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1.2k · Jul 2016
*trip the light fantastic!*
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
~~~<♢>~~~


trip the light fantastic!
draw blood from a stone
make a rainbow palette
within your flute of bone

trip the light fantastic!
there's more to life than hate
you can be, and you can see
whatever your soul's state

trip the light fantastic!
pastel pink or day glo green
color's more than eyesight
there's more that can be seen!

trip the light fantastic!
fall within its swoon!
Pink Floyd discovered prisms
on the dark side of the moon!

trip the light fantastic!
lavender and puce
you have to play your poetry
c'mon! let's call a truce!

chrystophase and peridot
emerald and ruby
topaz and tourmaline
gems of healing truly!

black onyx and opal
amethyst and amber
make yourself some jewelry!
make your ever-afters!

trip the light fantastic!
hold life within a flask
wine in purest crystal

make yourself

STAINED GLASS!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/19/2016
This poem was inspired by a response
to comment made by Sjr1000

Thanks, Steve, for the inspiration!


~~~<♢>~~~
1.2k · Jan 2016
FORGIVE
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
-o-o-o-o-o-

unforgiveness
is the chain
which shackles you
to your
PAIN


10W
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/26/2016
Please read
"path"
and
"freedom"

I am taking a hiatus

THANKS!
1.2k · Feb 2017
WATCHMAN ON THE WALL!
SøułSurvivør Feb 2017
I'm sorry I have not been on site. I very much want to read, but I have a friend who is in Desperate trouble. She's involved in a lot of occult practices, and her Immortal soul is in grave Danger! I'm researching the various practices she is engaging in. And actually promoting! Divination. Spirit Guides. Acceptance of Satan in the form of an angel of Light. And necromancy. This only names a few of the very dangerous practices she's involved in!

If anyone here on this site is involved in any of these practices, please contact me. My research has sort of made me more expert at answering questions regarding them. I shall say this again...

THEY ARE VERY DANGEROUS!
YOUR IMMORTAL SOUL IS IN DANGER!


I am a Watchman on the Wall. If you read Ezekiel 33 you will see the importance of being a Watchman. And the Fatal consequences for the Watchman who does not warn the people! The blood of the people is on their head!

Any advice my fellow Christian believers can give me would be greatly appreciated!

THANK YOU!

♡ Catherine
1.2k · Feb 2015
sandia peak
SøułSurvivør Feb 2015
^¡^    

                    ^¡^


^¡^                              ^¡^

as we floated
over the high desert in
New Mexico the color splayed
out like river deltas and sunshine
collected in the hairs of our arms
so high were we that Sandia Peak
couldn't graze the bottom of our
gondola. Then we saw it. A
wee butterfly lost on the
updrafts! Trying to
catch it I almost
fell out of the
\     \     /     /
\   \   /   /
gondola
all I saw
was a flit



of wing
and she was gone.
I've never experienced the
Thrill of being up in a
Hot air balloon

This is a 'flight' of fancy

^¡^
SøułSurvivør Dec 2017
KIDZ! DON'T TRY
THIS AT HOME! NOTHING
IS WORTH LOSING YOUR
LIFE OVER!

Three reasons to live.
Three good ones to die.
Shall I throw 'em in a hat
And draw the first I try?

Shall I act on impulse
Once the drawing's done?
If I choose the
Skull 'n crossbones
Will I fire the loaded gun?

If I pick the black stone
There's no two ways
To view it.
I've got to carry on with it!
Then I'll have to *
DO IT!*

So here I go. I've got the lots.
As I have amassed 'em.
It's up to God to
Make the choice.
I will let *Him
cast 'em.

Uh, oh. Drew out
The white stone.
The gig is up. I give.
This game's no fun.
I've been undone.

I guess I'll have to live.
*really, Really, REALLY
mad at God.*

*But I'm not going to **** myself, so don't worry. I'm just sick of life. It *****.*


*The above with the Asteriisks is not going to be taken down. It is how I felt at the time. At 8 p.m. I was going through the darkest night of the soul. I had run out of options. Literally. I didn't want to put up another writing, because I wanted to stay off site. But doing that writing worked out something in me. No. I did not drink or use. I faced the pain. I did not run. I wrestled with God, and He finally won. He always does. He's putting me through the fire for a reason. I really don't understand what that is yet, but there must be something good for the devil to be fighting this strongly! So I'm just hanging on. And I will have joy!

If anyone is going through real hardship like I was, just know that better days are ahead. Wrestle with God. He wants us to lay our fiercest anger at the altar. He's got big shoulders, and he can handle it. But don't die! That's like cutting your nose off to spite your face... And the end of that is more terrible than you could possibly imagine! Trust God! He will never disappoint, nor let you down. If you don't know how to accept him, go to a good bible-believing church and ask one of the elders for help. Your new life may have begun!

