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SøułSurvivør Mar 2017
A Story of Scientology and the Mental Health System Connection

SEEKER

Now I can hear you saying to yourselves,
"So. You said you were smart. Why did you get involved with a crazy cult like Scientology?"* Well. Two reasons. 1) I was raised an atheist (Humanist), but had a seeker's soul. I became very spiritual, like I said. I also had a desire to HELP people. Humanity. I still do. But because I had a godless upbringing I was left open to deception. And 2) I found a boyfriend. Or, I should say, he found me. One of Scientology's tried and true methods of recruitment.

I had another friend, a ***** Jewish scientologist (yes, there can be that sort of thing, as you can be "any faith" and still be a scientologist... hmph!). She introduced us. I was impressed by two things. He was an instructor at the "Mission". And he could tell you things that seemed psychic. One of the procedures for impressing people to sign up for classes and "processing" was this. Doug would position you in a certain part of the room. He'd have his back to you. Then he'd tell you to walk away from him... then stop abruptly.
He'd be able to tell you when you stopped! And he could do it every time! This really impressed me. Until I found out he looked into the reflective surface of a large glass covered poster that was on the wall! Lol! What a con artistic magician HE was! HA!

I was totally gone over by the registrar (salesperson). She stuck to me like glue until she FINALLY figured out, Yes! I had NO MONEY! So I didn't get any training or processing. Which was a BIG part of why I stuck around. I didn't even read "Dianetics" by L Ron Hubbard. Doug told me a little about it. But most of his energy was expended trying to get in my pants... a fruitless endeavor to say the least!

He was instrumental in getting me up to Phoenix for the fateful "Flag Orientation Tour". The recruitment campaign which would change my life forever...

*Where I signed my life over to Scientology's Sea Organization for the next BILLION YEARS.
Obviously I broke the contract. How that happened will come in a later installment. If you have not read the first two installments of the story, please go back to them and read them. It's important that you get that background, in order to understand the rest of the story. Yes. I am writing a whole book right here on Hello Poetry.

I'm sorry I'm not reading right now. This book MUST be finished quickly. You'll understand why later on...

HUNDREDS, POSSIBLY THOUSANDS OF LIVES ARE AT STAKE.

♡ Catherine
SøułSurvivør Mar 2017
A Story of Scientology and the
Mental Health System Connection

BACKGROUND

I was born Catherine Eugenia Jarvis,  and I was a *horrible
child. The kinda kid that you'd LOOK for if she got lost... but NOT very hard. I was the sandwich child. The red headed one. The BAD girl. A terrible tease.

But inside I SO longed to be loved. There just wasn't alot of that to go 'round. Mom was working or sick. And dad worked LONG hours. My sister and I were ***** at age 4 & 3 respectively. She felt guilty she couldn't "protect" me, so she withdrew. Then my little brother was born. He was my sister's little doll. And it wounded me so that I lashed out. I targeted my poor little brother. I called him names, names that I knew went straight to his HEART. I'm weeping now. How I wish I could change the past! Dear reader, I have a samurai tongue. And I knew how to cut where it would hurt the MOST. A fact I'm not at all proud of! But, it happened. I was also mean to my pets. But inside i wept SO bitterly! I did not want to do what I did! But SOMETHING compelled me...

Then at the age of 13 I began to drink. I started using "white crosses". ***. By 14 I was using LSD. ***. Peyote. I was SO out of control!  My poor parents despaired...

Then... a MIRACLE! My parents put me in college when I was 16. I hated high school with a PASSION. I didn't fit in anywhere. Not even with the stoners. I was kicked out of my 10th year for ditching and possession of marijuana. My vice-principle told me I'd always be a LOSER. That I'd never accomplish anything in life. Nice. He put me in Juvie. My parents got a psychologist. He said I was bored in high school because I was too smart. So they put me in college. I THRIVED! I still ditched a bit, but I could take ART CLASSES! And WRITING! POETRY! And MUSIC! And the people were SO different! They LIKED ME! Well. Part of THAT was because I lost weight. About 50 lbs! I was actually pretty. For the first time in my life. And to say THAT was confusing wouldn't be nearly enough.

At any rate, I'd CHANGED. I became very spiritual. I read about Transcendental Meditation. I read the book "Siddhartha". I dabbled in the Self Realization Fellowship.
And, finally, I joined the

"Church" of Scientology.

THE WORST MISTAKE OF MY YOUNG LIFE


I was 19 years old.
The first thing I want to say is that I HAVE CHANGED. I'm NOT the mean little girl I was. I've tried all my life to be KIND. To make up for the evil I did as a child. You'll find out. Just read on...

I've been brutally honest for a reason. I want you to understand why my family thought evil of me. They did, but THEY WERE NOT AT FAULT.

.My story continues with my scientology experience. Don't want to miss THAT.

Coming tomorrow...
SøułSurvivør Mar 2017
A Story of Scientology and the
Mental Health System Connection


What you are about to read *will
shock you. Some may find it extremely disturbing. I will tell you from the outset, also, that i am quite "insane". According to the psychiatrists "******-Affective". Manic-Depressive with Paranoid features.
I will freely admit that what you will read here will sound crazy. But please read on. It may be horrifying. It may be weird. It may seem extremely paranoid. But it still interests.

It is my desperate hope that you will read. And believe me. For, my "diagnosis" notwithstanding, I am as sane as the next "normal" person. I AM NOT A LUNATIC! What you are about to read really happened. To ME. It has plot twisting tension that could be put to the credit of Alfred Hitchcock. And a psychological horror that Steven King could emulate. How could I compare my writing to the genius of those great & talented men? I don't. Because, dear readers, I did not conceive of it. It was done to me. I merely convey the technology and techniques used to make any "normal person" appear a ****** Toon of 50 mile high proportions! It exists. And it is excruciatingly painful to be the subject of it.

So why would a girl from a comparatively small city, with no seeming accomplishments to commend her, and is actually quite unimportant, be the subject of such hateful torment? What has she done? I will convey ALL of the reasons. I did play a part in it. I had a tri-fold lawsuit against a once-high-profile video dating club, who wanted to prevent litigation by thoroughly discrediting me. And I had a very virulent and hateful foe...

*The "Church" of SCIENTOLOGY.
I've decided to present my story on social media. There is NO TIME TO WASTE. There are hundreds, perhaps THOUSANDS of perfectly SANE people in the mental health system, perhaps in hospitals... even PRISONS for the CRIMINALLY INSANE who need for this story to GET OUT.

I'm probably throwing myself under the bus. I don't CARE. THE PEOPLE NEED ME. AND THEY NEED Y O U.

SHARE THIS. REPOST IT. RETWEET IT.
IT NEEDS TO GO V I R A L!!!

You will see before and after targeting photos of me on Twitter and Facebook.  The names I go by are SoulSurvivor II and Cathy Jarvis respectively.

I'm sorry,  but I must be working on this 24/7. I have no time to read or write poetry.  It is SO IMPORTANT that I get this done quickly. The "Powers That Be" WILL want to silence me. I want it DONE before that happens. Thanks for understanding!

♡♡♡ I LOVE YOU! ♡♡♡

Sincerely
Catherine Jarvis
Mar 2017 · 706
Madwoman Across the Water
SøułSurvivør Mar 2017
A tale of Scientology and the
Mental Health System

I'm going to tell a tragic tale
A writ of pain and woe.
I've been to places, reader,
Where folk seldom go.
I'm "insane", I will confess
The "doctors" told me so
But I have art
and HAVE a HEART
This I intend to *
SHOW

I am *going to write this

BECAUSE FOLKS NEED TO KNOW!!!
I've been trying to get help writing a book.
The title is the title of this post.

