---/'''\/\,,,/\/\/""---/\/\,,,/---

emotions toss
both you and me
we are all
on fortune's knee
the forest is
a single tree
in the
glass menagerie

we are heated
we are shaped
there's no way
we can escape
the unruly
rageful ape

there's nowhere
that we can hide
from the lion
in his pride

love's a bird
within a snare
a fox within
its secret lair
hate's a wounded
grizzly bear
of this we
have had our share

jealousy's
a monkey's paw
envy's
a tiger's jagged maw
pain's meat is red
its meat is raw
its voice a crow
to creek and caw

sorrow seldom
hunts alone
grief will gnaw
upon the bone
fear will
turn a beast to stone

happiness
a red, red rose
joy is like
a puppy's nose
where are these things
do you suppose?
the
bird of paradise
still grows

we are all
caught up, you see
there's no way we can
break free
caged in the

*GLASS MENAGERIE

---/\/\,,,/\/'''\/\,,,/---

a steaming cup
of herbal tea
a heavy sigh
a roiling sea

a ballet
for a seated mule
a poem written
by a fool

a truth that is
still half a lie
the syntax of your
insane eye

of this there
can be no debate
emotions rule
both
small
and

*GREAT

~~~<{♡}>~~~

more
powerful
than
a
prayer
in
an
empty
sanctuary
or
wavi­ng
cencer
or
cathedral
*****

more
elusive
than
the
shadow
of
hum­mingbirds

harder
to
grasp
than
the
smoke
of
a
joss
stick

tranqu­ility
is
as
the
eyelash
of
a
butterfly
to
those
who
don't
underst­and

nature

for
nature
has
balance
and
without
that
there
is
n­o

PEACE


soulsurvivor
(C) 7/6/2015

---

i
prepare
the
squirrel
we
will
have
for
dinner

i
go
to
the
­church
of
autumn
trees

the
sun
weeps
russet
through
stained
glas­s
leaves
and
its
beams
dapple
the
moist
forest
floor

i
prepare
t­he
squirrel's
precious
spirit
for
its
travel
thanking
it
and
tell­ing
it
I'm
sorry
it
had
to
die

but
my
family
is
hungry

later
to­day
i
will
teach
the
strangers
to
harvest
the
corn
we
taught
them­
to
plant

i
only
wish
they
were
as
grateful
as
i
am
for
the
squi­rrel


soulsurvivor
(C) 7/6/2015

---

4 AM

the sky
dappled and wet
like a dark horse rode hard

spread branches of trees
dead black like bone and veins
etched in relief on its withers

stars like sparks flying
from its hooves

the moon a bullet hole
in its flanks
rendered in

photograpic
reverse


soulsurvivor
(C) 7/6/2015

---

i
went
to the
edge
hearing
your
voice
echo
through
the
void

"FLY!!!"­

i
lept
into
space
and
as
i
looked
into
the
deep
i
realized
the
­wings
you
gave
me
were
simply
a
dead
butterfly
affixed
between
my­
shoulderblades

with

a

PIN


soulsurvivor
(C) 7/6/2015

snow
               floes
       on a
vast
crevase
create
      the
            tiny
           brook
bubbling
down          
the                  
high            
meadow
                 through
      wild
flower
     and
             tussock
it merges
with the              
mountain                    
stream            
water clean
               refined
                            burbling on
                     its wending way
through the
soughing pines            
it flows into a        
river which
           goes its lazy way
getting ever wider
on its path unto the sea        
in the mighty ocean the sun      
creates the cloud . which the
       winds take to the mountains to
        make a snow white shroud
the same snows melt
and create
a brook        
the                    
maker                        
of                                
the                
rain
          for
the
entire            
cycle                    
just            
begins
        again


soulsurvivor
(C) 7/5/2015

^^/\^/\/\^

to climb the world of crags
the rock face clad in snow
men have given everything
to tred the icy floe

mountain sits
to tempt and lure
a special siren song
scaling up your scaly side
is only for the strong

for you are a dragon
breathing mist instead of fire
you can flick a climber
from your side
whenever you desire

you sleep and men are happy
you wake and we are shy
you shrug your mighty shoulders
and frail mortals die

but when you are peaceful
you inspire awe
we can stop
when we're on top

and touch the face of

GOD


soulsurvivor
(C) 7/4/2015

synapses snapped
in succession
in order of
originality
subterfuge
cessation
bereft of
carnality

though Thought
through thick
fog doth fly
perception
conception
the perfect
eye

pineal body
purpose
unknown
pernicious
malicious
people
make it
as stone

is it the
god gland
?
are we
easily snared
?
pineapple
pineal part
fully
impaired
?

foaming with
fluoride
worst water
we drink
too tainted
toothpaste
we wash
down the
sink

calcium carbonate
crusted our brain
ordained
order of
omniscience
swept
down
the

^                
<    >         ^    
v           <  >
/\
<   >
V

flights of sparkling jewels
sparks to greet the eye
lovers watch, their eyes aglow

*it's the Fourth of July!