I'm alright. Just goin off site for a while. Be blessed everyone! Have a very merry Christmas!
1.2k · Aug 2016
Gothic Moon
SøułSurvivør Aug 2016
It was a dark and stormy night
The moon was like a ghost
New, it was a sliver
Misty. Foggy. Lost.

Lightning all around it
Dancing on the breeze
Thunder took it in its arms
To Tiptoe Through the Trees

Liquid glinted on its face
Flowed down to cheek and jowl
A madman's laugh arose from it
As the wind began to howl

Yes, if raindrops are as tears to him
They are tears of Mirth
For he looks down upon us fools

*And laughs for all he's worth!
Thanks again Hello Poetry!

It's 12:30... time for shut eye... =_=

Goodnight all!

-
1.2k · Apr 2015
Dream Flight
SøułSurvivør Apr 2015
in Honor of my father**

He was born in Isle La Monte
In nineteen twenty six
Son of a plot farmer
The soil to plant and mix

He was a good student
A good lad as a rule
In the winter he would trek
Twelve miles to go to school

An IQ test was given
I will not debate
My father came in second
For the record of the state!

He did achieve much excellence
I think you will agree
He paid his own way
To go to MIT

He served his country loyally
He was a navel man
Was ranked at RT-4
On a LST landing craft

He manned the radio towers
And handed up the shells
The Kamakazi dove to ****
In Okinawa's hell...

He is a faithful husband
And a father who's bar none
If my father'd been on the other side
I believe they would have won!

Now he's on the Dream Flight
To Washington DC
And I tell you that his daughter

Is as proud as proud can be!!!
The Dream Flight is for WWII vets
Who would ordinarily never be able
To afford to visit the Washington Memorial of WWII... it is an all expenses paid flight and hotel then a magnificent ceremony at the Memorial. My brother will be standing by his 90 year old
Father throughout everything...
Which is heroic in itself as my dad is almost stone deaf and in a wheelchair. He will need some assistance!!!

THIS IS HISTORY IN THE MAKING!

I AM SO PROUD OF MY FATHER
(in case you hadn't guessed)

Thanks for welcoming me back to Hello Poetry... you are wonderful friends.

I have been going through some things visceral. But feeling better every day. The cup is half full, yes??

----!
1.2k · Mar 2014
Scented Candles 8W
SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
Scented candles
don't get burned

at both ends.

8W
Soul Survivor
2013
I allowed myself to
get overwhelmed
and overtaxed.

I'm taking it easy
for a while
1.2k · Jul 2017
Pain...
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
... physical and emotional,
my constant companions,
cannot rival Jesus Christ
my eternal lover and

FRIEND


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/15/2017
Something I read tonight really disturbed me. And I feel it is necessary to explain why I am not on site as much as I'd like to be. I am reposting this on Twitter and Facebook also, as I have not been on those sites in many months. I have friends there I have almost literally abandoned, except in prayer.

I'm afraid to say I am in constant pain, my friends. I have severe arthritis in my knees and feet. My feet are literally deformed. And walking is extremely painful. I am not in a power chair. I don't want to go that route. I don't want to lose the use of my lower body entirely. I can't get surgery on either my knees or my feet because I have a problem with my weight which was brought on by medication I was given which I never needed.

I am also a targeted individual. I have been singled out by the Church of Scientology for extreme mental torture. They do this to certain people who are vocal against them. I am one. I was put in the mental health system because they wanted to discredit me. They have almost completely tarnished my name. And I have no recourse because I am labeled mentally ill.

I live in a house that should be condemned. The electrical system has not been fixed since the 1920s. It is a beautiful old house, but in great need of repair. I am constantly on guard for fire.

My father is in the hospital. He is in a deep depression because of his physical condition. He was always very active in his life. He is a Master Gardener but now cannot do the things he loves. He is completely deaf, and nearly blind. Now he cannot speak. He has a tracheostomy and a feeding tube in his stomach. He considers his life a living death. I don't know what to do for him except to pray.

Yes, I have many troubles. But I consider none of them a comparison to the glory I will experience when I get to heaven to be with Jesus. What he does for me even in this life is nothing short of miraculous. Even with all these troubles above I am joyous. I cannot do the things that I wish to do. I find it hard to follow my friends on the various sites mentioned above. And I do feel sorry for that. I have thought carefully about which site to follow. Because I love poetry and the poets on Hello Poetry, and they are my oldest friends, I have decided to stay here. I'm not able to read as much as I'd like, but that is no fault of theirs. I want to thank those who follow me through all this from the bottom of my heart. You bring me a great deal of Joy to my life.

My life is actually very full. I have friends who I talk to, and pray with, on the phone. Because I am essentially a shut in, this is very important. I can't go to church for the above reasons. Everywhere I go my name is being slandered by this nefarious cult. But my friends, who I've had for many years some of them, know that what is said about me to be lies. We talk and we pray for hours. I pray for all of you. Usually I would not mention my prayer life. It is something very personal to me, as it should be. but I just want you to know how much I love you all.