The "Church" of Scientology has
Manipulated the "mental health" system
For YEARS. They have put people in it to
Either SILENCE or PUNISH them for
Speaking out against them. OR BOTH.

I AM ONE SUCH PERSON.
*I * WILL * NOT * BE * SILENCED!!!*

I've been maligned. Threatened.
Brainwashed with very simple
Yet sophisticated forms of MIND CONTROL.
I've been put on medications so heinous
If I told you of their side effects YOU WOULD RETCH.
I've been put through this for 20 YEARS.

Believe me or not,
I really couldn't give a RAT'S ****.
I'M TIRED OF HURTING.
I'M TIRED OF THE B.S.
I'M WRITING THIS BOOK
BY HOOK OR BY CROOK
Have a look.
HOW A LIFE WAS TOOK.

Thanks. LOVE YOU.

Catherine
Mar 2017 · 1.3k
IF I STAND ALONE
SøułSurvivør Mar 2017
This is a message to Scientology shills
Only you know if you fit that bill
I will NOT banter.
I won't make a fuss.
I will NOT debate
whether you're one of US
You may want me hurting
You may want me crying
If you're selling that, brother,
I am NOT BUYING.
You WANT people in pain.
You WANT them to pine.
Those are YOUR tactics
THEY ARE NOT MINE.

I'm not a cruel person. I'm in a bind,
Cuz YOU think me weak
WHILE I'M ACTUALLY KIND.
HERE'S WHERE I STOP.
HERE'S WHERE IT ENDS!
You want disputes
Between friggin FRIENDS!

Here's what YOU do. Here's how YOU act.
You come in like wolves and try to attack.
Pull a young animal out from the herd.
Say they aren't legit... on only YOUR WORD!
I'm new to Twitter. So I'm out there, I see.
So you want to sow discord
AND DISCREDIT ME.

BUT GET THIS STRAIGHT.
DOWN TO THE BONE.
IF YOU THINK YOU'RE WINNING
YOU ARE DEAD WRONG
IF IT COMES DOWN TO TACKS

I'LL STAND ALONE.


Catherine Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/1/2017
It looks like I'm in a battle with some odious trolls on Twitter. They're trying to discredit me. I'm not going to try to fight them. It would only feed them. I doubt they will, but if they do succeed in separating me from my friends I will still fight. The Church of Scientology may have taken everything else from me. But it can't take away my spirit. I've gone it alone before.
I trust my friends, though. They know of my sufferings. And they know that they are not feigned. I'm going to trust God. And I'm going to trust my friends. They were put in my life for a reason. If I am going to fight effectively I will need some support. And they do give me that. I'm so glad of it!

I'm sorry I'm not here to read as much as I have been in the past. I love you folks, too. It's just so the Church of Scientology has hurt so many people. I need to be a voice on Twitter and Facebook where I can reach a lot of people at once. I hope you understand... if you only knew what that unbelievably evil organization did to me and to so many other people you would definitely agree that I'm doing the right thing. Please pray for me, or send good thoughts. I'm in the fight of my life.

♡♡♡ I LOVE YOU!!! ♡♡♡

~
Feb 2017 · 1.0k
Welcome to The Hive
SøułSurvivør Feb 2017
Hello there! Our favorite "friend"!
How are you today?
We have a niche that's just for YOU
Won't you come and play?

We'll do our little "nectar dance"!
We'll draw you in, and then,
We'll rearrange your mindset
And spit you out again.

Welcome to The Hive, sister!
We'll tell you how to act.
We'll tempt you with our honey
It's sweet, and that's a fact.
Yes! Welcome to The Hive, brother
Come into our tree!
We'll program you to think like US
So what if you're not FREE?
Welcome to The Hive, my friend,
To your 6-sided cell
We welcome you to OUR beliefs
Welcome to the meld...


So you like your Saviour?
Fine! All well and good.
But you MUST throw out
The Word of God
Is that understood?

You want to have your reading?
By all means! A MUST!
But make sure that we see it
And it's approved by US.

(CHORUS)

We have the answers here, good folk!
We've been there! We've been bound!
But now there is a way out! YES!
Come see what we have FOUND!
Oh? You hear a WAILING?
Take no notice of the sound...
It's going to get louder cuz

WE'RE GOING UNDERGROUND...

(CHORUS)

We welcome you to Stepford
At the tolling of the bell
We welcome you to MIND CONTROL

WE WELCOME YOU TO HELL
.


Catherine Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/27/2017
This was written of Scientology
but is applicable to any ungodly mindset.
Feb 2017 · 842
Scientology or The CHRIST?
SøułSurvivør Feb 2017
This is an appeal to those
Who believe they are a god
Can you use your great power
To bring flowers from the sod?
Can you even handle life?
Don't you find it odd
You're not that great at OT VIII?
Is this where we applaud?

Can you create a sunrise?
Let's just raise the bar...
Can you spin the GALAXIES?
Much less light ONE STAR?

We all WANT great powers
It's simply our design
To be enthralled with Superman
But, brother, we are BLIND.
What happened to great empathy?
Why are we not KIND?

Yes, we all want to be as gods.
But the TRUTH is plain
We can't conceive a UNIVERSE
With our puny brain!

So your folks are in the movies?
In the tabloids? On TV?
Do THEY conceive a single moon?
Can THEY call peaks to BE?
We can only gain true power
Through the Trinity
Father. Son. The Holy Ghost.
They hold INFINITY!

Now I ask you. Can YOUR "Church" last?
Stand the test of time?
I put to you this blatant fact...
The CHRIST IS STILL SUBLIME!
For more than two millennium
He STILL has poets rhyme!

But most if all, how do you rate
In THIS point, hand in glove?  
You rail against your enemies
You TRASH the LORD ABOVE!
You believe in POWER. CONTROL.

WE BELIEVE IN LOVE.


Catherine Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/27/2017
The fifth in my series.

OTHER VIII: The highest level of spiritual
"Enlightenment" and "Power"
in Scientology. It is the product of many
many hours of *very expensive "PROCESSING"*

This is an appeal to those folks in
Scientology.

YOU'RE ON THE WRONG SIDE!

-
Feb 2017 · 1.1k
OT III ~ The Cosmic Joke!
SøułSurvivør Feb 2017
The "Church" of Scientology
Puzzle within enigma
People finding out the TRUTH
Now there is a stigma

There are many mysteries
Riddles within obfuscation
Their own ARC Triangle
Stops communication!

Are you following my track?
Or are you bemused?
Is their "nomenclature"
Making you confused?

Hope you brought your copy
Of DIANETICS here
You TOO can be OT
(or at least a Clear)
I won't try explaining it
Too complex, I fear
I'll talk about their OT III
Watch out, we're shifting gears...

When I was in the Sea Org
They spoke of this OT III
Did not discuss what it was
It was a mystery
It was said if it's revealed
You'd lose your sanity
But now I know! It's been disclosed
It's ALIEN HISTORY!

Here are all the thetans
Happy playing games
Enter alien Lord Xenu
He's bad! He's MEAN! He's LAME!

He gathered all these thetans
And brought them here to EARTH
On a DC3... They were
bound for all they're WORTH!

He stuffed them in VOLCANOES
Their lives to interrupt
When the cauldrons were filled
The stacks would then ERUPT!

This causes spirit problems
Well. I mean, hey, DUH!
I guess its caused some problems!
I guess it would! HEY! HUH!

Folks, if you can laugh at this
Just kick back your head!
This is God's honest TRUTH!
Every word I've SAID!


