I've been sick within my soul
Without an end. Without a goal
Only evil did I serve
An evil fate what I deserved
But Jesus came to rescue me
By His sacrifice I'm FREE!

Lifelong service to my Lord
His salvation my reward
His wooing Voice at last I heard
He will help me by His Word
Now I finally understand
I will never leave His Hand

Though at one time I was estranged
My conscience He has rearranged
Now I blossom. Now I grow
In the righteousness I know
I do not live upon my whims

I give my very LIFE to HIM.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/11/2016

Can't be givin' any "likes"
I'm bowling perfect
Not gettin' no strikes!
I've been readin'
Days and nites
Computer's tellin' me
To take a hike
There it is
In black 'n white
This really stinks
It just ain't right!
Can u relate
To my plight?

Allow me to put my head on your chest... then BREATHE.

Recite to me your poetry so I can hear it reverberate against my ear...

I can already tell it will be in perfect rhythm with your

*HEART.

Across the water he skates with feet of clay. Frigid eels in his veins, they slither under his skin. His blood is volcanic ice. His forehead is an avalanche. His eyes are frozen atolls. His soul is made of liquid nitrogen. Dancing, he's the creature 10000 Leagues Under the Sea. At rest the iceberg that wrecked the Titanic. Don't come near him ladies. He comes off as a nice little cuttlefish. But he will lash out with his whip pads, ****** you into his ***** beak, and glomb on with every sucker he owns.
He's a real masher, the Disco Slasher, Mr Goodbar X 10. Comes off as a "Nice Guy".
Comes off as a "Friend". But watch out for his Frozen tentacles. They will be your END.


SoulSurvivor
(c) 3/10/2016

Your gracious Light extends
You have Healed my brokenness
On You I can depend
You touched my pain with Loving Hands
Anointing hurts and woes
It's like a warm embrace and kiss
And Love that OVERFLOWS!
Thank you for what You have done
The Healing You have wrought
This kind of Restoration
Can't be obtained or bought
I need no Hydrocodone
I have no need for pills
I have my Balm of Gilead

And I ALWAYS WILL!


SoulSurvivor
(c) 3/10/2016

My mouth is wrapped in razor wire. The less said the better. Whole worlds are caught between my teeth. My eyes are somewhere between moons, and my nostrils breathe the mist of demons. My earlobes have the jewelry of vast continents. And my throat is strangled with amethyst tears. My hair wraps your shoulders. My pearls touch your belly. And my hands? They flutter like leaves in the wind to catch galaxies. I long to say the three words. But deserts live on my tongue.

Yet it takes only a moment to say goodbye.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/7/2016

How can I help my brother
When my own pain won't abate?
How can I lift my sister
When I can't move my own weight?
How can I feed the hungry
When I can't fill my own plate?
I help folk who feel guilty
Yet I can't clean my own slate...
Is there a way to move them
Through the vagaries of fate?

There are principles in life
Which always undergird
Many are the trials of life
I've only seen one-third
Sometimes we are captured
A sadly cag-ed bird
But one thing ALWAYS brightens days
Perhaps you may have heard
A smile that reaches to the eyes

And a KINDLY SPOKEN WORD.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/7/2016

and fire's sceptre
crown of blood
robe of spectres

dual tounges
speaking stealth
elites on fire
for their wealth

coal black tombs
washed with white
sepulchres
proclaiming "right"

"moral high ground"
in the wrong
they sell us all out
for a song

the rocket's red glare
anthems made of thin air
gave naught to the night
for our flag was NOT THERE

Oh, say, can you see?
or are you yet blind?
for we are not FREE
we are in a bind!

STAR STRANGLED BANNER
thunder rolls, lightning crashes
for whom the bell tolls?
for THEE, REIGN OF ASHES!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 3/4/2016

I lived in a war zone
Streets filled with razor wire
Nothing much to cling to
Nothing to inspire

On one side was my enemy, and
Filled with angst and hate
I lobbed all sorts of insults
The war would not abate

But one of my neighbors
Suggested that I find
Some forgiveness in my heart
To give me peace of mind

And so I started cleaning
Picked up all my waste
Swept up in all the corners
And found peace at last!

Across the street they saw plain
The white flag I errected
It was a thing that gave them pause
Not what they expected!

