gut'ring lamp He won't put out
Though I'm rejected by the world
Here am I to scream out loud...

I'm not alone!
I'm not alone!

I'm not alone...


Write of Passage
3/18/2021

Lighthouse, built upon the sand
Of masonry so thick,
Wrought of gold and silver. Grand!
Built up Brick by Brick.

Your light"s the finest ever made!
Your precious stones, they glitter!
Babes around you laugh and Wade,
Butterflies swan. Bluebirds twitter!

You've worked so hard to build it!
You took such precious time!
You wasted not a second to sit
You wanted it Sublime!

It WANTED you to work for it!
It berated with a frown,
But when the storm and lightning hit
It came tumbling down!

For it was built on sand, my friend,
Those who built it did not care.
No Foundation held it, in the end,
It's destruction brought despair.

Ships there sailing on the sea
Crashed horrid on the rocks!
No one paid that they'd be free
They didn't walk their talks.

That lighthouse built upon the sand
It is deadly, friend.
But it is all so wonderfully planned!
So they built it all again.nn


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

There's a virus we all love
It's last name is 19
It has a "cure"! That's for sure!
The best there's ever been!
Honest! We would never lie!
We're first on the scene
All we do can cure you
Tho it is all a screen
You know why, 🃏🃏eye to eye
You are suckered for the green!
Our right hand holds attention
The left hand is unseen🪄🃏

CHORUS:
Give us your arm!
We'll do the hokey pocky!
It works 💪 like a charm!
Let's do the hokey Pocky!
No cause for alarm
Doing the hocky pokey!
We mean you no harm
'Til you've bought the farm
We'll do the hocky pokey!

Put your right arm in
(Doin' the hocky pokey)
Put your right arm out
(Doin' the hocky pokey)
You shake hands all about
You do the hocky pokey
And you're sickness all around...

THAT'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT!!!


Catherine Jarvis
2024

In another world, in another dream,
Things are very different,  they're not as they seem.

Your hand is your belly,  your foot is your head
Your eye is your heart, you're voice is a slap instead.

Angels, they surround you, devils in the hills
Wolves are at your bedside, dancing at your will.

It is su-per-nat-ural, it is a mangy beast
You just go and cast your spells
I don't care in the least,

It's su-per-nat-ural,  it's a flame, a fire
It's a bush never consumed,
A blaze that's climbing higher.

Nothing is as fiction, nothing is as fact
Nothing you can say out loud
Nothing to retract

Naught you need to verify, nothing you can see
It's the spirit, it don't lie,
It's the soul in me.


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis

Once upon a time
In a land so far away
There was a wretched kingdom
Were a vampire held sway

He was very ancient
Handsome as a knave
Dressed in black and silken garb
Was said to be quite brave

But such a cruel creature
He devoured the towns
The soldiers were all petrified
Would not defend the crown

So the King of the castle
Searched both far and wide
For mighty men of valor
To defend the countryside

Finally up north
He found a daring band
Of golden headed Vikings
To defend his failing land

The company of Norsemen
Could not be laidback
They rallied their army
And decided to attack!

They put no garlic round their necks
No ash stakes did they carry
They knew not the vampire ways
And so they were not wary

But oh! What valiant men!
They made quite a sight!
Scaling the vampiric castle walls -
IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT!

The vampire, Vlad the terrible,
Made a crimson flood
Destroyed every one of them
And feasted on their blood!

It was before morning
The darkest witching hour
Vlad finished dispatching them
His countenance was dour

Then a light came streaking
From the pitch black sky -
It was a Valkyrie!
She made a fearsome cry!

"You! Vlad the terrible!"
The ghoul looked up, aghast!
"You feasted on my Norsemen -
But I am here at LAST!!!"

The mighty female warrior
Shook back her golden mane
"You've killed many villagers
But won't do it AGAIN!!!"

The brilliant armored woman
Faced off the evil lord
He laughed, "You cannot slay me!
No! Not with that sword!"

"And for all your armor
What do you suppose?
Your sweet delicious throat
Is slender... and EXPOSED!!!

The Valkyrie laughed
She threw back her hair
She let fly her sword
It scissored through the air!!!

The dreaded Vlad was impaled
But NOT through his chest
Through his very garments
The great sword came to rest

To a TREE the monster stuck
Like a fly caught with a pin
He could not free himself!
And he saw the rising SUN!!!

