as they soar
They course the winds and roam
They care not for snow nor rain
They make the clouds their home!

Consider the badger in his den
He worries not for gold
He will fight till his last breath
To defend his hole!

Consider the lion and his pride
They suffer want and lack
But they care naught or give a thought
They will be bouncing back!

Consider the fish within his pool
He worries not for drink
He won't beware for lack of air
He's stronger than we think!

Consider the wildflower
The bravely climbing rose
She will, in gloom, put forth her bloom
And cover trees in floes!

Consider the canine!
Consider the mighty horse!
They don't amend the name of friend
they're better ones of course!

Consider kingdoms of the wild
Do you find it odd?
They worry not. Give nothing thought

They just depend on GOD.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/19/2016

a lighter shade of blue am I
looking up at the bowl of the sky
I wonder when, I wonder why
your love has gone, your love has died

I look out upon the sea
it's color reflects the heart in me
it's waves drift from aft to lea
I've cut the cord, and set you free

away you go upon the tide
I can't stop the hurt inside

you'll always be within my heart
and it's tearing me apart

it's all in what you say and do
I'm now a lighter shade of blue


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/19/2016

my perception wavers
my senses filled with wraiths

over the windowsill
i see you walking
as the sound
of church bells trip
down the hills
falling at your feet

unaware you step over them
on your way to your glass
house filled with orchids
you've heard nothing
nothing

I smell roses rotting under
my window and there's
a placenta over the moon

it stretches it's mouth
to cry its soft mewling infant's tears
but the garden is dead
and nothing
but nothing
will
bring
it
back


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/18/2016

creeps o'r the hills
golden honey
from clouds spills
rain that soothes
the heart and eye
the former broken
the latter cries

all at once
the morning star
doesn't seem
so very far
the peacock color
of velvet crush
hold its gem
in its soft clutch
the ghost of moon
a crescent be
to smile above
just for me

Thank You God
I only pray
You reveal

Your will today

in this game
I'm just a pawn
but the Sun rules
and now the
dawn


SoulSurvivor
(C)1/17/2016

Up, down, sideways, and back again.
It's the rapid cycle and it is no joke.
I'm going through changes so quickly
I don't even remember what I've said
or done in the last few hours. Please
forgive any erratic behaviour.

I'm not kidding. This happens to me
every now and then. I'm terribly anxious.
And scared. I don't know when it will
end, or even IF it will!

I have to remember God's promises.
Good thoughts/prayers appreciated!

I AM going off site a while.
I need to level out. I took my meds
and should be o.k. it just feels
like I'm out of control.

I'M SORRY IF I OFFENDED ANYONE!

♡ Catherine

on the eggplant
and magenta mottled
side of a snow leopard

its paws barely touching
the winter hills below


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/16/2016

!!!¡¡¡!!!¡¡¡!!!¡¡¡!!!¡¡¡!!!

white light, never grey,
you've come to rest
upon my hand
do not fly away!
i am held in awe of you
i'm held in your sway
this is what i wish
this is what i pray
i will not be selfish
i'll be kind today
you'll find a home
within my heart
then maybe
you'll stay...

i'll be truly faithful
i'll be truly meek
i'll be truly patient
i will uphold the weak
i'll lead by example
those who truly seek...

i've been meditating
upon the skies above
what i've searched for
all my life
is your perfect love

true wealth's in the humble
retribution to forgive
the walk will make you stumble
in death we truly live

so i will be long-suffering
and i will release
the joy that is inside me

i will be at PEACE.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/16/2016

(gnarly guitar riff)

Here I am again, Jesus freakin'
Are you ready, or still seekin'
Can I talk? Call your bluff?
Do you love the world?
Had enough?

I saw a man on the corner of the street
With a sandwich board
from his head to his feet
REPENT! it said, as he did bray
His face was lined, his hair was grey
People threw eggs into the fray
He continued his say
He began to PRAY

Lord, please forgive them
for what they do...
They don't know Christ
They don't know You
They are blindly going through
They think they're right
but it's not TRUE

I was there waitin' for the bus
There wasn't much for us to discuss
I said that I would pray as well
He'd inspired me to speak my tell
My testimony of Jesus Christ
How He literally saved my life...

So I started Jesus freakin'
As I got on the bus I was speakin'
I went to people who would listen
The people who wouldn't were just missin'
I told of mercy, I told of grace
I guess people saw by the light in my face
I said that what I told was true
As I got off the bus I said,

JESUS LOVES YOU!!!

(gnarly guitar riff)*


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/15/2016

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

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

When I see the stats of other folks
I don't poke fun and make rude jokes.
Yes. My heart, it sometimes breaks
Do I have the art it takes?
It sometimes makes me sad and blue
I would like to be like you...
but honesty is my ego's salve
it takes time I do not have
I'm happy with the things I've done
I am here to have some fun!
I'm also here to be inspired
Your poetry makes my level higher!