They threw trash, and they threw dirt
Upon my sidewalk paved
But i expect that I just swept
And gave a friendly wave!

After a while of this response
They were in retreat!
They could never get a rise!
They knew their hate was beat!

And so together as one
We removed the razor strands
And had a big BLOCK PARTY!
We even had a band!

And so "us" and "them"
Finally became "we"
No more HATE! Isn't that GREAT?!!

*At last we're finally FREE!

--

streaming island before my vision
did i see you weep?
i know it's all a blind decision
will this soul you keep?

we are not islands, nor are we stones,
we wail at the walls,
sometimes our lives are not our own

*for we are foolish ALL.

¤==()()

in the birdsong and the wind
God plays his violin!


[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/29/2016

A little child on father's knee
Looked up at him with hope
She really wanted for to see
Through his telescope

He bent the lens down toward her
So she could place her eye
Then directed the tube upward
So she could see the sky

She saw a sphere with mighty rings
Another with a spot
But a strange and awful planet
Gave her pause and thought

For it was black and yellow
A putrid sort of green
She'd seen dwarf stars
But this, by far,
Was the ugliest she'd seen!

"What is this one, daddy?"
The girl asked, quite perplexed
He put his eye upon the lens
And saw why she was vexed.

"Well, my little daughter
There lived a warlike race
They were mean, and didn't seem
To see their world's grace

So they just destroyed it
Now it has no worth
We call it Garbage Planet
Once it was called Earth"

So from her single eye
She shed a single tear
And shook her oval head
Her father drew her near

"Don't worry my darling
Don't worry in the least
That warish race is gone now

and now we are at PEACE."



SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/28/2016

Can you cure this flu?
I need relief! I'm appealing to you!
It's a nasty bug making its rounds,
There ain't no cure to be found!
I've tried over counter,
And I've tried herbs,
I'm so miserable, there ain't no words!
But you can't help me, cuz I'm in the red,
So I'll take some excedrin and go to bed.

You put on your makeup
And your plastic face
Your big wide smile
And your social grace
You gaze out at your
Penthouse view
You're primed and ready
It's all about you
As you don your full length mink
You look in the mirror
And tip a wink
You're Gucci dressed
And designer shod

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

Downstairs waits your limousine
Goin' to Tavern on the Green
You meet your hubby
Do what's "right"
You'll meet your boy toy
Late tonight
You order dinner
Such style! Such class!
Only the best wine
For your glass
Your "friends" all love you
You hobnob

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

You exit the restaurant
To go to a show
Hottest ticket
Don't you know
Your hubby smiles
'Cuz you're on his arm
You're the classiest dame in town!

A homeless woman asks for a dime
You say get a watch to determine the time
You've given to charity
Such a snob

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

The beggar woman asks again
Your rich hubby starts to grin
"Gave at the office" He says with a laugh
You cut her off as she tries to pass
"Get a job" is what you say
She won't eat at ALL today...
She won't see a Broadway show
Heck! She has no place to go!
You smile smugly.
You hear her sob...

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

The beggar dies out in the cold
You're laid out, too, in a coffin of gold
She is comforted. You're bereft.
She goes to the right. You go to the left.
There's no respect of persons with God.

Because to Him BEAUTY IS AN INSIDE JOB.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2013
Rewritten (c) 2/26/2016

Small but mighty is the tounge
It gets a lot of use
To us writers it's the PEN
And equal in abuse.

We have a bridle for a horse
Which can turn the beast around
A great ship has a rudder
Small, as it is found.

Thus can tounge and pen be made
The turn, the helm, ye scribes!
It can bless. It can destroy.
IT CAN RUIN LIVES!

What separates the poet
From those people who abuse
Their "God given right to free speech"
This should NOT be news

The difference is quite evident
When you take the facts apart
One uses pens to lacerate

The true poet has a HEART.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/24/2016

Excepting when it POURS
When God opens a window
He always shuts the door
I will praise Him with my voice
Til I can sing no more
And when I can no longer sing
I will dance the floor...

When I cannot dance the floor
Because I've lost my legs
I will clap my hands out loud!
I won't cry or beg!

And when I cannot clap my hands
Because I'm close to death
I will praise my dear Lord Jesus
With my final breath.