He struggled against his cape
He'd have none of THAT!
But Vlad could not break the sword
So he became a bat!

Up he flew to escape his fate
But a ray of sun broke through
With an arc he burnt to spark
IT DESTROYED VLAD AS HE FLEW!!!

The Valkyrie, triumphant,
Cried out, "it is I!!!
For when there is a battle,
I decide who lives and dies!!!

I decide the outcome!
Tis not by happenstance...
Won't see you in Valhalla
You never had a chance!!!

So ended the battle
The Valkyrie WON.
The outcome was decided...

...Before it was begun!!!


Write of Passage aka
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
2017
© Mar

There are prints on the
insides of my eyelids.
Daguerreotypes for a
stereopticon.
The faces of people
with no smiles
Sepia tones
3D, but ìn a way
That you can tell is phony
Fake like blue roses
Left many yesterdays
On a grave,
Petals faded and cracked
Leaves missing from
The Styrofoam wreath.
Lost when the windstorm
Blew by.

My eyes open.
The dream gone.
All I see is black.
Black as raven feathers,
Black as a roadkill cat,
(All 9 lives gone)
Black as the deepest space,
Blackness that can only be seen
On the inside of a box

Buried

Six

Feet

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Imagine your beautiful
Window of Sea.
The creatures obseved
The lifeforms you'd see.

See the dolphin and whale!
See the conch and seasnail.

Shark and you the water float
You'd better get back in your boat!

See the crashing of the waves.
See the dead in watery graves.

Sealife swim and depths appear
Beneath water, sometimes unclear.

So like a certain kind of eyes
Which their mysteries they disguise.

There are many stories to be told
Within the eyes... the windows of soul.



Invisible inc aka
Write of Passage aka
SoulSurvivor
2022

Ah's a ramblin' blues man
Goin' 'round this big blue ball
Ah's a ramblin' ol' blues man
Goin' 'round this big blue ball
They say I ride a streak o' lightnin'
100 proof & 10 foot tall

Well, ah saw a Li'l darlin'
Down on High-way 66
Well, ah saw a Li'l darlin'
Down on High-way 66
Steppin' out on her ol' man
Went on in' ta Motel 6

We had ourselves a High-way
An' she liked all that I had
We had ourselves a High-way
An' she liked all that I had
But I slipped in some real bad stuff
I say that stuff was real bad

Yeah, we had ourselves a High-way
An' she liked all that I had
Yeah, we had ourselves a
High ol' time
Now she's leavin' in a bag...

She didn' know who she dealt with
Ah'm gonna tell you real slow
She didn' know who she dealt with
Ah'm gonna tell you real slow
Motel 6 off the 66

What's my name? Doncha know...?



SøułSurvivør aka
Invisible inc aka
Write of Passage
3/13/2021

You just lost a tooth
NOW she wants
To French kiss 💋 😜
She's crying in the bathroom
'Cause she "flunked the test"
You just lost your job
Here comes the IRS. 🥸

Ain't it irony
Ain't it Murphy's Law!
You have no money 💸
So you can't buy a job
You can't be saved
Except by Almighty God 😇
Better find him now
Cuz it may sound odd
Atheists ain't cool
That's all a facade 🎭

Just got a rug 🧑‍🦱
A bird poops on your head 🐦💩
Your wedding night
Your toe's broken on the bed.
You see in the morning
The beauty you just wed...💍
She started to snore
Noise could raise the dead!

Ain't it irony,
Ain't it Murphy's Law!
You can't fight it 🥊
Take it on the jaw
Mother of the bride
Points out every flaw🔍
Bride can't cook
You'll have to eat it raw
Give it to the dog
He'd kick it with his paw 🐶🐾

Ain't it irony or
Something else like that
If you knew what
You'd just shoot the rat 🐀
You know the drill
You've got the steps down pat
I guess you'll starve...

Or just eat your hat. 🎩



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis

I'm looking for Christian poets/writers to collaborate
with me on a book of poetry and witness. Tell your story in poetry or prose. There are few constraints, your walk with God. You must...

1. Be TRULY BORN-AGAIN or sincerely want to be. Not a Christian who "said a prayer" but now feels the Christian faith to be too hard and wants to leave.

