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Dec 2015 · 766
bridge
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
as a babe on mama's breast
a time to sleep, a time to rest
no worries there, no time of test
as she held us to her chest

then came a time to fall and balk
eventually we learned to walk
then, stuttering, a building block
eventually we learned to talk

eventually truth made us cry
soon we learned to question why
and we found out by and by
it's much easier to lie

we worked at it, there was a "trick"
and with each twist became more sick
our candles burned down to the wick
we built our walls up brick by brick

because of other people's stealth
and the need to accrue wealth
we protected pride and self
and put our conscience on the shelf

in this mire of greed and pride
we built our fortress tall and wide
our morals then began to slide
and then we're truly dead inside

around our castle dug a moat
alligators there to float
in its safety we could gloat
became more distant and remote

how could we let people in?
if we're locked safely within?
hoarding all with deathly grin
did we really truly win?

the time is right, the need is great
to build a bridge, ***** a gate!
soul starvation is your fate
and then, my friends, it is too late!

you are dying by degrees
you are starving, under siege!
Oh, what a tangled web we weave!
and within is where we freeze
time to get down on our knees

set an arch, light a fire
dance around the funeral pyre!
of your hatred and desire
yes, my friends, you can move higher!

let everybody see the light
as it breaks through dead of night
break free people! You must fight!
in the end you'll come to sight!

sing! Oh yes! make glorious sound!
let your bridge be solid ground!
you'll find if you look around
you were lost

but now you're found!


SoulSurvivor
written 11/7/2013
rewritten 12/26/2015
(C) all rights protected
I hope you are having a wonderful
holiday season!

It's good to be back!


~~~^♡^~~~
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
I want to first thank all my
supporters and readership.
I will read as soon as
I have the time and I can
give your work the attention it deserves.

I've been overwhelmed.
I have to make my presents this
Christmas. But I found out I'm in
excellent company...

FROM APPALACHIA WITH LOVE

Gra'ma Annie had a mission
to help children in need
she lives up in the hills
where they grow their food from seed.

They have no running water
no facilities indoors
still heat and cook with wood
don't buy much from stores
there are folk so destitute
they still have dirt floors.

Li'l Annie was a scrapper
90 pounds if soaking wet.
But her heart is just enormous
as big as one can get!

She found out 'bout a drive
for children overseas
in Africa and Asia
Haiti and the Belize

How the people in those countries
had no presents for to give
their children at Christmas
they could barely live!

She contacted the charity
and said she'd send some toys
as many as possible
to the poor girls and boys.

Annie had no phone
so she walked far and wide
and asked all the hillfolk
throughout the countryside
to whittle and to paint
toys in which to pride!

Those people got together
and carved ponies and dolls
that had joints that moved
and real hair that falls!

They whittled and sanded
painted with rainbow hues
and when they had delivered them
it made world news!

The children overseas
who got them still recall
they kept their homemade presents...

THEIR FAVORITES OF ALL!


MY FATHER "NEVER HAD A CHRISTMAS"*

My father was a child
in a place called Isle la Monte
winter's are quite brutal
in that part of Vermont.

His family were farmers
they lived off the land
they had gardens and stored their food
they worked hard with their hands

They had to really struggle
to make the frayed ends meet
dad walked 14 miles total
through the snow and sleet
to get to his schoolhouse
sometimes with frozen feet

Every year at Christmas time
his mom would be in tears
she would never say much
but stated that she feared

there would be no Christmas
no presents and no tree
it was always the same.
Grandpa would agree.
So the children went to bed
every Christmas eve.

But they weren't sad
because they always knew
that Santa was coming
and so they weren't blue.

Sure 'nuf in the morning
they'd tumble out of bed
and in the once-bare corner
there was a *tree instead!


There were many presents
most carved and painted things
grandma got the practical stuff
no perfume or rings.

But the Christmas meal was cooking
and all through the home
the smell... that sumptuous dinner...

well. That's another poem...!

But before the feast was eaten
grandfather said Grace
and thanked the blessed Lord
and ALWAYS SOUGHT HIS FACE.


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 12/23/2015


MERRY CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY!!!

I still have presents to make...
see you SOON!