THIS IS WHAT THEY FEAR!
THAT FOLKS WILL UP AND TALK.
I HOPE EVENTUALLY
EVERYONE WILL WALK

To leave Miscavige ALONE...

TO BE THE LAUGHINGSTOCK!!!



Catherine E Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/24/2017
The fourth in my Scientology series.

Also read:

I. The SCIENTOLOGY Rap!
II. SCIENTOLOGY GENESIS
III. 2017 ~ a SPACE OPERA!

SORRY I'M NOT READING!
WRITING BOOK ON THIS SUBJECT
AND I'M ON A TIMETABLE

♡♡♡ LOVE YOU  ♡♡♡
Feb 2017 · 925
2017... a SPACE OPERA!
SøułSurvivør Feb 2017
EXPOSING SCIENTOLOGY BELIEFS

I've told you 'bout the *GENESIS

Of our universe
What the folks of Scientology
Promote and dispurse
Check out my last poem
If you're interested, of course
But the "thetans" (rhymes with satan)
Agreed upon this CURSE!

We existed, just like gods
Upon a higher plane
Our origin, it seems,
Is as yet unexplained
Folks, is this for REAL???
Or is this knowledge FEIGNED.

We "Agreed" to live a bunch of lives
In space and here below.
We've lived inROBOT BODIES!
Yeah! R2D2 don't you know!
Bodies made of silicon
Bodies made of H2O!
Just GO with the FLOW!
Yep... Tom Cruise BELIEVES THIS!
He's HOOKED through the NOSE!

We now have these "meat bodies"
They're EXPENDABLE. And so
They have no real value.
They just come & go.
And this carbon form's JUST MEAT.
SO THE MEATHEADS PUT ON SHOWS!

And this ends the third segment
Of our basic course.
Scientology 101. WE are the driving force
Their beliefs completely shut out GOD
HE'S PUT IN A HEARSE
Yet some PASTORS FOLLOW THEM!

Yep. It is a FARCE!**

Catherine E Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/24/2017
I've decided to really do an expose'
on this cult. They believe our bodies
to be WORTHLESS. And this goes for
THEIR DETRACTORS. 'Nuf said.
Feb 2017 · 1.0k
SCIENTOLOGY GENESIS
SøułSurvivør Feb 2017
Here's their "knowledge"
Here's the scoop
NOT scuttlebutt... the REAL ****!
Be ye Popeye or Betty Boop
They will draw you in their loop...

This rope will hold you... it ain't loose
You will find it is a NOOSE.

This is interesting to read
Though it's crazy... that's agreed
You'll think these people smokin' ****!

In the beginning there were some thetans
(Interesting that rhymes with SATAN)

They were bored with all the waiting

They were bored. Nothing to do.
These thetans could be me or you
Then... VIOLA... right on cue...
Here's an idea! The other shoe!

YES! Let's PLAY! We'll play a GAME!
It will be FUN! IT HAS A NAME!

M atter. E nergy. S pace. T ime.
The MEST universe! How sublime!
To find it's secrets will cost no dime
But thousands of BUCKS!
Should be a CRIME.

So these thetans all AGREE.
IT WAS THAT AGREEMENT, you see.
The M. E. S. T. Universe. (Smokin' TREE?
Was Ronnie Hubbard on LSD?)

We were AGREED you & me
That this game would then just BE.

Dynamite brains blow off my HAT?
It don't need no S.A.T.
My mind needs no extra watts
To figure out the problem with THAT.

Can you think of ANY COUPLE
Whether married for 60 years
WHO AGREE ON EVERYTHING???

RIDICULOUS.


So there you have it.
Their Genesis
I'll bring you more.
There's quite a list.
But I think you have the gist.

SCIENCE FICTION!!!
Not M. E. S. T. but MISSED!

Catherine E Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/23/2017
This is the second in my series on
The "Church" of Scientology.

I was a member. Actually on staff.
Recruited at the age of 17
(a KID... what did I know?)
It was a descision that would, eventually,
almost RUIN MY LIFE!

Therefore I'm WARNING PEOPLE.

-
Feb 2017 · 1.3k
The SCIENTOLOGY Rap
SøułSurvivør Feb 2017
They are in the movies
They are on TV
You'll want everything they "have"
But, baby, it ain't free
They go about streets looking
I think you will agree
They will make you "better"
You, too, can be OT!
Just like John Travolta
Tom Cruise, Kirstie Ally
They target you to have you test
Your personality

Do you REALLY feel good?
Or are you kinda stuck?
Are you checking every box?
Or are you out of luck?
Well! They have the answers
To bring you from the muck!
YES. It is expensive
A few THOUSAND BUCKS!
You want to keep on paying?
Out those thousands shuck!

You do your engram Clearing
You do your TRs
You go through them religiously
You do them for hours
But you feel no better
And still the money showers...

Finally you're OT VIII
You're way past being "Clear"
But you still feel angry
You still have a lot of fear
On top of that you are in debt!
Your LIFE is in AREARS!
If you decide to LEAVE them
They'll pester you for YEARS!

If you go on staff
Folks, it is much WORSE
They'll own your life
A BILLIONS YEARS! They will be a CURSE!
But THAT is for another time
I'll tell you, of course
For now I will not speak of that

Then I'll SHOUT until I'm HOARSE!!!


Catherine E Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
(c) 2/22/2017
I've decided to go on Hello Poetry, Twitter, and Facebook to FIGHT this odious
Cult. They've hurt THOUSANDS
perhaps MILLIONS with their pernicious
policies. They nearly destroyed MY LIFE.

I will be on HP occasionally.
But, my fellow poets, I MUST DO THIS!
If I can stop ONE PERSON from becoming
entangled in their web of deceit & destruction
it will be WORTH IT!

I STILL LOVE & PRAY FOR YOU ALL!
Feb 2017 · 463
He'll Take Your Pain
SøułSurvivør Feb 2017
(sung to Zach Williams song CHAINBREAKER)

Is there a void of heart you just can't fill?
Do you push the same 'ol weight
up that same ol' hill?
Do you find you cannot change
by your own will?

Well. Christ the Lord of lords
AND HE'S RISEN STILL!

HE'S THE ONLY ONE
WHO'LL STOP THE RAIN

BY HIS BLEEDING STRIPES
HE'LL TAKE YOUR PAIN

HE TOOK THE WEIGHT OF SIN
YOU'LL HAVE NO STRAIN

WASHED AS WHITE AS SNOW
YOU'LL HAVE NO STAIN

HE WALKED THE EARTH BACK THEN
AND HE'LL COME AGAIN

KING OF KINGS, LORD OF LORDS
AND HE STILL REIGNS!


Do you find there are roads ahead
you just can't see?
People fall away, and don't agree?
Your "mighty" ship breaks from port to lee?

Jesus calms the storm...
He'll make you FREE!*

CHORUS


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/18/2017
Sorry I haven't been around.
My phone is overheating
so I use it sparingly.
But this song was on my heart...

♡ Catherine Jarvis
https://YouTu.be/JGYjKR69M6U
Feb 2017 · 878
painted desert
SøułSurvivør Feb 2017
palette
russet, olive hues
yellow ochre
bird's egg blue
vastness held
within a bowl
turned over earth
to heal and hold
moisture from
the morning rain
thus the painter's
eye is trained

cadmium white
a fan-like brush
sketch mare's-tail clouds
an artist's touch
far horizon
grayish blue
a woman reclines
in the ****
her form reveals
the breasting hills
her hips the mountains
hushed and still
mid-ground
blurs of olive cacti
the saguaro
rise like hackles
Palo Verde lie in lumps
yellow flowers
bloom in clumps
point of brush
tweaks out the trees
turn of branches
stippled leaves
small are they
to catch the light
but the moisture
loss is slight
ochre foreground
brownish stones
blue-gray shadows
light source shown
grayish purple
prickly pears
ocotillo
here and there
spindly with splash of red
barrel cacti nod their heads
buff highlights
bring out the sand
thus paint creates

this desert land


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/13/2017
Spring morning after a rain.

