rain sreaks through the neon
wind howls in the bones
no lover to lean on
you're on the street alone

no stars in the auburn sky
they're all under your feet
the city beconed with a lie
and now you're on the street

-chorus-
you were once so proud and bold
now you're on the street of souls
you were young and now you're old
out there on the street of souls


you've slept in front of Grauman's
you've been to cattle calls
it's no place for a woman
my, how the mighty fall

there's a story of a starlet
took a header off the sign
they said she was a harlot
Hollywood can grind...

-chorus-

you walk along the Boulevard
an agent straight from hell
had given you his business card
but you lost that as well

now you look at all the stars
you tread on as you walk
you speak of all your fancy cars
but all it is is talk

you had a chance, you had your fame
in front of the news-cam
you have no one else to blame
you are just a sham

-chorus-


soulsurvivor
(C) 10/30/2015

in their bed of ash
lavender-grey and sultry

slowly reassemble into
a bed of coals
salmon and fuchsia

stretching
and
torching
the
morning
star


soulsurvivor
(C) 20/10/2015

Liberty and FREEDOM?
For SOME, but not for ALL.
For most the clock is ticking,
And it's slowing to a crawl.
The graphitti is in neon.
A luminous great scrawl.
The finger is a'pointing.
The writing's on the wall.

Can't afford our army corps
Let alone our vets.
Alone our heros wander streets
As mean as it gets.
Their chances of survival?
Don't take any bets.

What happened to the middle class?
Are THEY free anymore?
Yep. They push the shopping carts
At the Wal-Mart store.
It's one of their MANY menial jobs
They have three or four
Even the kids must work for pay
That mortgage is a bore
They feel like exploding.
It rocks them to the core.
They see all their neighbors
Are simply getting poor.

The liberty bell's cracked open
Can't you hear the sound?
All the freedom fighters left.
They've gone underground.
Look for the founding fathers.
They are not around.
Where are the stars and stripes?

Nowhere to be found.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/30/2015

---

the intellect
should be like love

with no strings attached


10W
soulsurvivor
(C) 9/30/2015

Share your heartache
Share your strife
Share your poems
Share your life

Be a witness
In the night
Overcome
And be a light

You'll be blessed!
What's to lose?
If no one shares
How can I choose?

Another's pain
You may relieve
It matters not
What you believe

Share your work
So we can see
How with strength

We can be FREE!


♥ Catherine

---

I've seen you on the streets,
my brother.
Lines of pain crease your young face
Your friend's the bottle.
You know no other.
There seems no way
to leave this place...

-CHORUS-
Oh, all your life's
been stormy weather
But God's sun could melt that sky...
It's been your fate
to sleep with devils...

but you could rise where angels fly


I've seen your body stolen, sister,
I've seen you sell it for false hope.
I've heard you say,
"Please help me, mister...!"
You're doing drugs so you can cope...

-CHORUS-

Just like a spider satan weaves
his tangled web of binding lies.
He offers much, but he deceives.
He'll take your hope and
steal your prize...

-CHORUS-

There is a one who's name is Jesus,
He will release you from your cell.
He shed His blood so
He could free us...

and send satan straight to HELL.

-CHORUS-


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 3/25/2008

---

from
the
blackness
white
steam
rises...

much
like
our
insp­iration


10W
soulsurvivor
(C) 9/30/2015

---

black crows fly
flock to the moon
and pick its fields clean
i sit and watch the harvest
as if in a dream

its face is barely visible
its light torn from its eyes
i sit here a'weeping
as it sails the skies

o brave moon!
do not despair!
don't give them a thought!
they may pluck your lighted fields
but their work is all for naught!

later in the evening
i see you have not waned!
as for all the scavengers

not a one remains.


soulsurvivor
(C) 9/28/2015

i lay my arms on
the hard blistering wood.

i do not resist the
ferocity of the blows
nor wipe the blood and spittle
from my eyes... my unbidden tears

i have this work.
it is for me to do and
only i can do it

in a little while
you will see me again...
i will make your soul a dove

a free bird which will make
its nest in my hands.

HELP PEOPLE

Share your story.
Share your strife.
Share a poem.
Save a life.

CHALLENGE

If you have overcome an obstacle
If you have witnessed a miracle
If you were blue
and didn't know what to do
but have yet reached out
and found that someone helped

ALL UPLIFTING STORIES!**

Please write about the
good in this cruel world.


♥ Catherine

---

I've done some research
On cancer's cause
Western medicine, Dr Oz.