~~~<☆>~~~
Both of these stories are TRUE.


~~~<☆>~~~
Dec 2015 · 955
the most important thing
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
a person can do is
PRAY

this is a prayer i lift up through
the Spirit for a friend
he has asked me to post it
it is for his mom who's just had
an MRI - they found a
shadow on her liver - a tumor
her lower lungs are
compromised as well
she has hairline fractures
in her spine and is in pain
she's 88 years old
and very frail
she couldn't handle chemo
or surgery
she hardly eats and needs
to gain weight
she's very forgetful
and emotionally needy

my friend is her caregiver
he needs prayer, too

good wishes are appreciated as well



JEHOVAH GOD
CREATOR

I come humbly before your throne
dependant upon You
in my weak humanity

I glorify You and praise You
knowing YOU are in control and
can do ALL THINGS in Your time

YOUR KINGDOM COME
YOUR WILL BE DONE
in our fragile human vessels
and in the world
as is done in heaven

THANK YOU
for every blessing You have bestowed
upon me and my family and friends

today i come before You
with needs for another and his mom

i remind You of what Your Word says
Your covenant to me as a believer

"For I will restore health unto thee
and I will heal thee of thy wounds
saith the Lord...
Jeremiah 30:17

many other scriptures confess healing
YOU ARE OUR GREAT PHYSICIAN

I pray healing over my friend and his mom
from the top of their heads
to the tip of their toes
PHYSICAL
EMOTIONAL
MENTAL
PSYCHOLOGICAL
SPIRITUAL
FINANCIAL­
SOCIAL
let every aspect of their humanity be
WHOLE - HEALED - DELIVERED

Your will be done

FORGIVE ME MY TRANSGRESSIONS
AS I FORGIVE THOSE WHO HAVE
HURT ME


deliver me not into the hands of
the evil one that he can cause
trials to come my way
that can cause me to stumble

*NO, NOT ME OR ANYONE I AM
PRAYING FOR

YOU GET ALL THE PRAISE AND GLORY!
YOURS IS THE KINGDOM
THE POWER
THE GLORY

FOREVER AND EVER!

IN THE NAME OF
JESUS CHRIST OF NAZARETH*

AMEN
I don't mean to wear my Faith
on my sleeve but my friend
requested I post this

THANK YOU ALL FOR
ANY PRAYER/GOOD WISH
YOU'VE OFFERED

You are ALL appreciated!

I MUST BE OFF SITE
FOR A FEW DAYS

HAVE A BLESSED CHRISTMAS
HOLIDAY!

~~~<☆>~~~
Dec 2015 · 2.8k
event horizon
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
one
by
one
they
came

no
light
no
candle
to
smudge
the
pure
darkn­ess

children
of
the
shade
revelers
of
midnight
there
to
view
the­
event

in
the
womb
of
blackness
moons
were
cocooned
awaiting
the­
push
of
labor

~ stars ~
spent
with
their
urgency
await
the
impetus
that
will
send
them
­spiraling
out
into
blue
and
gold
galaxies
to
scintillation
with
n­ebulae

and
so
the
event

the
faces
of
the
creatures
of
the
crepu­scule
evaporate

the
moons
are
birthed
into
fire

the
stars
are
scattered
like
a
billion
bi­lliard
*****

the
fabrication
that
was
matter
energy
space
and
ti­me
is

no

more


^
<      >
\/
and satan whimpers


the universe began with a bang?

it will end with one, too

___
Dec 2015 · 2.6k
Blue Plastic Rose
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
@--\-----

She stood in mama's kitchen
at the table by the door.
Blue plastic roses
their vase broken on the floor.
He said he was leavin'
bought a bottle at the store...
Now daddy's gone
won't be commin' back no more.

(chorus)
Blue plastic roses
put together with some glue
Blue plastic roses
my oh my, how time done flew
Blue plastic roses
no longer bright, no longer new
Blue plastic rose
She's still waiting where they grew


She sits at the table
places set with cheap champagne.
He's not coming over
and she's alone again
Blue plastic roses
their petals cracked and stained
Placed on the TV
the memory remains.

(chorus)

The undertaker paid.
The gravedigger gone.
She left this rotten world
She wasn't all that strong.
Can we reverse the clock?
It just ticks on and on
The damage was too great
no way to right the wrong

Blue plastic roses
set down before her stone
Blue plastic roses
haphazard set upon the loam
Blue plastic roses
hear the wind in the pines groan
Blue plastic rose
now she's really all alone

Now shes really all alone.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/21/2015
Bluesy country song.

I must go off site a while
I'll read more when I get back

@--\-----
Dec 2015 · 466
adversity
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
10W

plants
in
the
driest
soil
always
have
the
D
E
E
P
E
S
T

R

O
T
S


SoulSurvivor
(repost)
that's why a palm tree can
be blown flat in a hurricane
And then stand up straight after
the storm's past

it has one of the deepest taproots
of any tree

-///\\\-
Dec 2015 · 927
adversity
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
10W

plants
in
the
driest
soil
always
have
the
D
E
E
P
E
S
T

R

O
T
S


SoulSurvivor
(repost)
that's why a palm tree can
be blown flat in a hurricane
And then stand up straight after
the storm's past

it has one of the deepest taproots
of any tree

-///\\\-
Dec 2015 · 1.9k
The Tin-Man Troll's Lament
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
(sung to "If I Only Had a Brain/Heart/Courage" song from the Wizard of Oz)

I'm a ****** *******,
altho I seem quite merry,
I am always causing strife.
I've a rot for a banana,
But I'd smoke the whole Havana,

if I only had a LIFE!

I just love to cause division,
By other's lives derision,
I'll cause gossip to be rife!
It don't matter! I am toothful,
I don't claim to be that truthful,

If I only had a LIFE!