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


♡ Catherine

Vision a sense
beyond all others
when blindness
darkens
under covers
and insanity
waits
like moths
it
hovers

that is when
another sight
the only eyes
that see
what's right
and convey
to us how
to fight
with this
dove
my
soul
takes flight

for if a man's blind
in the inner eye
how can he see
the stars?
the sky?
will he even
question why?
or does he
close his eyes
and sigh...

and in
total

darkness

DIE


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/hi8/2016

once worn with pride
eat the wearer
up inside

they have wrinkles
lines of care
but a person isn't
what they wear

wether pink
or brownish lace
wether russet...
freckled face

wether taupe or
still ecru
wether me
or wether you

we all wear colors
on our bones
it matters not
their depth of tone!

let's take the rags
and by God's grace
make a quilt
of Jesus' FACE!

instead of hate
and wishing harm
this manifold quilt
will keep us warm!

wether you're
old aged or a youth
you're part of the quilt

and that's the TRUTH.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/8/2016

I will be off site for a while.
I must sort out some
personal problems.
Nothing life threatening.
Just aggravating.

I will be back soon.

♡Catherine

Collaboration with Alyssa Underwood!


I'm not getting much from life,
it makes me want to scream!
Won't achieve my smallest goal...

let alone my dreams!.

Your life's hidden in Christ's hands
and your competence comes from Him.
His Spirit's working His purpose in you...

despite how things may seem..

I'm frail and I'm weak,
I'm sorry. I'm not strong.
You say I can handle this test...

You couldn't be more wrong!.

Frailty's the best start
for watching our egos flee.
Once we know WE can't do it...

we begin to get set free..

I am sick and tired
of the daily drudge!
And fellow believers?

All they do is JUDGE!.

So lay it all down.
Jesus died to bear
the indomitable weight...

of every burden you wear..

Does God answer prayers?
I wonder if HE DOES!
If you go and backslide

He seems to hold a grudge!.

I find He answers differently
than what I might seek first,
for what's pleasant now...

May not fill my deepest thirst..

Alright. He makes us patient.
But I can believe the lies!
He has no provision

to make me savvy... WISE!.

If wisdom like the world
is what the soul most craves,
where's the contentment...

in those who are its slaves?

The believer is the candle
Jesus is the flame.
Thank you sister for your help...

I'm calling on His Name!

I will heed your sayings.
I have been absurd!
He's good to all His promises...

They're written in HIS WORD..

It's not absurd to question
or probe into our doubts.
HIS WORD can stand resistance...

through every skeptic's shouts.

We're here to help each other
find truth along the way.
JESUS IS THE WAY AND TRUTH

AND LIFE WE LIVE EACH DAY!


Alyssa Underwood  (the voice of Truth).
*SoulSurvivor  (the doubtful believer)

~~<♡>~~

my
father
sleeps
a
lot
now

he
prefers
his

dreams


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/3/2016

where the conformity sees a

(blank page)

we see scarlet letters and ink
of hues unimaginable . those
who don't know what it's like
to fight origami dragons, thin
as wafts of ***** smoke, the
wings of which having the po-
wer to knock their worlds to
the next millennium and the
flaming jaws to crush chrod-
mum skulls to powder . those
stars of their scales tell tales .
of woe . the beat of their heat
like a tribal drum from Hades
but all the conformity sees is

(blank page)

we see billions of suns already
extinguished . wraiths of cloud
wrapping around the tip of our
pen . we see . android humans
and human ai's cannot . we are
given a unique ability as poets
we make something blank into
beauty . ugliness . banality into
exquisite expression . cheers!!!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/2/2016

so you rage, and for death yearn
do not go gentle into that sway
cup fast your light and let it burn...

just as life's lived on its terms
night bows down to glorious day
here a lesson to be learned...

should you find a page has turned
and all your answers lie there... NAY!
the Lady's WON... not to spurned...

cup fast your light and let it burn
though the stars have lost their way
the ocean lies not in its spray
this to God I solemnly pray

cup fast your light and let it burn...
death is not bought, but by life earned.

DO NOT GO GENTLY INTO THAT GOODNIGHT...

RAGE! RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/2/2016

when solar winds
cause a freeze
and ships have doldrums
due to breeze

when roses wilt
because of dew
and broken clocks
are always true

when soldiers all
return from war
and vow that they
will fight no more

when the Jokers'
call the bluff
and the greedy
have enough

when redwoods fall
without a sound
and the canyons
regain ground

when all these things
are proven true
then i will stop

LOVING YOU


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/2/2016

I was going to be on site
all day today, but

"The best laid plans
of mice and men..."

and all that...


I love you all, and will be
back when I can!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

♡ Catherine

Oh, what will you give us?
say the sad bells of U.S.

Indeed! You are smitten!
Say the bells of Great Brittan

It is such a pity!
Weep the weak bells of Italy

You did sing, you did dance,
say the smug bells of France

Now, where is your harmony?
Say the cold bells of Germany

It's a terrible plan!
Say the bells of Japan

Oh, don't be a whiner,
Say the red bells of China

Yes, your demise we ushered,
Say the hard bells of Russia

We will use violence
say the black bells of ISIS.