~~~^♡^~~~

brothers and sisters
have you noticed a lack
of the happy mention of
the place which attracts
lost and hurting people
who live here below
why not talk of heaven
God's gift to bestow?

- chorus -
why not talk of heaven
the place where we're bound
if we can be faithful in this
place on the ground
let us all be joyful
of the place by and by
where we will see Jesus
who reigns from on high

there are many preachers
who tell us of hell
they will berate us
of how we can fall
but there are such wonders
in heaven above
the place of angels singing
a gift of pure
LOVE

- chorus -

past gates of shining pearl
are streets of pure gold
we will never hurt nor weep
we'll never grow old
no eye has seen
nor ear has heard
the wonders that wait

best of all there's Jesus
so beautiful and great

- chorus -

~~~¤♡¤~~~

love is vibration
it cannot be seen
it cannot be touched
tho on it we lean

it cannot be heard
it can't be smelled
but it is THERE
theSPIRIT can tell

it can be nutrition
harvested wheat
it cannot be tasted
yet it is sweet

those who will plant it
and place it in stores
will have full bellies
and reap the rewards

those who despise it
and enjoy planting tares
will reap starvation
and numerous snares

please,  folks, have pity
upon the unjust
they need our compassion
and even our LOVE

for they are as ants
who labor in vain
to be crushed underfoot
they can't be sustained

so impart your love
to give to the poor
open your hears
your treasure store

if you only give love
to those who love you
what's the reward?
you know this is
TRUE

you have the love
to bless and to shower
you never know
when it's their
final hour

when it is winter
and the evil are thin
they don't die
without

they die from
WITHIN


soulsurvivor
(C) 7/3/2015

IN GLORY!


dusty hills
purple, maroon
apricot clouds
peacock lagoons

the low mountain docks
in peach/lavender bay
weighing anchor in safety
in the froth of the sky

desert brush
of dark olive green
like languid reefs
in a arid sea

the birds are up
happy and warbling
cicadas burr
the hot day is dawning

I sit on my porch
i feel my bones
absorbing the Spirit
no, I'm not alone

the sun also rises
in glory and awe
i'm *sure of the presence

of a *LOVING God!*


soulsurvivor
(C) 7/3/2015

~~~<€>~~~


mammalaria
has a jaunty magenta wreath
on her tight grey curls



SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/2/2015

~~~<=>~~~


floating, water lily is free
but ever has her anchor
in the bottom of the pond


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/2/2014

~~~<0>~~~

odalesque
orchids languish
in the sauna steam of
the hothouse
remembering
halcyon days
arrayed in the
rain forests


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/2/2015

~~~<@>~~~


lazy sunflower
turns her head to look at the sun
with one eye


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/2/2015