♡ Catherine

We sleep in peace and comfort
We eat the fatted calf
We have our dinner parties
Toast to health and have a laugh
We drink the blood of martyrs
Ordered by carafe
We don't count up the carnage
We just don't do the math...

On the other side of paradise
On the outskirts of our lawns
There are people dying
While we stretch and yawn
We feel we've won the chess game
Cuz we've captured a spare pawn
But the devil's out there laughin'
And has been all along...

How can we sit and watch TV
That information liar!
And while We lie there entertained
Our mattress is on fire
We watch our bridges burning
And dance around the pyre!
Asked the piper to play us
Whatever we desire

But don't you know - we had our show
Now payment is required


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/22/2016

There once was a man
Who lived a "good" life
He worked through all trials
Temptation and strife

He lived very humbly
Never wished to be rich
Was good to his neighbours
Nothing bad passed his lips

He said, " God look at me!
I am worthy of praise!
I am without sin
But not by your grace...

For I am an atheist
And I don't need Christ
Humans provide
All their own good advice."

Then there was another
Who, quote, "lived for God"
But he looked upon sinners
as though they were odd...

He said, " God, I thank thee
That I'm not like them
For I walk uprightly
No, I do not sin...

And when I get to heaven
The praise shall be loud!
I'll walk right in
And I'll be so proud!"

Then there was a woman
Who'd give her last dime
That she could use drugs
And drink her sweet wine

But she cried, " Lord!
Please have mercy on me!
For I am so wretched!
So unworthy of thee!

I'm not all that clean
And I shout at folks
I drink and do drugs
And God help me, I smoke!

But, Lord, I am trying!
I want so much to change!
Please come into my heart
And my life rearrange..."

Then came the time
When all of them died
And the woman in heaven
Saw the men with such pride

In eternal torment
They cried out, "Lord!
We kept all your precepts
And sin we abhorred!

Why is that woman
Up there with you?
She so unfaithful
And she so untrue!

But Jesus said sadly,
"Yes, you were "good".
You had that advantage
Yet misunderstood.

I did not want works.
That's not what I bid.
You gave not your hearts,
But this woman DID.

I was always there knocking
But death cut like a knife
I gave you your chance...

YOU HAD YOUR WHOLE LIFE.


SoulSurvivor
(c) 6/14/2009

In my photo album there's a black and white snapshot from your old Kodak camera. I'm sitting upon your stalwart shoulders with a backdrop of mountainous desert. Upon your height my head is above the hills my smile brighter than the whole blue sky.

I still remember that day. We went to Picacho Peak with a picnic lunch and climbed through the rocks, investigated the arroyos. The desert was alive with wildflowers. I collected some and brought them to you - you named every one.
Bluish-purple lupine. Yellow rabbit's bush.
Orange African daisies. Bright desert poppies. Indian paintbrush, flaring strokes of carmine fire. Pale pink globe mallow.

You have such a brilliant mind, a scientist in love with nature. I think you collected some seed to plant with the cacti in your backyard garden...

I still remember. It was a day that stands like that peak in my memory. The breeze in my curls way up high, upon those mountainous shoulders. It whispered to me of the desert spirits. And our guardian angels sang of the wonders of freedom.

I know you heard it, too.


♡ your daughter,
                   Catherine


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/20/2016

... of all your kind comments, reposts, ♡s!
Tomorrow will be a very busy day for me.
But I will be back to read on Sunday.
I'm sorry I haven't been reading. I'm in pain. I guess that makes one self obsessed.
I seem to be able to write. But I can't concentrate to read. I don't want to skim.
Then put a heart on what I haven't read.
This is something I'm sure every poet can appreciate.

Take care my poet friends.
I will see you soon!

♡ Catherine

A teenage alcoholic
Stumbling up the stairs
You believe that no one understands
That nobody cares.
You have friends that cut themselves
And friends that take hard drugs
It's been years since you recall
Ever getting hugs

You believe that you will never change
You may even love your sin
But though it may be ugly
You're Beautiful to Him

You're middle aged and overweight
You've lost your husband/wife
You're weary of the daily grind
May even hate your life
You look in the mirror
Apply your makeup/shave
You see the crow's feet and gray hair
You're ready for the grave

You believe that fate has cursed you
That you will never win
But no matter appearances
You're beautiful to Him

The "Elephant Man", John Merrick
Was found in a cage
In a horrendous "freak" show
They said he was estranged
From basic humanity
Because of face and form
But Dr Frederick Reeves
Proved all of them wrong
He didn't look upon the face
Which was deformed in whole
He looked into his pleading eyes
And saw a lovely SOUL.