In the desert the leaves of the trees are small so that only a slight amount of moisture is released.
Feb 2017 · 315
darkest night of the soul
SøułSurvivør Feb 2017
~~<●>~~

in the rivers of space
there's a place i am told
where the waters of life
run black for the soul

it's a venue to visit
but never to stay
you'll lose yourself in it
be assured you will PAY

you'll lose your heart
all that is good
you'll find that you know
much more than you should

i be more than a expert
i lost mental health
so PLEASE do not go there
or you'll find out YOURSELF

i floated that river
called Styx, truth to tell
and i'll tell you brother
it takes you to
HELL

so don't delve in magic
your life may be sold
for Satan's the boatman

to the

NIGHT OF THE SOUL


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/10/2017
As you may know I was
Researching the darkside.
I'm OK, so don't worry.
But I found out WAY more
Than I bargained for.
I'm telling you right now...

DON'T GO THERE.

What I found out haunts my dreams.
Feb 2017 · 1.1k
WATCHMAN ON THE WALL!
SøułSurvivør Feb 2017
I'm sorry I have not been on site. I very much want to read, but I have a friend who is in Desperate trouble. She's involved in a lot of occult practices, and her Immortal soul is in grave Danger! I'm researching the various practices she is engaging in. And actually promoting! Divination. Spirit Guides. Acceptance of Satan in the form of an angel of Light. And necromancy. This only names a few of the very dangerous practices she's involved in!

If anyone here on this site is involved in any of these practices, please contact me. My research has sort of made me more expert at answering questions regarding them. I shall say this again...

THEY ARE VERY DANGEROUS!
YOUR IMMORTAL SOUL IS IN DANGER!


I am a Watchman on the Wall. If you read Ezekiel 33 you will see the importance of being a Watchman. And the Fatal consequences for the Watchman who does not warn the people! The blood of the people is on their head!

Any advice my fellow Christian believers can give me would be greatly appreciated!

THANK YOU!

♡ Catherine
Jan 2017 · 1.7k
The Creator Sings
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
There's a song
That we all know
In pounding rain
And whispering snow
I love to sing it as I go

The Creator sings
The Creator sings
The Creator sings

Over Creation

O how I love to hear this song!
O how I love to sing along!
In faith I know the angel's throng

The Creator sings
Over Creation



From His first Word
Thus Time began
The stars burst light
And atoms spin
He gave birds wing
And fish their fin

The Creator sings
The Creator sings
The Creator sings

Over Creation

Chorus


There's a lilac cloud
Over the sea
A lightning strike
O'r my ship's lee
A wind from port
So wildly free

The Creator sings
The Creator sings
The Creator sings

Over Creation

Chorus


How can it be
That God so dear
Whose voice is strong
Whose message clear

HOW CAN IT BE THE LOST CAN'T HEAR?

The Creator sings
The Creator sings
The Creator sings

OVER CREATION



SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/30/2017
To the melody of
"Hallelujah's"
By Chris Rice

We've been trying to find
A residential facility for my dad.
Please send good thoughts & prayers
To me & my family.
It's a hard time.

♡ THANKS! ♡
Jan 2017 · 1.3k
Upside-down Tree
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
There's a tree in modern-day
That grows its upside down
It flourishes unnoticed
Not even a frown
It's all roots and rotting dirt
An ugly shade of brown

The rainstorms never touch it
Yet it always seems to grow
Where the low shrub is headed
No one seems to know
It's a metaphor for wrongness
For hate, and greed, and woe



                      Deep under the soil
There are blossoms and green leaves
Yes, they are now unseen
But no one seems to grieve
They are pressed into the dirt
And dirt They will receive

But those leaves and blossoms
To the bright gold branches cling
They are kindness, goodness
Still they softly sing
They don't mind unfairness
No protest do they bring
For they are well-nourished

By a pure underground SPRING


SoulSurvivor
(C)1/28/2017
Inspiration from Mike Hauser's latest poem
Upon the same subject... now days  what's
Right is Wrong  & vice versa!

-
Jan 2017 · 561
The Yoke
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
A green, unseasoned ox
Was put unto the plow
A yoke was placed upon it
To work the master's rows
It balked at the job given
For it did not know how.

The master saw it's plight
He knew it had to learn
So he brought a great and seasoned ox
And a double yoke was worn
They both pulled a wagon
Filled from stem to stern.

The master tapped them with the reins
They both began to pull
The new and yet unknowing ox
Got it in its skull
To go a path that was unsafe
It's wits were yet quite dull.

So it balked again and cried
To go the other way
But the great and seasoned ox
Stood there in the fray
He allowed the younger ox
To buck and buck all day.

So finally the younger ox
Was tired, began to wheeze
It knew it was defeated
It's pride was finally seized
It bowed down in humility
And fell onto its knees.

The ox cried bitterly
In its enormous shame
The other ox was greatly moved
For its weeping out HIS NAME
He nuzzled it & stroked it
For HE was once the same.

The master, too, came off his seat
And succored the poor beast
He gave it food and water
Held it to his breast
The greater ox lay down with it
So that it could rest.

The young ox finally rallied
Was ready for the fight
Of pulling the great burden...
... but found that it was light!
For the greater ox was pulling, too
He stout and he forthright!

The master smiled proudly
The young ox would reach the goal...

And what WAS this great burden?

Billions of HUMAN SOULS...


SoulSurvivor
(C)1/28/2017


*"Come to me, all you who are weary
and burdened, and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you and learn from
me, for I am gentle and humble in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls.
For my yoke is easy,
and my burden is light."

Matthew 11:28-30 NIV
The Bible gives us great analogies to our walk with the Lord. This particular metaphor, I believe, is extremely apt. In biblical times when there was a great burden to be hauled, the Master of the cart would yoke an unseasoned ox with one who had carried the cart for many years. The younger learned from the older. And the burden what's much lighter for both oxen...

I haven't been around much due to my personal burden. I was also balking at the yoke I was carrying. But Jesus is so gentle and kind. He helped me through it.

Thank you to all who read me! I'm going to be reading myself today...

♡ I £♡¥€ YOU ALL! ♡

-
Jan 2017 · 572
WAR
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
WAR
Chaos of the trolls of Mars
Havoc wrought by fallen stars
Terror flailing, caught by night
Pawns move one space, born to fight
Women make a frightful pact
Carry babes into the act
The stench of bodies as they pile
Questions not for rank and file
Bouncing Betty's horror, aye
Shrapnel flung to meet an eye
Bullets dodged, and bullets met

The Bomb's the best idea yet... !