~~~


the trumpet flower
makes its presence known boldly
with a blare of fuchsia


SoulSurvivor
7/2/2015

/\
<    >
V

the greater the darkness
the more the light is

VISIBLE


10W
soulsurvivor

~~~{♡}~~~

art in writing
art in ink
swirls and curls
to make you think

art in ideogram
which can't be bought
illuminated pages
full of thought

art as cypher
art as change
art as charcoal
chalk arranged

on board as black
as darkest oil
ink is art
our feignt

our foil


soulsurvivor
(C) 7/1/2015

PART ONE OF THREE

"I know your works; you are
neither cold nor hot, I am about to
spit you out of my mouth.
For you say, "I am rich, I have prospered, and I need nothing."
You do not realize that you are
wretched, pitiable, poor, blind,
and naked. Therefore I council you
to buy from me gold refined by fire
so that you may be rich; and white
robes to clothe you to keep the shame of your nakedness from being seen; and salve to annoint your eyes that you may see. I reprove and discipline those whom I love. Be earnest, therefore, and repent."

Revelation 3:14-19
NRSV

Most of what I hear preached from the pulpit today in the US (and indeed around the world) is this,

"When the tribulation comes, the church ("saved") will be raptured out and the lost will be "Left Behind" to endure God's wrath. So don't worry church! The "saints" will go into the clouds to be with Jesus!"

Bleeeeeep! Wrong answer!!!

Lies! From the PULPIT!!!

That's not what JESUS CHRIST said above. Those who are not fit for the Kingdom will have to endure Satan's wrath! God's wrath comes later! To punish the wicked.

And, yep. There is JUDGEMENT.
R E P R O O F
C H A S T I Z E M E N T
P U N I S H M E N T

Where in the Bible does it say God is a softie? That HE can be MOCKED?
That He's a Santa Claus in the sky come to give lotto winnings to his "good" little kids?

I'm talking to the CHURCH.

We are preaching
FALSE DOCTIRINE. PERIOD,

IF THE CHURCH DOESN'T
R E P E N T
in sackcloth and ASHES
FAST and PRAY
like there's no
TOMORROW
(which there literally isn't)
they will take the brunt of
SATAN'S WRATH

For those who are found worthy there will be PROTECTION.
Read Psalm 91.

Thank you for reading all of this.
There will be three parts to this sermon. Please read them ALL.

THANK YOU!

is in the middle of

lle
sln
blg
wln

Let me not
be in middle
of self serving
and
self engrandizement


let me be in the middle of

*HiM

10W

i am big enough
to say i am

SMALL

Amen


soulsurvivor

to soulsurvivor?
did she go insane?
did she have a
breakdown 'cause she
couldn't stand the pain?

what happened
to soulsurvivor?
is she still on her meds?
or did she just stop taking them
got messed up in the head?

what happened to soulsurvivor?
is she back on drugs?
maybe she needs help?
maybe she needs hugs?

what happened to soulsurvivor
the poet friend we loved?
now she's on a God kick
given sanity the
shove!

--- *NO ---
just want to reassure you
I'm not at madness' door
I'm actually doing well
better than before

I'm going back to worship
I'm back into prayer
although a lot is on my plate
I'm not in despair

I have to make my time count
there is a great cost
I have to let my light shine
I MUST HELP THE LOST!

though I seem all doom and gloom
I have joy to spare!
because I know that I'll be safe
I'm not in despair!

I will not be "raptured"
from the pain and strife
but I will
REMAIN STEADFAST
I will not
LOSE MY LIFE

I WILL PRESS ON BRAVELY
I WILL ACHIEVE MY GOAL
THO I MAY LOSE MY BODY

*I WILL NOT LOSE MY SOUL

---
if that which does not **** you
makes you stronger
I must have been
meant to be

Ms Olympic Bodybuilder
of the Millennium!

~~~=<♡>=~~~

In the morning of a
Breezey mauve-pink air
in the peace in a time of silent prayer
in the breath of a
newborn child's sleep
there are memories
we will always keep

when a mother first holds her child
in the strength of a mustang
running wild
in the hush of an ocean's
silent depths
there are memories
We will never forget

eagles fly
and soar on lofty wings
infants cry when their
time of life begins
seedlings grow
from the fall of gentle rains
these are things we know
but can we fully explain?

in the rise of a harvest moon
in the scent of a rose
in fullest bloom
in the grace of a
dancer's swirling form
then our senses make us
glad we're born

in the flames of the setting sun
in softness of night that's
just begun
in the lights of the pinpricked sky
there are times we pause
to think and ponder why?

breezes blow
and yet are never seen
there's a mind
that can only think a dream
can you touch the light
of falling stars
these are things we know
but can we prove they are?

in the roar of a breaking wave
we are kept from the
cradle to the grave
we may know
in our last and final hour
a loving and

