I was furious today.
I was rash.
I didn't pray.

I AM RIGHT.
But then again
I've got to watch
my mouth and pen.

Do not worry.
fear for me.
I'm the Lord's

*and I am FREE!

This is blood REaD ink
on coal black paper
I'm the nightmare
Terminator
I'm not stopping
enemy dream
I'm right there
when you toss and scream
That subconscious
pale-eyed horse
let the razor
run its course
You wake up to
ink wet pages
I will rip them
fools or sages
I'm over your head
over your shoulder
I'm the gun
I'm the holster
I'm the money
I'm the loot
I'll be there
When you shoot
I'm the holster
you're so hot
I'll be there
when you're shot
I'm the bullet
I'm the lead
I'll be there

When you're dead.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/23/2013

A stop sign is still red
EVEN IN THE DARK!**


[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/7/2015

flowers were
made of sealing wax
and the trees
of woven flax
if the fish
could dip and fly
and the canyons
just a sigh
if the sea were
made of glass
and could be held
within a flask
if the mountains
were a pyre
and heaven was
a molten fire

if Atlantis
could be found
and all birds
flew underground
if crocodiles
we're meek and kind
and could restore
my tattered mind
if bricks of stone
would tear apart
and could repair
my broken heart
if all these things
could come to be
my lover
would
return
to
me


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/6/2015

cannot be earned. cannot be bought
cannot be grown upon a tree
this is what your work taught me...

to be a butterfly of tin
tough. resistant to the pin
to be a rhino made of paper
traversing planes just like a vapor
to be a tigress of silk
giving young pure mother's milk
to be a light. to ne'er expire
to be a flower made of fire

to express my feelings
reveal my hopes
find the humor
in my slumps
to find my weakness
feel the pain
find relief in its refrain
to smile and not feel guilt
gilt the flower... it will wilt!

to say what I mean
mean what I say
leave duplicity today!

to flow with ease
to turn a word
however banal
or absurd

absurdity is apt array
for the world of today!

to listen on the written page
to be a child
to learn

to rage!

this is what your work has taught
I may not learn it as I ought
but it always brings on thought
so know your struggle's not for naught
you're a flame that's burning hot!
in amber each penstroke is caught
I will, each war, have fully fought
I won't be fearful
never fraught...

this your poetry has taught!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/5/2015

---O---
^^---^^/\^/--^

the winter Sun is birthed
between the knees of the hills
crying and smitten by the morning star

alone, it makes its cold way
through grey skies
an albatross of tarnished silver
bland and unimpressed by the
roiling cloud cover

it will peek its way out at times

traversing the frigid sea of sky
it finally drowns with a whimper in the
maw of the mountains

to be reborn... made glorious summer...
in the Antipodes


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/5/2015

I was born.
I am still living it down.




10W
SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/4/2015

in the San Bernardino hills
so many dead or dying
terrorism kills.

but, folks, I have to wonder
so many "evil" guns
will our rights also be taken?
to protect daughters and sons?

I'm listening to mom's TV
with a heavy heart
so many lives just ravaged
so many torn apart!

is our city next?
it causes a tear
but I won't succumb to hate
I won't give in to FEAR!

whatever awaits in this short life
I won't be afraid
I will praise You in this storm
my heart steadfast and staid

this is what I pray about
I know I am not wrong
that this tension doesn't escalate
and we finally use

THE BOMB!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/3/2015

O God so great
to be an infant small?
did You weep,
or perhaps sleep
and never cry at all?

what was it like, sweet Mary,
to ride the night so black?
could you smile,
heavy with child,
upon a donkey's back?

what was it like, dear Joseph,
to know your wife would bear
God's own son,
but he'd be shunned,
a man of many cares?

what was it like, you shepherds,
to see the host's appear?
we're you scared
when they declared
heaven was so near?

what awed you so, O wise men?
was it the star alone?
or the holy child
so meek and mild
who'd descended from God's throne?

what was it like, O angels
to see your mighty King
lying there
in a manger bare
what joy could that sight bring?

and yet that night was joyous!
in ecstasy all sang!
or perhaps instead
they bowed their heads
while praise in heaven rang...

for now the great Messiah
is born to trumpet's blast -
what was it like
that special night

OUR SAVIOR'S BORN AT LAST!!!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/6/2011

are often there
to comment on
your woes and cares.

they are steady
as a rock
they are there
when you need to talk

they don't just write
they care to read
they relate
to your silent need

they will go
where your voice goes
be it Neruda
or be it Poe

they know to
pause when
you need a break
sometimes our
sanity's at stake

they will relate
on the site
offer help thru
lows and heights

they won't break
only bend
they don't need
daily or trend
they are THERE.