Men sit desks behind the scenes
Living on the blood of spleens
Generals spew their jingo kant
Presidential "patriots" shpeel their rants
All the King's horses, all the King's men
Do things WAY beyond OUR ken
Mother's sons get GI Joes
Daddy dies... and on it goes

A testament to heartless greed

A bride's trousseau is widow's weeds.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/26/2017
Blood making mud of foreign sod
War's a stench in the nose of GOD!
Jan 2017 · 1.0k
winter rain
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
~~~

the winter rain soaking
the ever grateful desert ground
her cup is always half full


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/23/2017
We can never get too much
winter rain in the desert southwest!

It's 12:30 AM here, I just wanted
to jot this down quickly

I'll be back reading again tomorrow!
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
Tomorrow is my birthday. I will be 60 years old. Where have the years gone? They seem to have pulled along like a Volkswagen behind a large semi...

When I was 5 years old, I was petrified of death. My mother would tell me I have many years ahead. But I knew it wouldn't be long before I was old and gray. I was right.

I am no longer afraid of death. I know how unimportant this life is. This is merely a testing ground... To learn the lessons of obedience and love. What we know is this world. But there is so much more...

I am not in any hurry to leave, as I have a job to do here. But I can't wait to be with Christ. I dream of it. But no dreams I have could possibly ever match the Wonders that await me. And indeed every believer Redeemed by Jesus.

This Temple... it is getting very worn out. It is arthritic and has a lot of other problems. And God has not seen fit to heal me yet. I am not complaining, actually. I know I brought my condition on myself because of the way I lived before I met Jesus. But I can't wait to have a perfect body again. One that can never get sick. Won't ever be in pain. Can never die...

I wish I had known Jesus all my life. But that was not to be. I have a much more powerful testimony being a former atheist. I am not going to give you a lecture on atheism. But my belief in an afterlife has comforted me so much... and I would not wish to believe as I did before. I was in constant fear. Now I know that God is in control of everything and works everything out for my good no matter how bad it seems to me at the time.

I'm sorry I have not been on this site reading as much as I would like. I've been very busy in the last few days. But after my birthday I will get back to reading and writing again...

Take care, my friends! I will see you again soon...


♡ Catherine
Jan 2017 · 503
tiny dancer in my head
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
she has
the grace of ethers
exquisite
enveloped
in
the eons
encapsulated
in ecru
elegance

an

EPIPHANY

no
language
could be leveraged
to her latitude
no linguistic lay line
could place
longitude
to
her
languid
loveliness

~ she ~

dancing flower
so flawless
behind my forehead
frolicking

with
roses ravishing

in beauty
burgeoning

unbuttoning
my
breast

waltzing
out of my
brain

Venus on the
halfshell

The world is your


OYSTER



SoulSurvivor
1/20/2017
I have dreams about
a beautiful dancer. Loved by
everyone and accepted.

I sometimes wish
I could know what she means.

Perhaps she's my muse
set to music.

I think she'll always be a

MYSTERY

~
Jan 2017 · 615
POETRY NOT PERSONALITY
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
Sometimes poets make mistakes
On these quite public sites
It causes great dissension
Brings on many fights
This is especially tragic
When the poet is a light
They are then maligned a lot
Their character a blight
What should have been a shining beam
Becomes as dark as night.

I am one such person.
I made a public show.
Partially due to ignorance
Of how internet stuff goes
Yes. I had my lapses.
But now I let the flow
Bless my faithful readers
I wish to bestow
Grace to other poets
Some of whom you know.
But some folk still malign me...
They do so on the low.

This has NOT been gracious.
Actually unfair.
Would YOU like your every deed
And ***** laundry aired?
I don't pretend to love folks here...
I actually care!
But some became a pitfall.
They'd rather be a snare.
Can you take my moccasins
And place your foot in there?

I have NOT been hiding.
Put pride on the shelf.
I have confessed many times
I TOLD ON MYSELF.

But there ARE those unforgiving.
They go around and "warn".
Their modus operandi
Is to cause a hornet's swarm
They don't care who they may hurt
They do a lot of HARM.

If someone is repentant
And has a humble heart
Comes only offering
To love and be a part
Wouldn't it be prudent?
Wouldn't it be smart?
To forget the past transgressions
And get on with our ART?

This does not apply to PLAGIARISTS
Those who do not SERVE
They ****** our brainchildren.
RUN DOWN, AND DO NOT SWERVE
If they are unrepentant
THEY GET WHAT THEY DESERVE.

That's it for my sermon.
That's all I have to say.
Let's start writing poetry

AND GET ON WITH OUR DAY.



♡ Catherine
Jan 2017 · 792
Moody Moon
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
-
The moon is full
The moon is bright
A faeries kiss
An orb of light
That means she's happy
She laughs her grey
Into the shadows
Where they lay

The moon is sad
Her light then aches
Tears like sequins
Shine from lakes
Though the stars
Covet them much
They are jewels
That can't be touched

Moon will be strange
Weird phosphorus
Behind thick clouds
She glows for us
Moon is fickle
She changes oft
She can be harsh
She can be soft
She's allowed
To take such flight

She is the ruler
Of the night



SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/18/2017
Going to sleep now
GOODNIGHT EVERYONE!
Jan 2017 · 774
crystal ship
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
a
          crystal
                ||        ship
||
upon the sea • fractured
light to port and lee • the  
wind it howls and makes    
its pass • thru the rigging    
made of glass • rainbow      
colors splash the waves    
who'd know this boat put
||
men in graves • though
they were both brave
~~~~~~~~ and bold • they ~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~ disembarked ~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~  ~~~~~~~~ on the ~~~~~~~~  ~~~
~~~~~ ISLE of SOULS ~~~~~


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/18/2016


I know that this isn't the best
concrete I've done. I did it to
take my mind off things. I'm
going to read a little, then go
to sleep. Very tired.

THANKS TO YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT!

-
Jan 2017 · 719
VII
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
VII
I.  AVARICE

Gregory loved money
Compare him to a toad.
A solid golden palace
Was his high abode.

He had many servants
To wait upon his needs.
He paid them in pennies
Such was his great greed.

He accounted his vast wealth
All throughout the day
When it came time to bill you
You had better *pay
.

Greg had gold, but he grew old
Arthritic and halt
When he was laid, at last, in state,

They did so in a *vault.



II.  ENVY

Ella was quite beautiful
Compare her to a snake.
She sipped upon the finest wines
But her thirst was never slaked.

There was a little servant girl
Younger and more fair,
Ella hated this young lass
Put her in despair.

She showed a vile temperament
Acted like a cur.
Ella hated everyone
Who had more than her.

Her envy made her very ill,
And she finally passed.
She was buried with her mirror

And rots before her glass.


III.  WRATH

Arthur was an angry man,
Compare him to a lion.
He roared around his castle
And had a will of iron.

He was always virulent
In both word and pen,
Would beat his wife and servants
Time and time again.

He waged many futile wars
With kingdoms all around.
Many grieved, for he laid siege,
And burned them to the ground.

He captured the women,
And so he had a pride,
But he lived by iron sword,

So by the sword he died.


IV.  SLOTH

Lackadaisical Lucy
Compare her to a snail.
She scarce emerged from her soft bed,
Laziness prevailed.

She wouldn't lift a finger
To dust or do a dish,
She lived on an inheritance,
To sleep her only wish.

The housework just did not get done,
She wouldn't even cook.
She'd order out from Domino's
And had an unkempt look.

She finally died in her own bed,
Her sands of time were gone,
She exhaled her last breath

With an enormous yawn.


V.  GLUTTONY

Gerald was a glutton.
Compare him to a pig.
He'd consume most anything,
And didn't care a fig!

When he ate a stack of pancakes,
Now, I tell no lie,