ALMIGHTY POWER


soulsurvivor
4/21/2009


~~~=<♡>=~~~

---

On February 15
a congressman
went out for to ski
never did return that day
he died "hitting a tree"

There was much
blunt force trauma
to the front of his head
elect of California legislature
now Sonny Bono's DEAD


- CHORUS -
Who murdered Sonny Bono?
How did that man die?
Was it all a "ski accident"
or is that just a lie?

Did he have information
of government high ups?
Laundering money for
drugs and guns
doin' things corrupt?

There is an old story
and you know it's true
The Kennedy's were
conspired against
and now Sonny, too.

---

Blunt force trauma
to the skull
but no broken ribs or knees
and no counter coup
to the brain
you don't need an MD

No coroner to tell you
somethin's fishy there
and the back of Sonny's jacket
had a tell tale tear

- CHORUS -

You won't see this on TV
It won't be in the news
all the links have been shut down
They have too much to loose

There's only one who's
brave enough
to convey this, you see
and he has had
attempts on his life
for telling you and me

- CHORUS -

Hear me* SCREAM!!!
I will split you
DOWN THE SEAMS!!!

I AM POET!!!
See me SHINE!!!
I'll make you SEE or make you BLIND!!!

I AM POET!!!
Smell the BREW!!!
I will not bow down to YOU!!!

I AM POET!!!!
******* INK!!!
I am CLOSER than you THINK!!!

I AM POET!!!
Touch my BRAILLE!!!
Even though I land in JAIL!!!

I AM POET!!!
See me FIGHT!!!
Know what's right!
I'll be a light in the night
I have a pen and I have
MIGHT!!!

I AM POET!!!
I am not WEAK!!!
Yep! I am a
JESUS FREAK!!!

I AM POET!!!
I will SHOW IT!!!
You all need me and you
KNOW IT!!!

I AM POET!!!
I am FREE!!!
Let me show you ways to SEE!!!

I AM POET!!!
SO ARE YOU!!!
You are GREAT and that's

THE TRUTH.

10W

your money is not
a parachute

it is a

*BALLOON !!!

---

I think
therefore I AM

- Descartes -

---

I AM
therefore i

thank!

- soulsurvivor -

~~~<0>~~~

allow me to preface
this poem you will read
by telling you i was
atheist
just so we're agreed

i never went to
Sunday school
i never went to church
in those days
when i was raised
my soul was
in the lurch

my father disallowed
talk of God in any way
it was nil
had no free will
it is the same today

i had no real mentor
neither did i learn
i was slow
i didn't know
of the Lord's return

but when i was a child
i had some "crazy" dreams
as you see
there were three
not nice by any means

the first one was of Tucson
the place where i grew up
it was of its destruction
and that a bitter cup

thete was nuclear destruction
a mushroom cloud and more
but the big deal?
it was so REAL!
i saw what was in store

i had this nightmare
several times
three nights in a row
unprepared
i was quite scared
not knowing what to do

then there was another
much worse this one was
people running
screaming
there were things
which buzzed!

i thought it was a dream
perhaps it was not
perhaps as well
i perceived hell
in a dimension caught

three nights in a row
I had this experience
i don't think
that I could sink
much further than thence

but another dream came up
that would terrify

THE LORD IN HIS GLORY

COMING FROM THE SKY!

~~~

He said He was returning
that i was now ensnared
that me and my family

HAD TO BE PREPARED!

~~~

there was a host behind him
His face i could not see
i just knew it was
JESUS CHRIST
as certain as can be

and this is all the story
you may think me a sham
put up a fight
"i can't be right"
but folks

WHAT IF
*I AM???

haiku**


the earth dancing out
sets stars and moons whirling so
clock hands clap every hour


soulsurvivor
(C) 6/22/2015

haiku*


the sky twirled her
sequined skirt as the night
did a do see do


soulsurvivor
(C) 6\22/2015

---(@)---

a
grave
left open
inside me
no roses for
posterity

whirling winds
the stars
will fall
six feet under
ten foot wall

as i lie
here all alone
a heart is
graven
on my
stone

there's a crack
there's a fault
chiseled with
a lightning bolt

all my roses
turn to
rust
~
*ashes
to ashes
dust

to

,,,"---"",,"",,---,,,"""

palpable piquant
pastel scream
surrounded by
portentous
dream

seafoam and symmetry
loquacious land
shuddering snow
and
sibilant sand

caustic, cocaphonous
calypso clouds
awed by the
eloquent
elongated
shrouds

burnt to mere
nothingness
negated, naught
turbulent
truculent
trickling
thought

dense and dowdy
docile and dubious
rousing and rowdy
quiet and studious

grating, gallumphing
gruesome
ground
supine and succulent

asymmetrical
sound


soulsurvivor
(C) 6/22/2015