They don't have answers, I'm afraid.
And the cure is in what GOD made.

Cancer's vector? A simple virus.
A parasite and a fungus.

Candida overgrowth.
Radiation. Stress.
We all face this in the West.

So are there answers? Well. Let's see.
Tell me if you don't agree.

Sodas should go down the drain
They have sugar or aspertame.

Sugar feeds cancer. Cut it out!
I KNOW that this will make you pout
But you can find nuts a tasty treat
Find some that you like to eat!

Say NO to coffee. All caffeine.
Eat kale and other leafy greens.

If you want nutrition saved
Cut the cord on your microwave!
They watered plants
with water nuked
They died. Nutrition down the tubes.
So no TV dinners. Processed foods.

No fruits or veggies grown GMOs.
WHEAT is bad! And on it goes.

So it may cost a little more?
Shop your local health food store!

What does it matter?
What's cancer's cost?
And your life will not be lost!

If you tire of reading this
There may be important
things you miss... READ ON!

NATURAL REMEDIES FOR CANCER

Blackstrap molasses. 1 tablespoon
Baking soda. 1 teaspoon
Mix with a glass of water and drink.
(Baking soda should be found at
a health food store)
Blackstrap molasses can also be used
topically for skin cancer.

Tincture of the husk of the
Black walnut nut. 2 drops
Tincture of clove. 2 drops
Tincture of wormwood. 2 drops
Mix in a glass of water and drink. Add lemon and honey.
It'll taste better.

IMPORTANT!
DO NOT USE TAP
OR BOTTLED WATER!
Get distilled water and add
Minerals in liquid form.
Your health food store will have this.

There are many herbs and spices
Which help.
There's iodine in common kelp.
Turmeric
Cucumin
etc.

VERY POWERFUL
Soursop tea. Green tea sans caffeine
Fresh vegetables of the rainbow...
Colors are viamins!

Vitamin supplements
Especially B-17

If you can't find these in your
Health food store ask them to order.
Or go on Amazon and order.

was one of the first poets
to comment on my work
here on Hello Poetry.

He's a fantastic poet
and has been a friend.

I'm dedicating this poem to him.


*SHORES

i
rise
from
the
limpid
waves

aqua
and
sapphire
the
currents
drag
­at
my
feet

i
have
stayed
on
the
other
shore
long
only
catching
g­limpses
of
a
far
land

but
now
i
am
close
enough
to
see
its
sands­

each
grain
a
diamond
sparkling
in
my
mind's
eye

the
sand
is
di­amond
the
trees
emerald
the
sky
opal

yet
the
shores
i
left
behin­d
are
familiar
and
i've
stayed
there
a
little
while

are
there
fa­miliar
faces
here
also?

the
waves
drag

then
i
see
Him

His
hand­
beckons
on
the
shore
i'm
approaching

He
stands
before
a
multitu­de
of
other
faces

some
i
recognize

comfort
comes

and
acceptanc­e

and
serenity

but
He
will
allow
me
time

time
to
say


goodbye­

---

should
life's
banquet
be
a
table
set
for
only

one?


soul­survivor
(C) 9/25/2015

I will be off site for a while.
I have some things to take care of.
Hopefully they won't take
Too long to sort out.
Thanks for understanding.

Love you all!

Catherine

comes not with
bad grammar
or the stammer
       or misplaced i
it's not the
             its for is not
the stymied thought
                    or the common guy

It comes from
the million dollar word
                           to be heard
a life unspent to pay rent

                                   in a tent
and never asking


                                               WHY


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/16/2015

---

feral kittens chase about
up trees they run and play
leaving off their hunting
at the dawning of the day

born benieth a neighbor's house
as wild as a bird
just as free, you can see
but they are never heard

just weened they are still playful
as kittens always are
but they have just begun to roam
they will not go far

oops! the pair have seen me
as i sit and pray
crouched down low...
off they GO!
the babes have run away!