2. Be in accord with the other writers (including me).  I'm very happy with harmony.

3. Shares my theology. Here's a YouTube poem which shows most of how I've read the Bible. Message me on the site message system.

https://youtu.be/rRXGks-0H9M?si=cpJci40axGMMf39L


Thanks for your serious consideration.



Your sister ìn Christ,

Catherine Jarvis 🙏🙏🙏

SOMEONE is stealing the silver around here.

I KNOW.

Some of my words have "i"s. 👀



🤣😂🤣 Cathy

You're certain that there is no God?
Do you know EVERYTHING?
Perhaps God is one of the things you don't know!



Apologetics in three lines!

AI creates beautiful flowers
Velvety with dew and in all ways perfect!
Bees are disinterested.


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis

Skyline like a huge
Sleeping dragon waking from dream
Towers stretch up


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis

She holds a joint and a blood filled flaggon
Rides a donkey with 7 heads like a dragon
It has 10 horns. She's got abominations.
She is hated by all the nations
Dressed in red, purple as well,
All dolled up for her stay in hell.
The cup's a mixture of Christian blood
And the twisted Word, which she so loves.
But she falls from her red beast
She is killed by defrocked priests
Red for ****** and purple for royalty
She's disloyal so gets no loyalty
She has stayed by the great waters
She will **** your sons and daughters
Don't look now, you'll fight and die
She'll say "the elephant" but she lies!
She's a Harlot! Depraved you see.
She fools the masses...
BUT SHE DON'T FOOL ME!!!  👹 👀 😡


Catherine Jarvis
Write of Passage aka
SøułSurvivør aka
Invisible inc

"For God has not given us a spirit of fear,
But of power and love and of a sound mind"

1 Timothy 1:7

As a Child of God I lift His flag
Unfurled it ***** ìn the stormy wind
My knee to Christ will always bend
Tìĺ my foes are as filthy rags

My enemy growls, my spirit gives
My foe is cruel, my Spirit's kind
The devil is merciless, a vicious mind
The godly mind loves justice and lives

A gentleness like a dove or flower
It brings unto all a still water peace
From the greatest to the least
We hàve the holy Spirit power

Because I have such a loving God
I know in safety my soul resides
In peace with God my soul abides
I'm no longer in revolt... at odds!

As a friend of the almighty
Prayer brings results that you can see
Delivered souls like you and me
Are the salt and light


AND WE ARE FREE!!



Write of Passage
SøułSurvivør

Catherine Jarvis

I'm frought against a merciless foe
Pitted with no sword or shield
All my life it seems  to me I'm
Alone against an angry world

All around me haters hate
In my life it won't abate
I am in a wounded state
A sad and lonely little girl

I look to the right I look to the left
At hellish faces pittiless
I ball up, of love bereft
It seems as though l can't unwind

I look before, I look behind
It seems as though I'm going blind
I need to heed the promises
Then some hope I'll surely find!

For angel armies night and day
Against my enemies arrayed
God receives what I have prayed
I now find Ch)rist!  I have His mind!

He presents the belt of truth
He gives me a strong breastplate
Righteousness against the hate!
Sandals of my peace with God
Hemet to protect my mind
Shield of faith... against the odds!

Then, at last, the mighty Sword!
All the armor is restored!

I will fight the evil one
Look out devil... HERE I COME!!!



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage
Catherine jarvis

I'm glad that I have forgiveness
I make so many mistakes
I walk at Great unforgiveness
I pray I have what it takes!

What it takes is love
what it takes is love
what it takes is love

Love is merciful. Love is kind
Love is give not take
Love has not an angry mind
Love Is Never fake

What it takes is love
What it takes is love
What it takes is love

Love forgets transgressions
Gives benefit of doubt
Love seeks not aggression
Love always wins out!

All You Need Is Love
All You Need Is Love
All You Need Is Love


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

Enraptured Zeus takes
License with Leda
Putting her to sleep.

In the guise of a swan
He led her on
So she would not weep.

She, a lowly water sprite
He, Olympìan King,
She was lead by him
She couldn't swim
Blowing ***** smoke rings.

So she dreamt of other waterfowl
Geese to be exact
They swam with her
The water stirred
Her silken garb enrapt!!

So in this pool
The little fool
Encountered Zeus' WIFE!!