I would love ta get ta know ya,
But I smoke like Krakatoa,
You could cut it with a knife.
I will put it in my ashtray
And conclude another entry

if I only had a LIFE!

I've no girlfriend, it don't matter,
I'm as loony as a hatter,
I will never have a wife.
I've a teeny weeny shooter,
Can't make love to my computer,

IF I ONLY HAD A LIFE!!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/20/2015
More of my dark side.

I'M FED UP WITH THE T R O L L S!!!

:/
Dec 2015 · 2.6k
pens ablaze
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
Yep.
They're out there.
Pens ablaze.
Out to startle
and amaze.
Quite adept at
turn of phrase.
Leaving people
in a daze.
Set the fire.
Smoke's a haze.
The arsonist's
pernicious ways.
Before you know it
reps are razed.
Even tho my
flank is grazed
I won't worry.
I'm unfazed.
Don't base my worth

*upon your praise.
'nuf said.

--
Dec 2015 · 771
lost in the machine
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
00011110010001
110001001110001
001111011000011
ai has taken over
i am a one... a zero
i am nobody's savior
i am nobody's hero
i am a hard worker
i'm for the common good
free thought is forbidden
that is understood
inspiration nil
my identity is sold
i walk and talk and carry out
whatever i am told
i'm now only a plastic chip
to fit into the mold
i work for the single eye
that controls the gold
and i will continue
'til i'm worn out and old
i am just a drone bee
working for the queen
i navigate the comb-maze
00111i'm lost in the00011
11000100machine1100011
0000110111100100001110
1110001101110000100011


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/20/2015


companion piece to
"i work for the machine"
Dec 2015 · 549
a poet's heart
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
I want to thank my poetfriends  
for all of their support
I thought of all the things I'd do...
We'd go to a resort!

I'd take them out to dinner
at some five star hotel!
I would buy them flowers
and chocolates as well!

I'd give them the moon!
Lasso the sun and stars!
we would tour the UNIVERSE!
JUPITER and MARS!


But I know a poet's heart
and it is agreed
the best way to thank you all

is simply *to READ.
I've been overwhelmed.
Trying to catch up on my
reading and not just SKIM.
I end up down the repost rabbit hole!

I'M GOING TO READ YOU.
Please forgive me if I haven't been
the best poetfriend.

Right now, to catch up, I'm going
to read and read ONLY.
NO MORE POSTS FOR A WHILE.

Thanks for your kindness regarding
my father. I was very touched and
encouraged....

YOU ALL ARE THE B E S T!!!

♡ Catherine
Dec 2015 · 906
venus blushes
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
cloud's
marcelled
golden
hair
sweeps
over
peach
mountain's
shoulder

venus
blushes


SoulSurvivor
(C)12/19/2015
My dad never did go into have
his surgery. He needs an EKG first
to ensure his heart will be okay for it.

I'm very encouraged by all your
good wishes and prayers.
I'm certain he will be ok!
Dec 2015 · 1.3k
St. George
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
Where are you, O valiant knight,
riding on your quest?
Capturing your deadly foe,
your metal for to test...

O'r the mountains lies the dragon,
secure within its lair.
It's gloating over victory...
it ate the maiden fair!

And so you mount your steed,
silver glinting from your spurs,
sally off to slay it...
avenge the death of her!

Oh! Is not this dragon beautiful?
Yes! An AWESOME prize!
With crystal wings and citron scales
and sapphires for eyes!

Emeralds on its sloping breast
rubies are its claws
fangs of alabaster
line it's fiery maw...

Perfumed incense, spicy smoke,
from its mouth a butane flame...
Once you've tried the dragon once
it is hell to tame!

Have you your armor fast secured?
Does the visor block your view?
You may chase the dragon
or it could be chasing YOU.

When will you turn and rend it?
Tear the ***** APART?
Strap your lance to your steed
and pierce it to its HEART?

Now, if you are victorious
you still must have a care...
for its blood is virulent
that cup you must not share!

You could quick behead it.
Mount it on your wall.
But it could poison you instead...
my! How the mighty fall!

So ride off in the sunset.
Leave the dragon where it fell.
It will slowly rust away...

and blow back into HELL.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/19/2015
"Chasing the dragon" is a term
commonly used by addicts to describe
the urgent need to capture the euphoria
of the first high.

I like to think MY Dragon is female.
Excuse the use of the swear word.
But she's a pure *****!

"Heaven hath no rage like
love to hatred turned. Nor
hell a FURY like a WOMAN SCORNED".

William Congreve said that.

And it is TRUTH.

---
Dec 2015 · 1.6k
fool's rose
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
a fool
came to my town
having no knowledge
of cacti

he was
greatly impressed
by a certain flower on a
cholla

before i
had a chance
to warn him, he put
his hand to the plant
and proceeded to breathe
deeply of the scent of
the bloom

"Ooouch!"
the obvious happened
i then proceeded to ask him
how it smelled

"It was the most beautiful fragrance
I have ever inhaled!" he said


So.
*who was the fool?
Try something new, even
if you may at first be afraid

Use caution, but sometimes
you could be pleasantly surprised!