It was so tall, to see them all,
You'd have to view the sky!

Gerry was enormous,
As big as a barn.
He had so many folds & rolls
He was the Michelin man!

He just couldn't get enough!
The pancakes just a teaser!
And when they finally buried him

They did so in a freezer!


VI.  LUST

Louis was so lustful
We'll compare him to a goat.
A female weasel is a ****,
The male is a stoat.

He was a musician,
And, man, that boy would *rock!

He had an *******
Almost 'round the clock!

No problems getting women
They never gave him grief!
He had so many groupies
He was known as the Kalif!

But one of his liasons
Didn't go as planned
He lost his life due to the wife

Of a jealous man!


VII.  PRIDE

Percy was quite prideful,
Like a peacock rare.
He had the finest clothing,
Bright beyond compare!

He was given everything,
He had things in hand.
His tailors were acknowledged
As the finest in the land!

His enemies planed out a coup
When a good time arose.
They had Percy fitted
For the Emperor's new clothes.

The townspeople were furious!
Gave Percy the boot!
So he was buried in a ditch

In his birthday suit!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/17/2017
Thanks for reading this long poem!
The early church compared people
guilty of one of these sins to animals.
These are included in the poems.

So far 41 people read this... not ONE like!
C'mon! Talk to me! What's wrong with
this? Should I take it down?
-
Jan 2017 · 581
neurotic bargain
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
-

if I don't really live
there can be no death


[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/16/2017
I'm going off-site now
HAVE A BLESSED NIGHT EVERYONE!
Jan 2017 · 489
Rumours
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
I have wings, I'm everywhere
I'll vanquish all who stand
Nobody can conquer me
I am a firebrand
Twin tornadoes lift me up
Spit nails in their hands
You'll find that I am common
I am in all lands
But I'm very subtle
Not many understand

I'll share a little secret
Just for you and me
It's just a peccadillo
A sin of small degree
Let's share something to titillate
Just for us to see
It may become a scandal!
But, hey, this country's free...

You know that movie star you hate?
Let's just play a game
We can see it as her fate
So no one is to blame
We'll destroy her career
Hey, they're all the same
They all drink and have affairs
She's so very lame
You're behind the smokescreen
There really is no shame
And where there's smoke there's fire...

HAVE YOU GUESSED MY NAME?



SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/16/2017
The tongue (or pen) can be for  
prayers & praise
Or ignite a MIGHTY blaze
So check yourself. Check your mouth...
Or you may just be headed SOUTH.
Jan 2017 · 846
Frig & Frack
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
A protest song inspired by sjr1000

Frig & Frack dance a dance
To see who is astute
They run an oil rag up a pole
To see who will salute

Nobody seems to see it
They just watch TV
Corporate's just overjoyed!
They can dance for *FREE!


They just quash the media
Build gas-guzzling trucks
People purchase in their millions
So Frig & Frack make BUCKS!

Nobody seems to wonder
Why water tastes so funny
Why their kids have cancer
Why... Big Oil's makin' MONEY!


Yeah... nobody seems to care a fig
Most people aren't that hyper
Now Corporate can laugh and jig...

...and we all Pay the Piper!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/16/2017
Please read sjr1000's poem
"Friggin' Fracking"
It's just scathing.
We need more protest & awareness of this!
The media ain't gonna tell folks...
That's what poets & songwriters are FOR!
Jan 2017 · 186
ANNOUNCEMENT
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
For reasons I won't go into
I can no longer get email.
Therefore, I cannot answer back to some of your comments in response to my commentary. Please forgive me!

Thanks!
Catherine
Jan 2017 · 594
bruises
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
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
(C) 1/16/2017
To the 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!
Jan 2017 · 512
Grasping the Sand
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
We're all in a time machine
Sitting on a beach
We try and try to hold onto
The sand within our reach
We hold it as a talisman
Though it does not teach
It has no permanence at all
Through our fingers it'll leach

We may not even try to grasp
And this, my friends, is worse
We notice not its passing
While we peruse our purse
We see it not, we are not taught
So it becomes a curse

But placed within an hour glass
The moments slowly rain
We gaze at each crystal
We gaze at every grain
We learn these minutiae
As our moments wane
For they can be so fleeting
Let them not go down the drain!

Life's a sandy shore, my friends.
Its wind will whisper. Talk.
We can breeze along it
We can take long walks
We can collect the shells of hope
Or end up on the rocks.

When we leave our footprints
For others on the way
Whatever will they make of them?
Will they last a day?
Will they shine as gemstones
With many colors gay?
Or will the ocean take them
Out into its grey...

So dance along the sand
But watch the hourglass
You're ensured your prints endure
Though the minutes pass
Make a strong impression

As each step could be your LAST.


SoulSurvivor
1/15/2017
As I get older I have been much more
aware of time's swift passing. It's a truism
that this happens to people as they age...

... because it is TRUE.

HAVE A BLESSED SUNDAY! ♡♡♡
Jan 2017 · 686
Clicking Bones
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
We grow old like watches
The hands are stiff from work
Correct time reflected twice a day
A fact which leaves us erked
Having regularity
Becomes a real perk
Hearts left too long in the sun
Become completely ******

We grow old like plumbing
Springing lots of leaks
Number 1 is hourly
The other once a week!
There's orthascopic searches
The plumbers take a peek
While the polyps and fistulae
Really have us freaked!

We grow old like locks & keys
You know, the skeleton kind
We can't unlock our hips & knees
We can't unlock our minds
We can't unlock our senses
Eyes & ears go blind
We can't get out of fleshy jail
We're really in a bind!

We grow old like vehicles
Our wiring starts to burn
Odometers spin like crazy
While our wheels refuse to turn!

We grow old like parchment
We pour out like a cup
We count the beats of clicking bones
The old want to be pups
While the crazy youngsters of today

Can't wait to grow up!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/13/2017
Nightowl poetry (can't sleep EITHER! LOL!)
Jan 2017 · 304
tiny bird
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
~

tiny bird sits on
high branch precariously.
upon top twig... then flies!



~ haiku ~
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/12/2017
Jan 2017 · 361
Nobody Walks in LA
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
Sidewalks swallow
testimony
of the
transient
prophet
pulling
a bottle
from
the
faithless
pockets
of
passersby

He walks
and
has
a final glimpse
of the
brakelights
as they
rush
up
to
the
red
light

He's
alone
in
a
city
of
stone

millions


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/12/2017
A train-of-thought poem.
I lived in LA for 6 years.
Glad to be home.

Missing Persons wrote the song.
Jan 2017 · 522
They Sing Hallelujah
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
Sung to the melody of Our Great God

In this temporal universe
Worlds in worlds spin 'round
From galaxies so wondrous
To the smallest quarks they've found

From dwarf stars on to nebulae
To birds who wing the poles
As far as telescopes can see
The Eternal Story's told

HALLELUJAH!
They Sing to our Great God!
HALLELUJAH!
They sing to our Great God!

From ocean's trench to deepest space
From phosphorus fish to star
Comes invitation to our race
To praise this God of ours

There is music in the spheres
And birds who fly above
If only we would lend our ears
They'd tell us of His LOVE.

Chorus

He paints the sunsets and the dawn
He beckons from the moon
He tells us heaven can be ours
If only we would learn

If celestial bodies resonate
And waves sing in the sea
If all the mountains can relate
This Story... *why can't WE?

Chorus



SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/12/2017
The best version of this song is
Fernando Ortega. The next is
Mac Powell & Fernando Ortega's
version. Please listen to either one of these!
Our Great God is a marvelous praise song!
Jan 2017 · 784
AN (un)COMMON MAN
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
The story Clinton Jarvis - my father.

