~~~


A rich woman
Walked down the street
She met a workman she didn't greet.

But though they didn't
Stop to TALK
They were able
To exchange THOUGHTS...

Hey! Look at me! I'm all that!
Think you're cool with that
baseball hat?

I'm in my designer clothes
I'm Dior from head to toe.

I have snakeskin shoes
And pure silk pants
My perfume comes
From Paris France...

Designer Bags and golden rings
Jeweled tiaras and a
Real mink coat?
What to do with such trivial things?
Except wallow in the
Superficial joy they bring...

Please. Humour me
With stacks of DOUGH
That's street lingo
For cash you know.

I'll sit here and strum my guitar
Whilst I look up
And count the stars...

Please... take your spoils and go...
I don't have time for spoiled souls
I'll enjoy the things that matter most
While you celebrate
charades and toast.

If life's a charade,
At least I'm a player!
You're sure not gonna
Run for Mayor!

C'mon DOUGH BOY
You know that you want
All the goodies that we flaunt!

Yes... I have a real MINK!
And my money has a STINK

But who supports
The people you are?
Why! You're nothing but
Shiftless POOR!

I ain't gotta pay
to play this game
I got a Full Heart I'm all IN!

You can't just buy
Yourself some PEACE
I've learned life lessons
To pay my lease!

Your whole life is inside your wallet
And I'm sorry... but I must call it...

Inside your soul is
bankrupt and foreclosed
It's sad to see happiness is posed

Shiftless, classless and
OUT OF STYLE
But your pretty golden pennies
Ain't worth my while...

You've got cash, but it's just CRASS
Lady. Take your fortunes and

KISS MY BOOTS!!!

WELL! I never!

The last thing she thought
As she hurried away.
She's filthy rich NOW...

... but one day she'll PAY.


(C) SoulSurvivor
(C) Frank Ruland


~~~

~~~



i am broken
i am broken
i'm a broken girl

I am tired
i am tried
of this cold cruel world

it is pointless
it is pointless
it's pointless it seems

when you're broken
when you're broken
and have no dreams

~~~

I am broken
i am broken
I'm a broken man

there is no one
there is no one
who really understands

how can i
how can i
live in this place?

the eternal
the eternal
rat........ race

~~~

I was broken
I was broken
for you my child

I lived here
I lived here
in this world so wild

I was beaten
I was beaten
and hung on a cross

I died
I died
for the lost

I know all
I know all
that you go through

when you're broken
when you're broken

I'LL RESCUE YOU



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 20, 2014

~~~



A human heart is not
Something to blow your
Nose on and discard.

But, then, we have become
a throw-away "society".


(C) SoulSurvivor

~~~


In Tucson's fair climes
The weather's sublime
It's the perfect time of the year

Though no colorful trees
Not a ONE drops it's leaves
There is one major drawback I fear

Driving caution's suggested
As the roads are conjested
Tucson's now popular! TRUE!

For the balmy air
And the climate fair
Brings all of the
Snowbirds here TOO!


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 19, 2014

~~~



If you read this poem
PLEASE READ THE WHOLE THING.



I believe in the 5th dimension
I believe in Planet X (Wormwood)
I believe in evil aliens (demons)
I believe TV is dreck...

I believe in the Georgia Guidestones
They're satanic... Mason made
I believe that we must battle
For Freedom, honor, and be brave...

I believe that there are forces
Most of us don't recognize
I don't believe the lies
they've fed us
I really cannot sympathise...

I believe that there are angels
I believe in demons too
Just because we do not see them
Doesn't mean that they are not true.

Many folks will think me crazy
With this onus I must live
I'm getting my own house
In order
Here's advice which I must give...

PLEASE. The news is of the devil.
The media is telling lies.
The only thing you have to do
Is look at the history
they've disguised...

PLEASE. Just look at JFK.
Look at Martin Luther King.
If this doesn't tell you something
Then you haven't learned a thing.

Corporate governance
Running nations
The USA is no longer great.
We've sold out to other countries
Our Bill of Rights has met its fate...

Folks, there's no more Constitution
That is something of the past.
Our president's writing exec orders
And the end is coming fast.

But I believe in God the Father
I believe in Christ the Son
I believe in the Holy Spirit
I believe the three are ONE.

I have no fear for I am certain
That LOVE IS STRONG. Yes I do.
Please my friend, do not be fearful
But I ask one thing of you...

Love's the only way to counter
The forces of a raging hell
LOVING PEOPLE IS MY CREDO

Please let it be your own as well.