The little goose 🦢🦢🦢 !!


SoulSurvivor aka
Catherine Ĵarvis
1/10/24

A little birdie upon my sill
Sang a birthday song
Her voice was lovely, mezzo trills
Her voice tripped over yonder hills
She bubbled all along...

"59 birdies" warbled she!
"A bird for every year!
They fly the air for all to see!
They fill the sky, so wild! So free!
Everyone will hear!"

"59 birds?" I just blinked and said,
"There should be another ten!"
The little birdie cocked her head,
"She's too youthful, so instead
We went and shut the pen!

So onward flew the fifty nine!
Different colors for every year
The birdies soared over the pines,
They sang and said they didn't mind,
They all gave a cheer!

Ì have just  reread my poem
Just for a little fùn
The number of birds
Was just absurd
They just gave a birdie blurb
They should be a hole in one!!



This is a poem for my sister's birthday card...
She'll be 69

🥰 Cathy

SøułSurvivør

Thought I'd have a cuppa
to assuage my carnal thirst
I didn't know what I should drink
who I should have first

I thought of my friend Jack
Daniels to his friends
Life of the drunken party...
But it's only 9am

Then I thought of Harvey
who'd come in from the coast
But i really do not like him
'coz he's a milquetoast

Ah! I know who's perfect!
Tho I could be wrong
But he's tall, dark n handsome!
So very hot and strong!

He's uplifting! RICH!
He makes my heartstrings tug
He is bold yet mellow...
... and that good lookin' MUG!

Yes. I think I'll try him
he's got get up and go
He's the deep and "brew"ding type

he's my cuppa joe!



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of passage and
Invisible inc

dragonfly
<>¡<>

o denizen of yonder pond
you are so brave
of me so fond

your wings are crystal
beauty's grace
you're here
then gone without a trace

your body shimmers
oil's hues
mauve and purple
green and blue

tho I love you as you are
I'd rather view you
from afar

tho your love you'd like to share

please don't fly
into my hair!



<>¡<>
I actually did have that
happen once

write of passage aka
soulsurvivor

Belief:

Jesus describes three kinds of soil
Upon which we labor. Toil.

1. We disburse seed upon the edge
Of the way, the trodden verge
There no soft place to plant is found
Hungry birds peck seed from ground.

2, The second type produces shoot
Joyful! Laughing! But no root.
No soil but rock 1 inch under
The seedling dies, it's no wonder...

3. This growth's root indeed goes down
But a choking **** beside is found!
The plant is stunted, has meager shoots
No wonder! It had twisted roots!

Faith:

Now, there was a different kind of ground called Faith,
It buried seed and gave it grace.
The loam produced so much grain
The Soft soil and spirit rain!
So much fruit grew right there
that harvesting workers laborers shared!

There's a difference between belief and faith
Only the last will see God's face.
Only deep roots produce rich trees
One must dig deep to produce these!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage

As a child I sat & searched
For rubies in the sand
I looked for blood red garnets
From the dirt within my hand.

I would look for hours
For a treasure trove of lies
I thought I'd be a millionaire
I wasn't all that wise.

Then I found a nugget
Of pyrite buried there
It was really Fool's Gold
But I didn't care.

Childhood is fleeting
So don't break it to your babe
That her cup of "rubies"
Won't buy a pauper's grave.

She'll dream herself a castle
In some foreign land
But the waves of growing up
Take the rubies in the sand.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
1/22/2020

I have walked along a road
That not many will take on
I have carried heavy loads
I've done right. I've done wrong.
I have held a pilgrim's pack
So long... so long...

Chorus
I am now a living stone
In a house which no one found
And I have felt my spirit groan
With no one else around

Alone
Alone

And I am still a living stone
I gave up, oh, all of Me
I am just a stone that stumbles
And I am a stone thrown free

Chorus

I am just a part of castles
In the sky & on the brink
I'm a stone cast on a pond
Skipping there at last to sink

Alone
Alone

Through many trials, Toils and snares
The slave trader came to know
Like him I know I brought it in
With the rock & with the snow...

But....

I know bruised reeds He will not break
A gut'ring lamp He won't put out
Though I'm rejected by the world
Here am I to scream out loud...

I'm not alone!
I'm not alone!

I'm not alone...


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
3/18/2021