Isle La Motte Roots

There's a place of quiet peace
In beautiful Vermont
It is filled with history
It beckons you, and haunts
In pacific Lake Champlain
It's called Isle La Motte

The lake is long and narrow
A lovely gem-like blue
The Island lies within its shores
It is a jewel, too.
Emerald in the summer
In fall a topaz hue

Old style houses charm us
With plain stone quarry frames
There are many maple trees
In fall these become flame
Churches with tall steeples
All barns look much the same.

From Blanchard's Point to The Head
North to south we go
Clark's & Reynolds to Fisk & Scott's
These east/west points we know
From The Lighthouse & Fort Stann
To the marble quarries low.

It seems the rock on Isle La Motte
Was formed from glacial ice
Which pressed the clay beneath it
As if it were a vice
The marble from the quarries
Is especially nice!

Samuel Fisk founded some of these
Marble blue, black, and grey
Many used the sturdy stones
Solid houses in the way
They can be found everywhere
And still stand to this day.

There was an ingenious sawmill
Powered by a boat!
A large and hearty steamer
By The Dock would float
The "Utica" by name
As sawmill founders wrote.

The taverns and inns
Had distinctive place
It would be so heartening
To see a merry face
There the weary travellers
Could find warmth and grace.

Famous for its apples
There are many orchards found
John Bowman & William Yale
Planted in the ground
My father was one who picked from them
Folks came from miles around.

The Fleury Store had merchandise
Sold to people from their stock
Carson's Store and Naylor's
Store to store the folks would walk
Often a place of meeting
Where people stood to talk.

Elizabeth Fisk. Creative.
She had looms, and linen wrought
This fabric so very fine
Much of it was bought
There were also boats and ferries
On an island... used *a lot!


Nelson Fisk secured the Post Office
James Ritchie built in stone
His relation, Cynthia
Maintained the library alone
Succeeded by M. LaBombard
For faithfulness much known.

Both Methodist and Catholic
Worship the Divine
The faithful go to churches
No matter what the clime
A place of fame on Isle La Motte
Is lovely St Anne's Shrine.

The original schools on Isle La Motte
We're founded by strong men
Independent. Intelligent.
Created they back then.
Back in 1782 they had discerning ken.

The school my father went to
Only had one room.
He graduated the 8th grade
For his future groomed
But went to High School elsewhere
Back then quite a boon!

The Jarvis' were tennent farmers
Not much to be made
But the beauty of the place
Embraced them in its shade
T'was in this environment
Where young Clinton played.

Amongst the leaves - jade and fire
Honey'd amber caught
He found a love of nature
He was reared and taught
Here his story started

A place called Isle La Motte.


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C)1/11/2017
Finally completed! This segment in my father's biography took a while due to the
amount of research done. As you can see!

Sorry i haven't been around. This poem is
part of the reason why!

I'm going to present this to my now
hospitalised father this weekend. It will
be written out on posters in large writing
so he can read it... he's completely deaf and
going blind. It will bring back many fond
memories to him I'm sure! He certainly
deserves happiness about now!

PLEASE PRAY OR SEND GOOD THOUGHTS!

♡ LOVE YOU ALL! ♡
Jan 2017 · 272
One Dream
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
One Day the sun will shine
One Dream I'll have my day
For now I sit here waiting
For now I only pray

One Day I'll share bounty
One seed will be a shoot
For now I till the soil
One Dream someday
Will fruit

One Day my ship will harbor
And dock when it is due
I'll unload in labor

*But MY DREAM WILL COME TRUE.
I have been struggling lately. I'm coming to realize that I cannot FORCE fate. I have to rely on God to realize my dreams. But I'm pushing 60. I've been waiting a LONG TIME. My patience is on the wane. I've been praying for patience. I guess I'd better be careful what I pray for! Hahaha!
Jan 2017 · 295
eye
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
eye
I've lived in the eye of
the storm, looking
west always
watching for
the clouds to
roll in like fat fingers

the ears attuned to
the sound of
thunder

nostrils flaring like some
wild animal waiting
for the cordite smell of
negative ions

tasting blood as my
jaws clench on my tongue

feeling the wind anticipating
the abrasive whip of sand
as it picks up


it's 6:30 am and for some
reason I
look east

the clouds
to my
eyes are great sponges
soaking up the color
of angular light

sleepy birds twitter

i smell the desert's
perfume as she dolls
herself up for
her ardent admirer

del Sol

my mouth
is full of
bittersweet coffee

I can feel no wind at all.



the night's as black as coal
out west...


... and yet there's still morning.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/9/2017
I woke up to a beautiful sunrise.
Hope you are all well.
Reading for a change... lol!
Thanks for bearing with me
as I take my breaks. I truly don't mean
to ignore you. Life... just life.
Jan 2017 · 295
glass box
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
i live in a
box

in a field of
wildflowers

I can appreciate
their
color
splashed
against
the blue

but i
cannot  touch
them from
where i am

the glass
prevents
this

so i
write only
about
the
evil of
life and
human hearts
(reflecting my own)
upon the
glass

in black ink

i scribble
scribble
scribble
as rats
around
me
nibble

i write till
the glass is completely
covered and

no

light

comes

through

at all


now
i
am
in
complete



darkness


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/9/2017
I'm not actually in a dark mood.
This is just a concept which came to mind.
It's 11:30, so it's time to sleep now.
I will really try to be
on site tomorrow to read.
I've been very busy, and I feel badly
That I haven't been doing this.
I'm just very tired... I have to sleep.

Goodnight everyone.
Jan 2017 · 439
BITTER? or BETTER?
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
The difference in these adjectives
Is in the letter "I"
There are many Faithful
Who would believe a lie.

There is no assurance
In God's wealth, you see,
Prosperity's not always given
Nothing comes for free.

Evangelists will tell you,
"SOW YOUR SEED TODAY!!!"
They target the gullible
And they had better PRAY.

Remember that letter "I"?
They bandy it about.
They tear up the floorboards
And they scream & SHOUT!

So you sow your seed to them
Expecting God's applause!
You are expecting miracles...
BUT GOD'S NOT SANTA CLAUS!!!

That's where you get angry.
You get mad at GOD.
The "I" replaces "E"
Now isn't THAT odd?

But "E" stands for EFFORT.
It stands for EXCELLENCE.
It stands for ENDURANCE.
Use your INTELLIGENCE.

Bitter people don't GET blessings.
They're only chastised MORE.
God is NOT a MERCHANT
At some celestial STORE!

Be grateful for what you DO HAVE.
If you live in the U.S. coasts.
If you're in a land of plenty
You have MORE THAN MOST!

So watch out for those letters.
Endurance is a JOB.
And it is a terrible thing

TO FACE AN ANGRY GOD!


SoulSurvivor
1/3/2017
There's a point when you have to make a decision. When the going gets tough, it is a blessing in disguise.

I may have been ripped off for hundreds of dollars. An online clothing company  (Modlilly) scammed me. I don't have enough money for food this month, let alone rent. But I won't let the "I" (ego) get the better of me. "E" also means ENERGY. I'm planning for a yardsale. I won't be reading for a while because there's alot of work & planning in my future. PLEASE PRAY FOR ME. THANKS!
Dec 2016 · 587
Wild
SøułSurvivør Dec 2016
The city spreads
The wild displaced
Some species gone
Without a trace
We move along
At such a pace
We lose our world
This human race

A Trasher sits
Upon a rail
In search of bugs
With flirt of tail
Grey-brown body
Curved blackish beak
He will find
The food he seeks
While he rests
So smooth and sleek
I find the wild
I take a peek
Into a world
Where harshness picks
The hardy ones
In desert sticks
As he peers
With yellow eye
He has his place
Twixt earth and sky


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/31/2016
My hometown is now a large city.
Many displaced wild animals now
Find a home within the city limits.
Javelina (wild "pigs" which are actually
more closely related to rodents) are now
Commonplace. Coyote run the city in packs. Residents complain. Well. What do
They expect?

I had a wonderful encounter with
A wild creature this morning. This plain
Brown Thrasher sat on the rail of our stairs