:) soulsurvivor
(C) 9/16/2015

---

in a time
of sadness
loneliness and
confusion
i am trapped
inside a
irresistible
prison

*my own body

---

i

blue grey clouds
of crushed
velvet

sunlight
tears
the
seams


ii

embers of
delicate peach
ignite flames
of fuchsia

the orb of
sun burns colors
away to ashes

blown into floes
of white
mare's
tails


iii

tiny bird
settles restless
on the
highest
branch

flits
away


iv

wind
through
the weathered stones
cries then whispers

luring
the children
who lie within our ribs
to break free
and sing
songs
of
play


v

mamalaria
cactus
wears her
wreath
of
pale
lavender
flowers

sings to
her babes
clustered
below

saguaro
listens



soulsurvivor
(C) 9/13/2015

into the world
of shadows
that fantastical
garden
adrift in the
night

underground
in the
ether of
haunts
the boatman
still demands
payment
and
the
river
still

flows

fade
into the other side
of midnight's

nightmare

SS 9/9/2015

~~~

under a glacier
glassine bubbles form
never to find their
fridged way
to the

    surface

where they can
merge joyful
with

    the sky

my mind is

    submerged


my heart can
only see through
a window awash
with rain

always understood
by my flesh
but never


     my *SOUL

---

There's a creature in this cruel world
Who love's to hurt
And make you blue
He's out there lurking for you, child
He'll take everything from you...

... but oh!
How handsom and delightful!
When he speaks the silver rings!
Come to find out he is frightful
Scorpion with angel's wings

Watch out child...
Watch out for liars.
Those who practice to deceive!
He'll take you down
To his own fires
He will sting if you believe!

But! Oh how beautiful and graceful!
And! How exquisitely you sing!
But. My "friend", you are disgraceful!

Scorpion with Angel's wings


SoulSurvivor
9/6/201

What was meant to be a good thing
and a unifying factor here at HP
has become a disaster for me
personally. And I guess I must
have hurt feelings which I
absolutely did not intend to do!

The outcome of the Lovefest Contest
received only one like. And that was
from illegitimate no more who won.
I therefore can only conclude that
folks are upset.

I want, therefore, to apologize to the
other contestants of the contest.
Amanda in Scarlet
The Sagest Assuager
Winn
I have sent messages to them
personally as well.

My reasons for choosing the poet
I did I felt to be right. I still do.
The entire reason for the contest
was to encourage young and
new writers. People who may hurt.
To give encouraging support.

But even a good thing can be
misconstrued. I sure didn't want to
"diss" anyone. Once again
I apologize.

I have hereby cancelled
Lovefest Contest 2

♥ Catherine

It was a very tough decision
but I think that it's important
to encourage the people on
site to help each other!


WINNER!

illegitimate no longer!

For the poem
Savory
Dedicated to The Sagest Persuader

I HAVE "LIT" THIS POEM TODAY!

---

CONGRATULATIONS
to Amanda In Scarlett
for her DAILY POEM for 8/30/2015
The Gardener and the Seed
dedicated to Paul M Chafer

---

THANKS TO

The Sagest Assuager
for the poem
The Fourth (incarnation)
dedicated to
illegitimate no longer

Winn for her poem
high road
dedicated to a poet who has
now left Hello Poetry :'(

---

LOVEFEST CHALLENGE 2

I have another challenge!

Please read on the
site search engine
Lovefeat Contest by Soulsurvivor
for the rules

Put #lovefestcontest2 on tags

THANK YOU
and good luck!!!

♥ Catherine

---

what is it makes a person
great in this sad world?
where there's such mediocrety
it is a precious pearl

is it that they have money?
that they have accrued
a trillion dollar bank account?
does this make a person good?

perhaps they have a famous face
or well regarded name
maybe they play basketball
and have a winning team

is it artistic talent?
was Vincent van Gogh lauded?
in his painful lifetime
was this man applauded?

perhaps they are as Edison
and have a brilliant mind
but Edison used Tessla
to him he was unkind

this is what I think
makes a man or woman great
that they give life their ALL
that they do not faint

if you sweep the street
and make it clean and bright
If you are an educator
and bring poor children light
if you are a poet
on a humble poetry site
it is forgiving others
not having to be right!
if you are a boxer
and don't give up the fight

this is what is greatness
it's not playing a part
it is truly living

with your entire HEART.


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/31/2015

---

There are some boyz
Across the street
The kind I wouldn't
Like to meet
They are as tan
As toasted wheat
Their bedrooms prob'ly
Smell like feet

Their pecs are pumped
Their abs are bunched
Eat a half a cow for lunch
I don't know, I have a hunch
They wave goodbye to Cap'n Crunch!

They play bad music
Have loud voices
Use poor vocabulary choices
They are cute, have pretty faces
But couldn't tie their own shoelaces

So long serene nights
With you, my moon
So long peaceful afternoons
They use their yard as a spittoon
I'm gonna just go inside real soon
And pick up the telephone
Call a number that I own

Soon of noise I will be free

I know their landlord you see!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 8/30/2015

---

in a dream i found that
i was inert and all
i could do was
look for the
directions
on my
package of
flash frozen
life...

but i still can't put
myself in the
microwave...

---

is it the forest or the trees
where the real truth lies?
is it in elephant graveyards
where a true heart dies?
and how can sages ask
the wherefores and the whys?

there's only One who measures
the circumference of the skies.


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/26/2015

based on a song by Bob Dylan

oh, what did you see
my blue eyed son?
oh, what did you see
my darling young one?

i saw an old man
with feet that were bleeding
i saw a young child
with eyes that were pleading
i saw an old frigate
it's sails black and rotten
a man on an island
who's soul was forgotten
a poet in chains, an artist in prison
a fiery phoenix who's newly arisen

and it's a hard... it's a hard...
it's a hard... it's a hard...
it's a hard rain's a'gonna fall

and what did you hear
my blue eyed son?
what did you hear
my darling young one?

a man played a trumpet
through teeth that were broken
i heard the last kind word
that ever was spoken
the tears of a whale
upon a red beach
the flutter of flags
the last truth to be preached
a man a'screamin
a maiden a'mournin
a valley a'drownin
a mountain a'formin

and it's a hard... it's a hard...
it's a hard... it's a hard...
it's a hard rain's a'gonna fall...

so what will you do
my blue eyed son?
oh, what will you do
my darling young one?

i'll throw my arms out
and shake fists at the sky!
i'll never stop asking...
i want to know why!
i'll never forget the man with the lie!
i'll fight the good fight...
and then i will *die!

'cause it's a hard... it's a hard...
it's a hard... it's a hard...

*it's a hard rain's a'gonna fall!

\\♡//@\\♡//@\\♡//

in a field of no regress
in a place of emptiness
in a time of doubt and fear
when you lose someone who's near
when life cuts you to the bone
when you're feeling all alone
knowing that you'll never see
that person who is dear to thee
just remember my sweet child
My presence is there all the while
your life's path may wind and wend
but always know it's not the end
for of pain they're finally free
they are safely here with Me
in My kind and loving arms
free from tears. free from harm
they're just on the other shore
in perfect peace forevermore


♥ Catherine

\\♡//@\\♡//@\\♡//


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/23/2015

---

i'm going to be off the site
there is something I must write

while i may seem to be gone
i won't be able to be on long

don't be saddened. I'm not bereft.
i've not been hurt. I have not left.

there's a story to be conveyed
a friend who has a lot to say

i'm writing series for her right now
i have to research to learn how

my mom is better, which is good
but I'm still caregiving as i should

i've been in a sort of daze
because i've been off site for days

talking with people on the phone
doing all the work alone

I'm writing this post as i am
don't want to be the source of spam

i just want to let you know
'cause some folks felt the need to go

but I'm not under troll attack
i'll be gone *but i'll be back