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis

isn't foxhole prayers
it is not hoping God is there.

it isn't something you can skip
because it is relationship

would you go and ask advice
from someone you
had talked to twice?

would you ask for things your end
from someone who was not your friend?

people think prayer gets things free
they want to win the lottery!!

i can tell you... God's angry 'cause
people think He's santa claus!!!

i existed by my whim
a million miles away from Him.

I want to be inspired by
the one who saved me...
... chose to die.

these are plain and simple facts
i've been lazy... very lax.

this world is hurting!
it's headed for a pit!
i didn't pray for all of it!

i gave up. i ran away.
I was cowardly what can i say?

life is hard you must confront
I've been running
from the front!

i want to do so much more
life has got so much in store!

so here i am... at step one
right back where i started from.


catherine jarvis

the past i've lived
in tomorrow's arms it rests

my paper wings
arrayed in flames to brave the test

a goodly sort of ghost
a wraith of salt

my core of clay
a collapsed ******* ~ halt

of reasoning lax
a cipher sea ~ a sequence black

a great metaphor of fool
a mine of lack

oh! brave young innocence is lost!

heaven earth and hell
traversed at such a cost!

the seeds the weeds
have grown tall glass construction

i bless the first
and leave last to corruption

however have the
bitter tears turned hands to rust

how do the dregs of past
turn holy wine to

dust


soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(C) october 14, 2014

~~~

if you are my friend
we're joined at the hip
you don't have to worry
about how i may slip.

if you are my friend
i am tried and true
you don't have to worry
i will not leave you.

if you are my friend
I'm there forever
come hell or high water
come stormy weather

i know what it's like
to be at rope's end
and find nothing more
than fair weather friends.

to be so down
death looks like pleasure
to drink of a cup
of pain without measure.

SO. I DON'T LEAVE FRIENDS.
as they're all that I have.
they stand up for me
they are life's salve.

if you are my friend
you are not alone
if you are my friend...

... it's down to the BONE.


♥ Catherine

---




What if the
Moral high ground
Isn't a peak


But a TABLE MESA?


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 13, 2014

~~~





t . a . r                        
i'm like pancho right now . my mind
is like a breath of kerosene . now i'm
growing old . i'm  living  on a  rope it
seems . but that's the way of dreams .
all  the purveyors  say  you can  only
go so far before they lay you low . so
the story  goes  on  about  how  i  fell .
but  it's  not  true . so  the story  ends
before it's told . they could have had
me any day . but they  let  go  of  me out of kindness i suppose . living on
the road without end . i began to cry
and sank into my dreams . but that's
the way it goes .

c . e . j
life is a tightrope walk they say . but
they say a lot of things . don quixote
had  his windmills . i have  my  way out . my wings . i travel  throughout
their  towns  and cities . their  blood
and mud  clings  to me in layers that
dry to become  dust . none  of that is
Important  on  the  endless  highway
i  drank  myself  lucid  dreaming   of how  your  face  looked  in the moon
tears  are  collecting  in my  bottle so
it won't  run dry too soon . but that's
the way it goes .


thomas a robinson
catherine e jarvis
(c) october 12, 2014

A guy walks into a bar
In a posh high rise hotel.
He doesn't look the part,
He is not a swell.

He's in an off-rack suit
It's not tailored silk.
Orders up a drink,
A tall.glass of milk.

He's tall, dark and handsome,
But his tie is just absurd!
He's got heavy glasses,
And looks just like a nerd!

Along the bar he heard a snort,
And a drunkard gave a sneer,
"Well, hey there kid,
The school's next door,
You're not allowed in here!"

He laughed aloud at his own joke,
And began to walk and sway,
A gap appeared as nervous folk
All slowly back away...

The drunkard called out to the nerd,
"What's wrong, kid, beer too fizzy?
Or is the truth just what I heard,
You're a no-good, yellow *****!!!

The handsome man was cool,
He didn't break his stride.
He pushed his glasses up his nose
And took the drunk aside.

The enebriated idiot
Looked him up and down,
But followed him to the window
Said, "Watchoo wan' here clown?

The dark man smiled coolly.
Said, "I'd like to make a wager.
Just a couple thousand bucks.
You know. Nothing major.

I'll bet you, my drunken friend,
I can jump out - but then
After I'm out this window,
I'll come back in again!!

The drunkard looked
him up and down,
And grinned an evil grin,
"If you wanna JUMP,  go right ahead,
This bet, I'm gonna WIN!