THIS DOES NOT INCLUDE DRUGS
OR ANY SELF HARM BEHAVIOR

DON'T BE SILLY
AND STICK YOUR FACE
IN A CACTUS!

Cholla: the bristiest and
most unforgiving of all cacti

-
Dec 2015 · 1.4k
¿winner?
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
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those who gain
at other's expense

LOSE BEFORE THEY BEGIN



SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/17/2015
YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE

You are parasitic organisms
with moral dipsticks
two quarts below
BONE DRY

Fox Mulder said that on
X-Files
I don't claim to be its author

Just as I DON'T have multiple accounts
(contrary to popular belief... due to
a certain someone or someones who are
TROLLING ME)

I've made mistakes.
I've owned up to them.
I DON'T GO SPREADING RUMORS ABOUT

Y O U

You should honestly be
ASHAMED

and you claim to be
"GODLY"

that frosts me more than
A N Y T H I N G

-
Dec 2015 · 977
The life you save ...
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
PROSE FOR ALL PEOPLE
CONSIDERING SUICIDE.

The last month has been torture.
I've tossed and turned at night.
I've been begging God just to take
me Home... then MAD at Him for not
answering my plea.
My body is wracked in pain.
My life is a dead-end.
My dreams are shattered.
But now I know why He did not...

This morning my 90 year old
father was choking. He hardly made a
sound as the breath left his body. I don't
know how (God?) but I KNEW something
was terribly wrong. I went over to see
what had me so disquieted in his regard.
He was gesturing to me frantically...

This had happened before. We both knew
the drill. As I put my arms around him
from behind and began the upward jerks
of the Heimlich maneuver, his arm got
caught in the mechanism of his power-
chair. We began to do a sort of a gruesome
dance... his body struggling not to die...
mine to bring it life...

I screamed at my mom, who was in
her room, "Call 911!!! Dad's choking again!"

I applied pressure to his solar plexus,
just under his ribcage by lifting him firmly.
With each motion saying a calm prayer... "Not today, God. Not today. He's going to LIVE. Today... in Jesus' Name. AMEN."

Then my father spit up the eggs which
had been lodged in his windpipe. His
breathing was ragged. But became regular.
No ambulance would be needed today.

As I looked at the wizened little old man
in the power-chair I realized something.
I had not saved HIS life as much as
HE had saved

MINE.

I may not be much or have much.
But I have him
and my family to help out.

I may never realize my dreams. But God
will always give me another day to try
to live them... a precious Gift...

LIFE.

SO WHO AM I TO THROW THAT GIFT
BACK IN HIS FACE?

So think about it. Perhaps later today
you may see a child run out in front
of a car... and pull him back. Maybe
you'll find a frozen starving kitten...
you'll smile and put a dollar in the hand
of a homeless person who was ready
to give up til your act of kindness made
him reconsider...

Who knows?

The life you save....


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/17/2015
Living every day when you
DO NOT WANT TO...

NOW THAT'S H E R O I C.

---
Dec 2015 · 4.3k
egg
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
egg
inspired by
Lidi Minuet
and her poem
"HATCH"


I found an egg of crystal
it had a little crack
though beautiful as opals
integrity it lacked

I asked the Lord to help me
"whatever should I do?"
He told me to go and plant it
when the day was new

and so I looked for soil
but no soft could be found
so I planted my wee egg
in hard, forbidding
ground

I watered it with tears
for others suffering lack
and after a little while
the ground
began to
crack!

a tentative green sprout
pushed up its tender head
it grew up from the rocky ground
I had thought so dead!

I continued watering
I knew naught else to do
and a tulip flower appeared
the lightest
eggshell blue!

I watered then in earnest!
I wanted for to see
that flower strong and healthy
and what it'd bloom to be!

slowly the petals opened
and lo! there fast emerged
a'singing and a'fluttering
a little crystal bird!

out of the light blue flower
the creature dipped and soared
it was then I realized
my hope had been restored!

flying 'round my head
its feathers sent off light
as brilliant as a diamond
shattering the night

it was only then I realized
as the darkness fell apart
the soil was life's hardships
and the
egg
had been my

HEART**


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/17/2015
I know every trouble i experience
now is nothing compared
to the joy of God.

I must remember that
JOY
is
J esus
O thers
    Y ourself

In just that order.