I say none of this for sympathy. That word is between s*** and syphilis in the dictionary. I simply say that Jesus Christ is literally saved my life. There is no way I could endure any of this if it weren't for Him. I sincerely hope that some of you can find the joy that I experience. It is only through great suffering that one finds this kind of happiness. Please read the Bible quote below. Thank you all for reading!

"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."

2 Corinthians 4:16-18
1.1k · Feb 2017
Welcome to The Hive
SøułSurvivør Feb 2017
Hello there! Our favorite "friend"!
How are you today?
We have a niche that's just for YOU
Won't you come and play?

We'll do our little "nectar dance"!
We'll draw you in, and then,
We'll rearrange your mindset
And spit you out again.

Welcome to The Hive, sister!
We'll tell you how to act.
We'll tempt you with our honey
It's sweet, and that's a fact.
Yes! Welcome to The Hive, brother
Come into our tree!
We'll program you to think like US
So what if you're not FREE?
Welcome to The Hive, my friend,
To your 6-sided cell
We welcome you to OUR beliefs
Welcome to the meld...


So you like your Saviour?
Fine! All well and good.
But you MUST throw out
The Word of God
Is that understood?

You want to have your reading?
By all means! A MUST!
But make sure that we see it
And it's approved by US.

(CHORUS)

We have the answers here, good folk!
We've been there! We've been bound!
But now there is a way out! YES!
Come see what we have FOUND!
Oh? You hear a WAILING?
Take no notice of the sound...
It's going to get louder cuz

WE'RE GOING UNDERGROUND...

(CHORUS)

We welcome you to Stepford
At the tolling of the bell
We welcome you to MIND CONTROL

WE WELCOME YOU TO HELL
.


Catherine Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/27/2017
This was written of Scientology
but is applicable to any ungodly mindset.
1.1k · Jun 2015
raining on the sun
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
it is raining                  
on the sun . it's       raining
in my heart . the     day i leave
oh precious    one . the day we are
apart . when     it is all over . our new
life has begun . you     will see how i
       love thee . it's raining on the sun
       ;;""··'';;;  "",,,:: ··'';;; '',,;;; ··'' ;;''::
"";;;      ''···;;; '' ,,, ;;;",,''·;;;'' ""
;;;''··· ;;''···;;;'',,;;;'',,,'''····;;;"" ,, ♥'';;"",, ''···
I tried to make it look like a
raincloud with a heart standing
alone in the rain

---
1.1k · Mar 2014
A Closer Look.........
SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
Look closely at your dots and periods.
You'll see this...

. Bob Dylan .
. William Shakespeare .
. Maya Angelou . Emily Dickinson .
. Ralph Waldo Emerson . Robert Frost . Ai .
. Max Eastman . Thomas Hardy . William Blake .
. Edgar Allan Poe . Pablo Neruda . James Joyce . Ovid .
. Carl Sandberg . Anne Sexton . Taigu Ryokan . Sappho .
. Ogden Nash . Dorothy Parker . JD Salinger . Rumi .
. Dame Edith Sitwell . Mary Wollstonecraft Shelly .
. Anna Swir . Sara Teasdale . JRR Tolkien .
. Alfred Lord Tennyson . John Skelton .
. Dante Gabriel Rossetti .
. Dylan Thomas .



Soul Survivor
2014
The poets in my "dot" were chosen
at random, to fit the design.
1.1k · Jan 2016
Time Machine
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
I built a magic time machine
I tinkered through the night
I erected it with art and skill
I knew I had it right!

Off I went on this fun flight
In my bubble made of gloss
I saw the future and the past
Then found that I was lost!

I saw the moments where I'd failed
I'd hurt my loved ones dear!
I saw the future bleak and dark
And viewed it with great fear

I tried to change the things I'd done
And found that I could not!
I practiced on the future, too
Was frozen to the spot!

I found the present compromised
Came back to my square bed
The empty place between my ears
The space inside my head

I learned a precious lesson
All that I can say
Is once you're off in time machines

You're vacant from TODAY!



SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/31/2016
Inspired by Megan H

-
1.1k · Mar 2016
Mother Courage
SøułSurvivør Mar 2016
a tribute to
Vivian Francesca Jarvis

Allow me please some bragging rights
Of this I will attest
My mom's a brave, accomplished gal
She's one of the Best

Born to be an actress
A director and a coach
She starred in Joan of Arc
I have the right to boast

She's been in countless films
A career of great yield
She played with Sydney Poitier
In Lilies of the Field

She is a character actress
Won many awards
To hear her tell her tales of stage & screen
One is never bored!

Not only an actress
My mom's an activist
League of Women Voters
There is quite a list!