For quite a while, looking at me quizzically.
What went through his mind, I wonder?
Dec 2016 · 267
I must away
SøułSurvivør Dec 2016
I must away
In truth to rest
My eyesight fails
I must attest
I'm done with reading
And counting sheep...

I must away
And find some *sleep!
GOODNIGHT EVERYONE!

HAVE A SAFE NEW YEAR'S EVE
AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Dec 2016 · 522
the rivers of space
SøułSurvivør Dec 2016
time
passes
slowly
  in the
          rivers  
                 of space
                      the Lord
                   sets His
            finger
to move
and to
     trace
the path
where            
we're  
going
         the path  
where
we've
          been  
he sees
                  us groaning
                              from when
                         life begins
but when
              we have passed
             it is then
we will see
      the rivers we've
               sailed through
toward our
           destiny
                     and when
           we have seen
all the deadfalls
and snares                  
we'll know He's                    
been with us        
           through    
all of our
cares
             and once
                  we have
                           seen this
                    push come to
shove
we'll know
His great
mercy
and
sing
for
His


LOVE



SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/30/2016
I'm arranging for New Year's Eve.
I'm having a small party
to celebrate the new year.
I can't say that I've made any
New Year's resolutions,
but I know i want to
spend more quality time
with the Lord.
He has helped me through the
holidays, which are always
very rough for me.
I also want to be more active
on this site, and Facebook.
Spend more time with you.
Even when I was not on site
I thought of, and prayed for
you often.
As we go through the
rivers of space
we encounter some people
who've set the course of
change in our lives.
I could definitely say that
many of you have done so for me.

Thank you!
May God bless you all!
SøułSurvivør Dec 2016
of wolves through their own pores,
Those who've heard the whispering
of hell behind closed doors.
Those who've tried their mettle
with a blacksmith's blows,
Those who've climbed a thorny trellis
just to find a single rose...

You may have to climb a mountain
10,000 feet tall
And even then the haters hate
and make you feel small
You may have to dig six feet
to find comfort at all...

But there's a solid surface
beneath the muck & mire,
There's a conflagration...
Yes! There is a fire!
Though all seems hopeless
Though it all seems dire
If you ache, it's yours to take
should you so desire...

Though it all seems worthless
a crust of filthy dross
He'll take your hand
You'll understand

The way of the Cross


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/29/2016
The life of a Believer in the Lord Jesus Christ is never easy. It is often despised. But joy comes through the mourning...

Got to sleep now. See you tomorrow  <3
Dec 2016 · 521
Neglect
SøułSurvivør Dec 2016
The old house stood against the sea
Neglected and alone
Peeled paint and blasted tree
Bleached as unearthed bones

Windows cracked and broken
There upon the heath
Doors mouths with words unspoken
A fence of rotten teeth

The gardens are untended
The ivy overgrown
Supporting beams so bended
The house should crumble down

Walk into ancient fairylands
Where the furnishings are dust
The curtains torn to greying strands
The chandelier is rust

Alone a peeling mirror
Along the wall I see
I look into it's empty depths
And behold the poet... ME.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/28/2016
I've been gone a long time again. I haven't been on any social media, including Facebook. Christmas has been very hectic. I made all my presents as I could not afford to buy any. I could give you a million excuses as to why I have not been here. The truth is that I could not tell you what has been happening with me. I have been in a deep depression. This Soul was not Surviving well. The holidays are always really hard for me, even though I have family. I don't know if it's the winter coming on in my Scandinavian blood, or the fact that my mother was always very depressed this time of year also. But lately I have been thinking of you all a lot. So here I am, hat in hand, asking your forgiveness once again for my absence. Belatedly I offer you:

Happy thanksgiving!

Merry Christmas!

And all the best for the new year... I will be around for that. Please forgive me!
Nov 2016 · 535
Isolating
SøułSurvivør Nov 2016
The piercing pain we sometimes feel
Cannot be expressed  
We cannot be as strong as some
We are not at our best
Our tongue is caught
And numb in thought
Our heart breaks in our chest
We seem to be on our last nerve
As you may have guessed
We feel distant and withdrawn
In need of peace & rest.

Please forgive my isolation
I can't seem to change the station
It doesn't take imagination
To understand loss of close relation

Please help me out, my friends, today
Send good thoughts, take time to pray
My father's world is going gray

He has no will to take or give
Has a memory like a sieve

He has lost the will to live

What I do now to bring back joy
This is the tack I will employ
I'll take him back to when he was a boy

Rather than writing a long book
I write a poem so he can look
As it evolves, it'll be my hook!

But I have to get out of my funk...

This idea's a slam dunk!


♡ Catherine
I know many of you are faithful to
Pray for me... THANK YOU!

GOOD THOUGHTS ARE WELCOME, TOO!

I NEED TO STOP ISOLATING AND GET
WITH MY DAD AGAIN TO WORK ON
THIS EPIC POEM WITH HIM!

♡♡♡♡♡
Nov 2016 · 715
♡ THANKSGIVING ♡
SøułSurvivør Nov 2016
°°•¤♡¤•°°

attitude of the heart
state of the mind
gratitude overflows
to make our
kindred
kind

the eyes of our souls
the ears of our spirit
open now to
charity
we CAN see
and
hear
it

for if we're blind to
LOVE
and can't hear the
SPIRIT
breeze
we are
TRULY
blind & deaf
can't see the forest
for the trees!

before GOD will bless
we must do our part
admit without Him

WE HAVE NOTHING

and receive a


GRATEFUL HEART!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/24/2016
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

I'M SO BLESSED TO BE HERE
ON HELLO POETRY!

THANKS FOR BEING IN
MY LIFE!

♡ Catherine

-
Nov 2016 · 802
stars around the corner
SøułSurvivør Nov 2016
°°•¤☆¤•°°

the night's as a dark cave
when you're in a test
you can look unto the east
look unto the west
no light to follow clearly
like a banjo out of tune
you chant a mass of chaos
to an uncaring
moon

BUT

there are
stars around the corner
there are
stars behind the door
stars outside your window
when you can't take anymore
stars, they have a sparkle
all their very own
they can warm you
like a hearth
or chill you to the
bone

look up!
dark nights don't last
and though there may be rain
the thunderstorms are passing
you will see the SUN again!
this ol' earth, it keeps on turning
and though the stars are gone
you know it's always
darkest
just
before
the

dawn

so just keep looking up
for Jupiter and Mars
but be sure
to make your wishes

to the

MAKER OF THE STARS


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/23/2016
Its almost 3 o'clock in the morning and I can't sleep. My father went into the hospital last night. I am cheering myself up with this poem. I don't know what's going to happen in the future. If my father goes into a care home I will be moving. But whatever happens I know that God will help me through it. I am relying on him more than ever these days. I am praying more than ever. If it seems like I'm not on site very much, it's because I need to be communing with the Maker of the stars.

Thanks for understanding.

☆ LOVE YOU ALL! ☆
Nov 2016 · 1.9k
The Jewels in my Crown
SøułSurvivør Nov 2016
I have a Crown that waits
In glory up above
A diadem of diamonds
And other stones of love

My blood it is as rubies
My sweat deep blue sapphires
My tears are as a topaz
Peridot, turquoise.

There are Opals in my charity
Pearls in my patience
Beryls in my honesty
Fire agate in my faith

Emeralds in empathy
I run from greed & vice
Moonstone in great mercy
Chrystophase in Christ

All these stones, and many more
Will never fade, grow old
They will be set in Floral Designs
Bezels of purest gold.

I design my diadem
With care, tender and great
To gain these stones I must allow
For vagaries of fate
There is mention of a mansion
That will be an estate
But I look forward to that crown

TO CAST AT JESUS' FEET!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/21/2016
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