PLEASE
repost this piece if you will
I'm proud of it
it has a great message l think
people should read!

~~~<♡>~~~
Dec 2015 · 696
patience
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
the quality of loving persistence
in the face of adversity.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/16/2016
I took down my last post.
it sounded bitter.
I don't want to read stuff like that.
YOU should not have to either.

I must go off site for a while.
I'm making Christmas presents.
See you all again soon.

♡ Catherine
Dec 2015 · 1.3k
nightowl
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
\\                                      //
\\  \                         //  //
\\\\  \                      //  /////
\\\   all night long   ////
I've tossed and turned
been ((●)) sad and ((●)) blue
the candle's \\/// burned/just
because I'm here alone/and
there's nobody on the phone
please, my love, come here
to me/by your side's where I
should be/can you help me? do you
care? please don't give me that blank
stare/I'm not just blue, I'm also bored
twisting up the telephone cord/please
my love, it's almost dawn/all you do is
blink and yawn/are you tired of me
now? If I can change, please show
me how! there are no stars in
your eyes/you lost the love
there's no disguise
■■■■■■■■■((■■■■■■))■■■■■■■■■
there's no disguise
I've lost you now
I want you back
I don't know how
I'd be good/forever
true/ don't give me
that. you know "who!"


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/16/2015
Woke up a little while ago
and couldn't get back to sleep

~~~°♡°~~~
Dec 2015 · 269
autopilot
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
all systems down.
this plane will have to fly itself.
SoulSurvivor... OUT.
Dec 2015 · 793
torn
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
torn
pages
torn
books
torn
hearts
torn
looks

torn
up
torn
down
t­orn
lip
torn
frown

wish
i'd
never
ever
been
born
now
the
envelop­e's
been

torn


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/15/2015
tired of feeling this way
Dec 2015 · 242
Oh, great! [15W]
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
The very mind
I use to Create things of
great Beauty
is my
greatest
DOWNFALL!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/15/2015
I'm in a slump
I want to read
but am only able to
do so very slowly

PLEASE BEAR WITH ME!

---
Dec 2015 · 579
messengers of fire
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
☆☆☆☆
messangers of fire
have made a fiery show
they are now extinguished
'neath a blanketing of snow
Vermont and New York's upstate
have seen these leaves like brass
the maples and the mulberry
☆ ☆the deciduous ash☆ ☆
☆  ☆    shedding ☆☆   ☆
☆   ☆  ☆   ☆A    ☆☆☆    ☆
☆☆    W☆☆☆
☆    A    ☆
☆   ☆☆  Y☆   ☆  ☆
their colors/like molten goldenrod
making manifest/the mighty power of God
now the fragile snowflake/replaced the
glowing pyre/gone are all the showy floes
the messangers of fire

SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/15/2015
I hope this year has brought
you many blessings
with the holidays upon us
fall is gone
but never forgotten
Dec 2015 · 432
drifting
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
on a cloud of ink
softly black and deep
it's sublime
but it is time

for me to go to SLEEP!


GOODNIGHT POETS.
I was going to read
must catch up...

but I've had insomnia of late
so sleep is more important!
Dec 2015 · 2.6k
carousel
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
the carousel played
in the carnival park
bright music to lure
tinkling lights in the dark

spirited ponies, animals quaint
all snorting and rearing
colored with paint

the spinning floor stops
for us to get on
we choose our mounts
it starts with a song

up and down go the horses
the calliope sings
as we go 'round we reach out for the rings

sometimes we miss them
they go on by
but there's always a chance
for the second try

the turning seasons
so very like life
you get your good job
your husband or wife

your car and your boat
your kids and their stuff
you go 'round and 'round
but you can't get enough!

then all of a sudden
death cuts like a knife
and you discover you've wasted your life

the scenery, the colors
just a smear. just a blurr
the music passed by
your heart was not stirred!

you didn't smell seabreeze
feel the wind in your face
you didn't seek God
missed out on His
GRACE

LIFE IS THE JOURNEY
but you forgot
you passed up the beauty
without a thought

LIFE ISN'T ALL GOLD
it don't mean a thing
so reach for the
Rose
as well as the
RING

reach out for
GOD
He's important as well
when you take your ride
on the bright

CAROUSEL


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/15/2015



c
another poem I saved from archives
it was first written in 2013 but I did an extensive rewrite
Dec 2015 · 1.1k
desert December
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
mother of pearl harbor
you dock your mountains high
a lavender horizon
in an abalone sky

clouds of pale seafoam
they lap like cresting waves
the fading eastern star
going to its grave

here on earth the cacti
convoluted coral reefs
muted hues to cover
birds within them bleat

mesquite and Palo Verde
roiling gently in the breeze
don't seem to know the temperature
that we're in a freeze
for though we humans shiver
due to the low degrees
they stay green and vibrant
don't even lose their leaves!

not much change in season
on this winter morn
I sit outside to witness
the cold day

being born


SoulSurvivor
written
December 2013
rewritten
(C) December 14, 2015
dusted an older work off today
Dec 2015 · 547
window
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
I went to the window
I saw your soul of night
there was no flicker of a flame
no redeeming light

I went to the window
the dragons that I saw
had red, green and glowing eyes
were hideously flawed

I went to the window
I watched, but didn't care
that you struggled every day
that you were in despair

I went to the window
I saw you in the glass
but I didn't pray for you
I thought, "this, too, shall pass..."

I went to the window
and thought with a frown
"this person of iniquity
is surely going down..."

I went to the window
oh, what did I see?
that window was a mirror

the person there was ME.



SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/14/2015
Sometimes the sin we see in
others is our OWN. And don't
that make it kinda difficult to

JUDGE???
Dec 2015 · 507
comments [10W]
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
we all appreciate getting them...
please give some in return!

commenting on the content
will give as well as earn!

reading is a joy!
there's so much we can learn!


SoulSurvivor
12/13/2015
It's the law of reciprocity.
Same goes for ♡'s and reposts.
just sayin'...

My dear friends... I just want you
to know I can't return comments
on my commentary right now...
my Smartphone is being stupid!

I ♡ you ALL!

:0) Catherine
Dec 2015 · 2.0k
goth music
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
a butterfly caked with dust
a cathedral black as rust
an **** of satanic lust
but who, O fool, can you entrust?

you prance and sneer, put on a frown
call Believing people stupid clowns
in moors with bogs to drag you down
a place of darkness where you drown.

Marilyn Manson had his kicks
devil's music, Satan's licks
laugh, say Jesus is for hicks
ignore the goads, ignore the ******.

we're all worked up? in a stew?
while you scream like skewered shrews?
kohl your eyes with blackest goo
party's in hell?

THE JOKE'S ON YOU.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/13/2015
I hate to be down on people.
But these goth musicians are terrible.
And leading an entire generation astray.

P.S. ****** used in the context of this
poem is the same as "goad". In biblical
times they had sharpened prods on
the wagons to goad the oxen to keep
pulling.
Dec 2015 · 1.8k
and the wind replied...
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
---

quoth the raven...
                NEVER MORE
and the wind replied ...
                restore.... restore.

a waterbird
on a lonely lake
cried... whip-poor-will.....
and the wind said... take.

a snowy owl
in a gnarled tree
cried... who? who?
and the wind replied... THEE.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/13/2015
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
"<>-,,♢ so much to explore! ♢°°,,☆"
○<>,,☆ as far as the eye can see! <>,,@""
+,,=" I'm content to be a dwarf star ,,+
-\/,,☆°° amongst the supernovae! ..+_♢°
•¤''☆..@<>♢..¤°°...☆''~~♢▪▪..''
°°,,,♡▪▪☆°*

SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/12/2015
There is such tremendous talent
on this site

Thanks for all your
♡'s - re posts - comments

YOU ARE ALL ☆'S IN MY EYES!!!

---♡---
Dec 2015 · 1.6k
Pinocchio [10W]
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
Inspired by ryn's concrete poem
Love Fool



I'm here...

hanging on the end of a
                    dangling participle...



SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/12/2015
Dec 2015 · 1.1k
flutterby
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
inspired by
Wendy Starry Eyes'
"AGING TIMES"

@pink                                               blue@
@green fuchsia       \ /      gold magenta@
yellow orange  ●●  indigo purple
@black buff ■■ turquoise@
rainbow ■■ red ecru
@@flame  ■■ emerald@
@silver copper  ■■ vermilion puce
@crimson         ■■        carmine@
@                                        @


SoulSurvivor
(C)12/12/2015
Dec 2015 · 357
the sky crack'd
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
under a layer
of wet cotton blankets

water glints red
behind the cars
parking for the Streetfair

shivering on a
cold day the
sky crack'd open...

sunshine!


[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/12/2015
Today's the second day of the
Fourth Avenue Streetfair.

Looks like they're not going
to be rained out after all!
Dec 2015 · 2.6k
dragon's eggs
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
here we are
the water glows
the river froths
bubbles and flows
here we are
apocalypse

here we are
in ash and dust
we see the world
in blood and rust
here we are
apocalypse

I feel it in the air
as buildings crash
and claxions blare
welcome to the new age
to the new age
welcome to the new age
to the new age

woe woe woe woe woe
woe woe woe woe woe
radioactive
radioactive

here we are
the dragon's eggs
we have to crawl
we have to beg
here we are
the dragon's spawn

our father's killed
with molten fire
they are gone
they have expired
here we are
but they are gone

I feel it in the air
outside the dragon's lair

welcome to the new age
to the new age
welcome to the new age
to the new age

I'm radioactive
radioactive
woe woe woe woe woe
woe woe woe woe woe

radioactive**


SoulSurvivor
based on song
"Radioactive"
written by Alex Da Kid
and Ben Linke
for Imagine Dragons
I personally like the version
by Pentatonix with Lindsey Strirling

Look it up on YouTube
it's fantastic!

They say the elite
are going into
underground bunkers
when the do-do hits the fan

Their kids have to
come out sometime

---
Dec 2015 · 28.7k
shivering stars
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
palindrome

shivering stars with horn
moon trumpeting like
mystic swan sailing
the scintillating
galaxies
scintillating the
sailing swan mystic
like trumpeting moon
horn with stars shivering



SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/11/2015
Dedicated to Jeffard Stier... I so much appreciate your support of my poetry! Happy Thanksgiving!
Dec 2015 · 246
there's more to consider...
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
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!
As you may have read, I was on staff
with an infamous cult. I won't write
their name again. But if you are at
all familiar with Hollywood
you've heard of it.