The handsome man just
Gave a wink,
And jumped out on the ledge.
He took one look o'r the brink,
And leapt over the edge!

The drunkard gasped
In total shock!
"My god, he must have died!!"
When in a flash there came a knock
The man climbed back inside!

The handsome man
Straightend his tie
"It's time to pay your dues!
Unless, of course, you'd like to try,
Or are you scared you'll lose...

"Scared!?!!" The drunk was livid!
"Well! I'm no chicken, friend!
I accept! " And so he lept!!!

And promptly met his end.....

The tall, dark handsome person
Went back to his drink.
He finished his milk quietly,
And tipped the keep a wink.

The barkeep, looking sour,
Said, "Well. More cleanup work.
Superman, I like you,

But sometimes you're a ****.


(C) Tryst
(C) SoulSurvivor

To keep a poet happy
First off... naturally...
You must give him time
Time to write
Time to rhyme
And three square stanzas
Every day
Keeping his writer's block
At bay...

His pen and paper
Must be fixed
Or a computer
In the mix
A thesaurus
A rhyming dictionary
Or perhaps the classic writing
Of a visionary...

Don't forget the light
To see his words
You also have to listen
He wants to be heard!
Some structure and a clock
To see the time
Avoid writer's block
And help him rhyme...

Here is the recipe
For his feeding
If he has the block
He needs to be eating!
A pinch of metaphor
A splash of color
An image or two
Then add another!

But dissing folks
Has NO allure...

Nobody wants to eat

MANURE !!!


The Girl Who Loved.You
SoulSurvivor
(C) October 10, 2014

~

globes of light
hang from the trees
last vestiges
of today's rain.


soulsurvivor

I was going to give a lecture
About this thing called peace.
But then, by gosh! I realized
I really raised a fist!

We all want peace for
This big world
We want it for our kids.
But where does it BEGIN?
Anyone got bids?

Peace don't begin with YOU.
That's what I could not see.
If it begins with anyone

IT MUST BEGIN WITH ME.


♥ Soul

There is a little star
Twinkling overhead
I see it from my window
As I lie upon my bed.

There are many others
Who for attention vie
But this one in particular
Lights up my blackened sky.

Some stars, they are white,
Some stars they are blue,
But this star is golden...

... and this poem is for YOU.

♡♥♡♥ + huge hugs
Catherine

There Is a nasty seagull
Oh yeah.. his wings I see
He's come to take small pieces
From different parts of me.

He's come for my body
He's come for my brain
He wants to take my spirit
'Til none of these remain.

I'm always finding feathers
All inside my head,
So I'm gonna get a shotgun...

And shoot that sucker DEAD!!!



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis

... he's made himself at home.
he's been a real ******
keeping me alone.

an alien moved in...
... he's eating all my food.
he's calling me all kinds of names
and being really RUDE.

an alien.moved in...
... he wants to remain.
he wants to tease and torment
take over my brain.

take over my brain
take over my heart
take over my body...
... and that is just a start.

he wants me to listen
to every thing he's said
he wants me to **** myself...
... yep... he wants me DEAD.

I'll pretend that i don't hear him
be the gracious host i am
then when he's not looking
I'll kick him in the can!

he'll be evicted!
I'll read my Word and PRAY
He is not EVER welcome here
I'm doing it... TODAY.

I am getting him out of here
This is not just talk
I'm getting ready now...

... THIS SUCKER'S GONNA WALK!!!

♥ Catherine

those days when it is all you can do to motivate yourself to eat or drink

those days when it is difficult to read
let alone write and the phone
weighs a million pounds....

those days when you are not physically sick...
but even your hair hurts...

those days when you feel like the
doom around you is a membraine
of purest pain. ...

you ever had one of those days?

good if you haven't.

i would not wish them on my
worst enemy...


catherine

I placed "leaf" and several
Of my other poems on
My "collections" sites. They
Have not shown up there
As I check out my home
Page. Is anyone else having
Trouble?  Please contact me
Via the site message system.

Thanks.

♥ Catherine

Let's pretend you love me
Let's pretend you can
Let's pretend your capable
Pretend you're my man.

Let's pretend you're a doctor
Let's pretend your love
Is real as you strip me
And put on your glove.

Let's pretend you have no girls
Waiting in a que
To be "patients" also
Pretend they don't love you.

Let's pretend you are present
In my tear stained bed
Pretend you don't have
Dreams of them
Dancing in your head.

Let's pretend, my baby,
For I tell you true
I want to pretend what I have penned

... that I don't love you.


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 6, 2014