Though Joseph "John" Merrick
Was ugly by our ken
He was blessed of our great God

And BEAUTIFUL TO HIM!

BRIDGE:

No matter what society
Will say or do or think
No matter if you hate yourself
And your on the brink
No matter what
No matter how
You can yet begin
You're precious to the Living God

You're beautiful to Him.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/18/2016

You're lookin' at the river
Feelin' down and weak
When you're
Wadin' in the water
and it's rushing 'round your feet
When you want to
Reach the other side
And feel you can't retreat
The same insane song
In your head
And it is on "repeat"...

Just remember there are Bridges
They are made of words
Remember there are Bridges
Things you haven't heard
Remember there are Bridges
Made with human hands
Remember there are Bridges
Then you'll understand

The waters in that riverbed
They are cold and deep
They have a riptide current
So look before you leap!
You can't stand against them
They will take you down
You may just go under
Brother, sister, you will drown!

(chorus)

Reaching out ain't easy
But it don't get much worse
Than feeling down and vulnerable
Living with a curse
It's like picking up the planet
To lift that lifeline phone
But there people who
Will care for you...
You are not alone!

Just remember there are bridges
They are made of Words,
Remember there are bridges
Things you haven't heard,
Remember there are bridges
Made with God's own hand
Remember there are bridges
Then you'll understand.


BRIDGE:
Remember there are Bridges
When you are at a loss
They weren't made to jump from

They were made to CROSS.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/12/2016

15-25
I searched for love in Looks
Handsome face and I was hooked
I was shallow, I got took.
How I cried! The tears that shook
these shoulders due to Looksist lies
These men wore masks just to disguise
Now I find they were no prize.

25-35
I went for intellect.
I was much more circumspect.
But i got what you'd expect.
Just because a person has a mind
doesn't mean they're not unkind.
In fact they're meaner, you may find.

35-45
I looked upon the Heart.
Bravery. One who'd take my part.
I looked for talent, love of Art.
But still, no love did this search bring.
My own heart n'er found its wings.
The Heart deceives above all things.

Now I look not for devices.
That bring only deceitful vices.
I'm not willing for those prices.
My man's not beautiful nor bold.
He is smart, but we're both old.
Upon him I am totally sold...

... I finally looked upon the SOUL.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 2/9/2016

Lookin' for a definition
The search engine position
It's a tricky proposition
Siri's off upon her mission

The standard answer is her stance
Has she ever been entranced
By starry eyes or moon's that dance?
Without a heart...? Not a chance

But maybe in her circuit board
There's an AI song... a chord...
In her there is some reward
Her humanity restored

Maybe in her silicon mind
There's a place where she can find
A way to let go and unwind....

No.

To her, love's truly *blind

PLEASE TRY TO CONTACT HER
VIA THE SITE MESSAGE SYSTEM!

HARRIET... DON'T GIVE UP BEFORE
YOUR M I R A C L E! YOU HAVE

F R I E N D S!!

WE CARE!!!**

We have no way of knowing if your
posting is REAL or METAPHOR.
Even if it's a metaphor to your
end as a POET we care.

Thanks!


♡ Catherine

Put me in a dungeon black
Put me in a jail
Keep me there with hunger, lack,
Hold me without bail
Stack the warrants, make 'em high
So tall you cannot see
You can pile 'em to the sky
But, brother, I'm still FREE.

I don't care about this life
This body, wrapped in chains
I expected pain & strife
Don't care for my remains
You can burn me at the stake
Break out the guillotine
I will die for Jesus' sake
Upon The Lord I'll lean
You may think this strange behavior
But ponder it... you'll see
I won't forsake my Savior
Because He died for ME

He died in greatest suffering
His pain was SO much WORSE
Vinegar the soldier's offering
When His lips were cracked with thirst
He was scourged 39 times
With whips with metal tails
They made Him drag a heavy cross
They pierced His wrists with nails
He died by crucifixion
The most painful death, they say
But HE HAD THE VICTORY...

... HE ROSE ON THE THIRD DAY!

(chorus)


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/8/2016