I had to take the writes down.
The Lord told me to.
I was absolutely furious because of
their treatment of me. I've been a
TARGETED INDIVIDUAL
for 20 years due to the cult.
I wanted to "get them back"

If I lived alone and had no other
people in my life perhaps I would
rake them over the coals.
But i don't.
I have my elderly parents to consider.
So I'm "backing down".

Also, it says in the Word of God
that He fights our battles for us.
Who am I to say He's not doing a
good enough job?

The bottom line is that I didn't pray.

I'm sorry I upset people (if I did).
it's been 20 long years of hell...
Dec 2015 · 561
cry
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
cry
===

my eyes are dry
but they

haven't told my heart


[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/9/2015
this isn't about the haters
and their opinion
this is about all the
good former friends
they may have
infected with their virus of hatred

I have faithful followers.
bless you all!
but I have also lost friends.

forgive me if I'm not
reading as much

I need some time to think
grieve and pray

THANK YOU!

===
Dec 2015 · 1.8k
in search of the lost chord
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
there are those
who read this stumbling
bumbling
work who are truly
beautiful
compassionate
people

thanks beforehand
for understanding me
without judgement


IN SEARCH OF THE LOST CHORD

i've been searching
all my life
for the lost note

there is a chord in the
cacophonistic chaos
which is my
existence
i simply miss

my otherwise
nimble hands simply
can't bring out
the magic
the music
the majestic
harmonies which
i hear in my mind
but are not translated
to my fingers

i believe it
is due to my assertion
that i was unloved as a child

i was not a planned
pregnancy
my mother fell
on her stomach and
i was a preemie

I was not touched
as an infant due to this
i was in an incubator

i was also
severely neglected as
an older child
due to my mother's
inability to cope
with two very small children
(I was born nearly one year after my sister)

I have also been
TARGETED
for twenty years by
by the
"CHURCH" of SCIENETICS
(name has been changed)

so if I am
slightly dark and
seemingly insane in
certain respects this is why

ONLY GOD CAN HELP ME

I've already learned
not to play my music
drunk or ******

but i am still
in search of the lost chord


♡ love ♡
Catherine
prayers and good thoughts
are appreciated

---
Dec 2015 · 647
rootbound
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
@@@i am@@@
@@@ flowers in a ***@@@
@@@@ growing but a slave@@@@
@@@@ to the container i am in@@@@
@@@@ my planter is my grave @@@@
@@@@ my gardener @@@@
@@@ my @@@
J
A
I
L
E
R
my *** is just a cell • and though
i'm watered carefully • my
life is living hell • i die
slowly in prison • my
roots cannot break
free • please plant
me in a garden •
for you are killing
me • give my roots a place to spread
save me from this fate • i will die sure
and slowly • please! it's not too late! •
i'm just some flowers in a *** • but i'm
living and i sing • respect that i have
purpose • for i'm a living thing •**
□□□
□□□
□□□
□□□
□□□
□□□
□□□
□□□
□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□
□□□□□□□□□□□­□□□□□□
SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/9/2015


we all need room to grow
Dec 2015 · 611
REaD ink
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
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 rap song I'm working on
Dec 2015 · 1.7k
I am not ignorant
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
I WANT TO THANK
ALL MY FAITHFUL FOLLOWERS!*

but I know someone
(or maybe a few someones)
are out there
dissing me

guess what?

I DON'T CARE.**


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
I'm not being read anymore.
I have faithful followers
And truly appreciate them all.
BUT I KNOW I AM
UNPOPULAR NOW BECAUSE OF
SOME TROLLING.

I don't need trends or dailies folks.
I'm here for the
POETRY

PERIOD.
Dec 2015 · 1.1k
memoirs of dust
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
tribute to my grandmother

it was placed upon the shelf
unkempt from long neglect
in the company of other books
in need of our respect

it's binding cracked and lifeless
it's pages yellowed leaves
I finally read her memoirs
I finally knew her grief

my grandmother was lovely
beautiful. sublime
her writing style spellbinding
a woman out of time

she gathered many clippings
cut out many texts
from a bygone era
each better than the next!

I finally reached a memoir
written by her hand
she was a bitter woman
but now I understand

she was a great musician
but her parents wouldn't pay
to get her further training
nor help in any way

they wanted her to marry
but strongly disapproved
of the man that grandma wanted
and they would not be moved

he was striking! handsome!
his parents very rich
but he had a little problem
his fingers had the "itch"

back then they were called "kleptos"
and it was a shame
to ever be involved with them
much less take up their name!

so this lovely lady
married late in years
no longer a debutant
a by-word to her peers

she wed "beneath her station"
bitter and very sad
she didn't love my grandfather
her true bow was a cad

she died in quiet misery
unlauded and unsung
her memoirs mouldering away
as though she wasn't born