~~~^♡^~~~

RULES:
Create a write which blesses
another poet. One on one.
Select a poet who you have
never written about before.
An "unknown" as it were.
Someone new or someone
who's been hurt here.
They don't have to be
on site currently.
It can be any style or length.
NO SPAM PLEASE!
It must be a sincere writing
to bless them.

Simply put "#lovefest-contest"
under tags at the very bottom
of the screen where you have
written your poetry.

PRIZE!
On the third of September I will
review the entries under the
#lovefest-contest heading. THEY
MUST BE UNDER THIS HEADING.
The winning entry will SHINE!

I WILL LIGHT IT UP!

This means that it will automatically
TREND.

I'M PUTTING MY MONEY WHERE MY
MOUTH IS! All entries will be reposted by me on my site and
placed on 3 collections.

ANY QUESTIONS COMMENT
HERE OR CONTACT ME VIA
THE SITE MESSAGE SYSTEM

REMEMBER TO CHOOSE SOMEONE
WHO DOESN'T OFTEN GET WRITTEN
ABOUT. SOMEONE HURTING. OR
SOMEONE NEW.

*THANK YOU AND GOOD LUCK!

---


the Man
sat crosslegged
on a mat of
green reeds

the woman
gulped and
wept as she
broke the
beautiful bottle
and poured out the
oil of spikenard
(worth a year's wages)
onto the head
of the Man

grumbling from
the thief as he
saw the chance
for his fortune
running
down
the
beard
of
the
Man
he
valued
less
than
dust

but i set
these words
down in
rememberance
of this deed

for her

she valued Him
more than
her most prized
possession

more than her
own temple of flesh
she had perfumed

and so
she
prepared
the
Man
for
leaving
His
own.



in DEATH


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/17/2015