There can be no more borders
Said the New World Order

I will steal your last breath
Said the grey bells of death

We will treat you well
lied the hot bells of hell...


And, what will you give us?
Say the sad bells of U.S.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/31/2015
All rights protected

Your hands are dipped in crimson blood
you say there is no stain.
You're covered in the sores of death
you say there is no pain.
You're fitted with a millstone
you say there is no strain.
Your house is filled with mirrors
you say you are not vain.
You look like you're from Auschwitz
you say you only gain.
Your bed is made with razor wire
you say you have not lain.
The wood is full of splinters
you say there is no grain.
You're living in the depths of hell
you say you're

HOME AGAIN.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/30/2015
All rights protected

... or, who took the MAN out?

Who took the MAN out of romance?
Who plucked the peacock of quill?
Was it a private performance?
Was it by sheer force of will?

Who took the MAN out of manners?
Did it take magical powers?
Who threw in the nails and spanners?
Perhaps they emulate ours.

Who took the FEM out of feminine?
Was it a trial? A test?
Is it SO cool to be masculine?
***inine's what we have left!

Do we all need to lose gender?
Do all the answers lie there?
Should we all be as the blenders?
Is that decree really fair?

I'm for the lady. The gentleman.
SORRY. It's been building a while.
I just came to air out the sentiment
I love the ol' fashion styles!

Who took the MAN from romantic?
I'm guessing. It's only a hunch.
It may be the one who's got plastic
And insists upon

BUYING HER LUNCH!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/29/2015
All rights protected

This is The Song!
It just came bursting out of me!
You can't imagine the MUSIC!
JUST GLORIOUS!
Try to put in your mind all
The old standard Hymns
and give them a twist...


VICTORIOUS!

When I was filled with doubt and fear
I felt You not - no Presence near

I was burdened - world worn
T'was then I was, by faith, reborn.

T'was then I fell upon the cross
T'was then I knew all was not lost!
T'was then I knew the Lord's Decrees
T'was then I fell upon my knees.

Through those dark days
and tortured nights
When I had lost the will to fight

T'was then the light so blinded me
All I could say was, "GOD SAVE ME!"

T'was then i saw You standing tall!
T'was YOU! My God. My All in All.
T'was then I knew I'm doubly blessed
T'was then I stood

VICTORIOUS!

And Christ will STAND AS KING AGAIN!
I cannot wait until that when!

He'll stand as King. Yes. Of this world!
His banner bright. His flag unfurled.

He'll stand a Monarch - fair and just...
He'll stand as God.

VICTORIOUS.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/29/2015
All rights protected

-

The icon above is now
officially a WORD.

It actually made "Word of the Year".
IN OXFORD.

I'm glad.
It exactly expresses my feelings right now.

I was laden with burdens.
I mentally pictured them placed,
like the cross, upon Jesus' shoulders.

THEY ARE GONE!

I prayed with my former pastor
the other day. He prayed i would have a
New song in my heart.
IT'S THERE.
I can feel it!

I must go off site and get it down.
I will be back soon.

I just want you to know there IS JOY
IN THIS LIFE! It belongs to God.

Joy unspeakable and full of GLORY!

Please go to the site search engine.
Type in "Salvation Story by SoulSurvivor".
Click on "poems". There are only a few.
This is the reason for the
hope within me.

There ARE other paths.
I have tried them ALL.
I AM NOT TELLING UNTRUTH.

Atheism
Agnosticism
Transcendental Meditation
Self Realization Fellowship
Buddhism
A smattering of Hinduism
Tao
Scientology
New Age Christianity
Native "American" folkloric Shamanism
(I bought fetishes and one
is still kept by my father)
Alcoholics Anonymous God Faith

NOTHING WORKED
OVER THE LONG HAUL.

Only faith in Jesus Christ saved me.

LITERALLY.


I seldom get up on my soapbox about this.
But, folks, what I found is REAL...

If you wish to ask me more
You may reach me
via the site message system.

I'm only writing this because
I truly love you ALL.
I SEE SO MANY STRUGGLING!
Maybe, just maybe, this is
the answer.

For YOU.



P E A C E (out).

♡ Cathy

The birth of our day.
All fresh and touched with
The Master's hand
in dewy majesty.

The shell of sky
wet with foamy clouds.

The earth awaits wheeling birds
to rest again - benign in the
trees of their birth.
Burbling and raucous
in their boisterous
roosts.

Cacti creep along the
last vestiges of the
velvet night.

A coyote laughs.

He makes his lone way
up the still, starlit, streets.

And all is embraced by the
embarking orb emanating for eons
from the eastern estuaries.

I write upon mornings
because they are the marks of time
upon beginnings.

The new year begins at midnight.

But the new day?
ahh... the new day begins

with the

SUN.



SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/29/2015
all rights protected

have minds like rabbits
and drink black

COFFEE!


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SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/29/2015