YOUR POETFRIEND.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/2/2015

>>>===>♡<===<<<

My former addiction
is proof of damage...

my current temperance
is proof of REDEMPTION.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/1/2015

I met you when I was young
you were handsome, you were fun
you were cool, just smooth as glass
you had style! you had class!
you were a rogue dressed as a swell
your lies were from the pit o hell.

(chorus)
can I tell it like it is?
smoke and mirrors, all show biz
not what you say, it's what you do
the devil is more straight than you!
can I witness? testify?
when you're truthful, it's a lie

things are never as they seem
I'd believe, but it's a dream
when you talk your face should crack
fingers crossed behind your back
you're so twisted and unwise
you're believin' your own lies!

(chorus)

how can you even stand yourself ?
you need guidance, you need help!
What'll you do when the reaper calls?
you stand before almighty God?
I hate to say it, but it's true...

you'd prob'ly LIE TO HIS FACE, TOO!!!

(chorus)


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/30/2015

can be a sword
but it can also
be a
fang
bullies on the
internet
where the one
can be a
gang
the multi-fac'd jester
from the box he
sprang
on his words he
rises up
on his words he'll

HANG.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/30/2015

doesn't
wade
in
strange
waters


[6W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/29/2015

immersion in the Jordan
risen from their graves
there's a place of graciousness
the pastel water saves
yes, there's a place of peaceful joy
for the heart that raves
wisdom beckons... righteousness!
for fools and for knaves
we are awake yet dreaming
wandering into the waves.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/28/2015

did you have a
good thanksgiving?
not to bring you down
but the people who
first helped the whites
are the poorest folk around.

the Nations of Lakota
the Navajo. the Sioux
they live their lives despairingly
not knowing what to do.

these people have rich heritage
some live off the land.
but the rez may not be able
to give them ground to stand.

what Caucasian people
gave the native folk
were the parts unwanted
a disgrace!  a joke!

some put up casinos
to "help" them in their plight
but much of this income
is wrenched from them by the white!

drugs and "fire water"
are a great deal to blame
for destruction of a culture
which bears noble name!

I have read the stories
of Gallup New Mexico
of many deaths of citizens
of the nation Navajo

because intoxication
and the bitter cold
have them sleeping under cars
or so the stories told.

when the owner of the vehicle
gets in and drives away
they run over the poor drunkard
who dies where they lay.

other grave conditions
have these people fraught
they have no essentials
we don't give a thought.

don't want to be crass
don't want to be gross
but they have no toilet paper
use newspaper! or worse!

there are churches. charity
but the folk are proud
they have basic dignity
this is not allowed.

but you can help their Nations
by giving to THEM
the worthy tribal leaders
will help them once again.

I felt lead to write this
I am SO concerned
they are the source of inspiration
by a great respect
they've earned.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/27/2015

for the hungry
in body, mind and soul
is everybody's business
should be a common goal

"we have ours my poet friend
a special day? indeed...
soup kitchens aplenty
to minister the need"

but the drunkard with his bottle
the druggie with her pipe
may not be all that grateful
may even cuss and gripe

why? you may ask yourself.
it's common. it's not news
let me tell you as a one who knows
i walked in them there shoes
holidays are hard
the addicted have the blues

"they deserve rejection
they are all at fault
they'd pull up their bootstraps
if they were worth their salt!"

but the folks i speak of
have burnt up family. friends.
it is a cycle they can't stop
sans God it never ends

so giving them a dinner
may fill a certain need
but spreading out the Love of God
is an enduring seed

don't talk down to them
if they are ready, share
you'll find they may just listen
and are tired of despair

we do have a burden
we have a heavy load
showing love to the unlovable
where the rubber hits the road

but if i didn't do it
a hypocrite i'd be
that person with the bottle
save God's grace

could be ME.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/23/2015

though the mills of God grind slowly
yet they grind exceeding small
though with patience
he stands waiting
with exactness grinds he all.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


for the wicked there's comeuppance
yes, for plagiarist and troll
it may not be in present tense
but evil has its toll

for the greedy human tyrant
for the fat politico
the rich are as a vagrant
trudging through the snow

******, Pol ***, Stalin
Napoleon's Waterloo
in disgrace and fallen
into hell's external stew

the world is a millstone
it grinds fine, or so it's said
born here crying and alone
finally we're dead

don't envy the deceiver
or those who perpetrate
they'll be the receiver
meet poetic Fate

God has a sense of humor
those who blot society
may end up with a tumor
in the end will not be free

those who think they're "first"?
pity the poor fools
they're actually cursed
to be the *devil's tools

there's no skating through this life
they will all be doomed
the scepter is a poison knife
the coffer is a TOMB.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/23/2015

Time to meditate and pray

Time to sleep and time to eat
Time to wash my father's feet!

Time to write and time to read
Keep up with my friends - agreed?

Time to cook and time to wash
Time to do the dishes - gosh!