I hope now she's happy
that she's finally free
she is now immortal

she lives on in *me*



SoulSurvivor
written 10/25/2013
rewritten 12/8/2015
Grandma's memoirs were actually lost
but I used to take care of her
I know her whole, very sad, story.

~~~<♡>~~~
Dec 2015 · 418
stone
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
i have
a stone to write
upon • it was a timely
gift • i wore it down with sands
of time • which through my fingers
drift • i'm writing on the tablet • which
is of marble made • there's not much more
to add to it • i do not need your aid • I've so
wanted to carve the end • but it was
God's to write • i don't know what He will do now
what's perfect in His sight • now i'm simply
waiting • writing out these lines • hoping i
won't be punished further • for my many
crimes • i died to them already • most folks
don't care to know • my old man was a gonner  • many years ago • but though God
forgives • and though God forgets • human
beings don't want to • they haven't done so
yet • they fuss at me and fight me • they dis
me and they yell • it's too much for me to
handle • i  feel like i'm in hell • but i am not
complaining • i died to the details • i am just a dead man • and a dead man tells no
================TALES===============
\\//////\\//\\\///\//////\\///\\//\\////\//////\\///\\//

SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/7/2015
Dead to sin
now alive in Christ Jesus
Dec 2015 · 334
STOP!
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
A stop sign is still red
EVEN IN THE DARK!**


[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/7/2015
How many of us refuse to heed warnings?
In these times of darkness
red can be just another
shade of grey...

---
Dec 2015 · 730
tiger lily
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
her
icy fire
molten gold
in tawny eyes
    your soul is sold    
velvet petal verdant leaf . In the end
you'll come to grief . perfection of the oval
jaw               is in fact a tiger's             maw
sometime lover
soft and sweet
but in the
end
Y
O
U
'
R
E

O
N
L
Y

M
E
A
T
carmine claw that rips your flank
in your shoulder her teeth sank
you take her out and you may
gloat . but soon she has you
by the throat . she will
cause you pain and
strife . in the end
she'll take your
♡♡LIFE♡♡


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/7/2015
My dark side again.

If you want to read the rest
of this collection of poems click on
#wicked-women
Dec 2015 · 745
ice queen
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
crystalline locks and light
blue eyes . she's a sorceress
in disguise . slender willowy
as a wraith . you will suffer
her icy wrath . you'll see
your breath as you draw
near . then suddenly
she'll disappear . her
ice sculpture draws
you in . you're a moth
to her cold flame
' round her castle
there's a moat
in its floes
is where
you float
she's never
good she's
never true
she will
laugh
when
you
turn
blue
you
won't
care
you
can't
restore
frozen
solid
e
v
e
r

m

o

r

e
*

*

*


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/7/2015


The third in my
#wicked-women
series

I told you I have a dark side
(This is supposed to look like an icicle)
Dec 2015 · 777
poison ivy
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
---

hair as flame
a furnace dream
skin as white
and
rich
as
cream

dress slit
up the side
for show
eyes
as
green
as
peridot

lacquered nails
a ****** red
she grows
on you
until
you're
dead

once she wraps
you in her vine
once your
heart
is so
entwined

she'll make you shake
she'll make you twitch
she'll make you burn
she'll make you itch

once she has
you as her own
she'll wind
her
tendrils
'round
your
bones

no calamine
will assuage
she'll
wind
her
vine
'round
your ribcage

no amount of love
will sate
in the
end
you'll
suffocate

but before that
she'll send a strain
of poison ivy
to your
brain

it will torture
burn like lye
you suffer
hell
and
then
you'll

die


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 4/15/2014
I decided to concentrate
on my music instead

If you wish to read other
poems in this series
See #wicked-women
Dec 2015 · 2.1k
black mamba
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
skin
tight suit • lush
but lean • soot lashed
    \/\/    eyes of acid green
               amber flesh
       of porcelain
jet black hair
a raven's wing        
turned up nose      
pouting lips •      
you pour a glass
        you take a sip
               purest poison
                   in her flask •••
                         all you have to
                    do is ask • she
           sidles up • her
arts are black •
sparks fly as she      
shreds your back              
she's a mamma •                
she's a pet • but              
she's a snake, so
  don't forget •••
             she'll make you
                 shiver • make you
              shake • then waits
       for the bite to take
once the woman's
sunk a fang • you    
won't remember
          where you began
                         everything
                              becomes a
                     blur • then
           your soul
is truly hers
as the flames    
go higher              
and higher                
she slithers        
round your
         funeral pyre
      you're so
protective    
and so proud          
but your sheets                
become your                      
shroud •                  
they find    
          you lying
               in your
       bed
mamba
bites          
and    
   you
   are
      D
    E
A
D
SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/12/2014

An old poem from a former site.
I needed to do some concrete to take
my mind off of things
Dec 2015 · 393
if
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
if
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
I'm very depressed.

Not due to lost love...
but a close friend of mine
had a nervous breakdown.

I'm sorry I'm not reading as much,
but I'm having trouble concentrating.

Thanks for understanding.

♡Cathy
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