Time to talk upon the phone
Time to be with God - alone

Now that day has just begun
I've communed with the Holy One
Meeting with the morning sun
Now it's time to have some FUN!

I have been daydreaming my dream.
Can I tell you what that is?
Standing on a stage in front of a
supremely silent crowd as I
speak of my heart. My life.
My God.

JESUS CHRIST.

This after performing the most
righteous (hippie slang for awesome) music. Music I have
written and SO long to share with
the world.

I have been preparing for this
all my life. Even though I was raised
an atheist. I've had this dream to
stand up for something of the
greatest impact, importance
and beauty.

I had this dream of
Jesus Christ returning you see.
When I was 10. I know His Spirit
has never left. But He will
return ******

I DREAMT THIS BEFORE I EVER
READ THE BIBLE OR WENT TO
CHURCH. He came to me in this
dream. On a white horse and the
Host behind Him. From the clouds
they rode in pure GLORY!

I could not see His face. But I sure
heard His voice. Which said;

"Cathy. I'm coming back.
You and your family
have to be READY".

Maybe you are an unbeliever.
But can you see how I would feel
as I do? Also go to the site search engine. Type in "Salvation Story
by SoulSurvivor". If this testimony
doesn't move you nothing will.
I want to share with the world
how Jesus Christ literally saved
my life. What better way than
with music? The universal
language.

I have a dream. Of megalithic
angels standing around the stadium.
People in AWE! Not of me.
Of God.

My message?

No more war.
LOVE.
REPENTANCE.
LEVELING OF PRIDE.

FORGIVENESS.

I believe that God would not
have put this in my heart if He
didn't want to, at least, allow me
to TRY!

I have a dream. That i was broken.
Then completely healed.
In my BODY, MIND and SPIRIT.

For 20 years God has been
leveling my pride. It needed it.
For 10 I've been writing
poetry, music and songs.

Now it's time.

My music will be released on
YouTube and Soundcloud
next month. The links announced.

I figure if you're gonna dream...

DREAM BiG.

Notice the little i in the middle of
BiG? That's ME. If I get a big head
the weight of it will make me fall.

Will you support me? PRAY.
Send good thoughts skyward.
I'll need every last one.

Thank you!

♥ Catherine

is like biting into
a scrumptious bar of chocolate
and tasting the wrapper.


soulsurvivor
(C) 11/19/2015

it is always the coldest
before the sun rises?


soulsurvivor
(C) 11/19/2015

a shadow dances

write upon it what you will

it will always be there


soulsurvivor
(C) 11/19/2015

and the planet bleeds from
a volcano of angst
and anger

refugees from the
black heart of fire
errupt on the scene
sending the ashes
skyward
in gouts
engulfing
Paris
like
Pompeii

wars errupt on the Main Streets
of Middle America
carrion for coyote
drug dealers
the PTSD
persuasion
has newly
vacant veteran's
tenement
bodies piling
like cordwood...

I hear the newscaster
announcing;

COULD WHAT HAPPENED IN
PARIS HAPPEN HERE?
WE ARE NOT PREPARED!
@ TEN!

duh.

in a country that
has forgotten its soul
we say goodbye to God

while Ol' Faithful waits...


soulsurvivor
11/19/2015

An interview with Mr Death
I felt (and smelt) his icy breath

He told me I was qualified
As his skeleton shook and sighed

He told me given half a chance
I could soon promote, advance

He said my work would be secure
That the job's a sinecure

Then, after talking for a while,
He gave me a toothy smile

I was unphased, was not yet dead
I knew my fate, I used my head
So I spoke, here's what I said;

"You've been comin' 'round my door
Promotin' for your stinking store

But I'm NOT scared. Ain't buyin' any
Wouldn't take it for a penny!

I don't have appreciation
I filled out no application...

Just go back to the grave beneath
You got no stinger, got no teeth

You can't have my bloomin' life!
I belong to Jesus Christ.

So you won't make me cry or beg,
Turn your face and shake a leg!

Death rattled in his tattered skirts
My parting shot?

"GO BUY SOME CERTS!"

Thus ended the interview
I'm no longer broken, blue.
Yes, I have more work to do
If he comes to bother you
Flush the ******

DOWN THE LOO!!!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/17/2015

and drums of skin
bring a song
we can begin

knowing flesh
sentient lark
bring us all
into the dark

pulsing pleasures
fly to the marrow
into the darkness
like a sparrow
the way is broad
the outcome narrow

hush my heart
into this way
love the night
and not the day

lust for shadow
shun the light
give your soul
without a fight

follow me
fulfill desire
sense the smoke
it's rising higher
you're coming closer
to the fire

come my children
death's sublime
slip to depths
you cannot climb
in the end

you are mine


soulsurvivor
(C) 2/11/2015