She stood up for the poor man
And during Vietnam
She directed guerilla theater
And was threatened with a bomb!

Someone threw a rock
With a note attached
Saying a Molotov Cocktail
Would go through our window next!

She's had trials and tribulations
Depression. Migraines long
But she always rose above it
The Show Must Go On!

Now she is still acting!
Though West Nile Virus took its share
Of a once sharp memory
And she's in a power chair!

She starred in Mother Courage
And truly this is she
I am grateful for my mom

and proud as proud can be!**


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 3/6/2016
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!

Albeit a bit early. The actual date is
Sunday May 8, 2016
But my mom's been SO good
I descided to celebrate early!

Forgive me for kinda bragging here
but my mother IS an exceptional woman
Talented in SO many ways!

You can look her up on Facebook
Or the internet

I LOVE HER WITH ALL MY HEART!
1.1k · Jul 2015
nothin's sacred
SøułSurvivør Jul 2015
XD

If you offer Moses porkchops
And Ghandi t-bone steaks
An Amish woman lightbulbs
You have what it takes!

If fish ain't on the menu
For a Catholic's Friday meal
And you fast on a Fat Wednesday
You're the real deal!

If at a Mosque you're dancing
While they're bowing to the east
If you use a salad fork
To eat the main course feast
At Episcopal church functions
Then don't give a dime
At Joel Osteen's mega-church
Man, you're right on time!

Non-religious offenders
Really should unite!
Just do what comes naturally!
Don't give up the fight!

Far from being reverent
Take it one step more!
Diss ol' jolly Santa
While looting big box stores!

But watch the gays and lesbians!
Jokes we won't allow!
Or political gurus and women

For those are sacred cows!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 10/9/2013
Don't get me wrong.
I don't like nor want to diss ANYONE.
But "political correctness" has gotten
really over the top.
The only group it seems "correct"
to diss are Christians. I guess in
some instances we have it coming.
But we are automatically put in the
category of greedy, lustful, crazy, ignorant (or downright stupid)
INTOLERANT HYPOCRITES.

What happens when you point
the finger? Yep. You got it.

---
1.1k · Sep 2014
Nitty Gritty Ink
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Tears through the
paper and
scours the mind raw**


Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 28, 2014
Again inspired by other poetry
Specifically a write by Denzelle Tucker
1.1k · Nov 2017
Armor Bearer
SøułSurvivør Nov 2017
You helped me heft
My burdens
You shared in all my cares
You also heavy laden
Your own loads in which to bear.

You took me through
The Bible
Through the stormy seas
Of my misunderstandings
You helped me to ease

Through thick & thin
Supported me
A stalwart friend so true
I could n'er find another
More trustworthy than you!

As a supporter you excell
There to lend a hand
You garner no great glory
As by my side you stand.

You're the lifter of my arms
A background tune that sings
You're an inspiring backdrop
The wind beneith my wings.

Please know that I have
Great respect
For you are from above
I will ever cherish you...

You'll always be LOVED.


SøułSurvivør
(C) 11/5/2017
To a very dear friend who has always helped me to understand the Bible and its correlation to every aspect of life. She has been a wonderful support in every way. I believe the armor bearer is more important than the warrior. This lady has a TRUE servant's heart... she is dearly LOVED!
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
There's a Dove
That casts no shadow
Of its story I will tell
It has flown to
Highest heaven
It has sunk to
Lowest hell

It is pure as
Sparkling snowbanks
It could melt them
Like the Sun
In the end, as at beginning
Over evil, Victory's won!
It will fill your
Soul with longing
It is the End
'Fore time's begun.

There's a Lion
On the prairie
He has strength
That over-awes
In His Face
You'll see compassion
He forgives
Egregious flaws
You can find
Your comfort, solice,
You could sleep
Between His paws

He is ferocious
He's Protection
He is gentler than a lamb
Yet he has the
Greatest power
For he is God -
The strong I AM.

There's a Rose
Within a garden
It's blood red,
For It's been torn
The Rose itself
Has greatest beauty
Tho It wears a
Crown of thorns
It is pure as
Light unblemished
It has grown
For death was born.

It has a scent
Beyond comparing
It has light
That shines within
It has died,
And yet is living
With it's fade
It took your sin

Come, all you
So weak and weary!
All three of these,
The trinity,
Will come into
Your life together
Give you eyes,
That you may see!

Yes, come, bring
All your broken places,
Your heart, or so
The Bible goes,
You'll find help
You will find healing

The Dove, The Lion,
and The ROSE.



SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/24/2017
Have a wonderful Sunday!

Today is my sister's
Anniversary. Married over
30 years! I'm going to be busy
Making their present, and going
To the party we arranged for
Them... I will try to read tonight.
Thanks for understanding!

♡♡ God bless! ♡♡
1.1k · Oct 2014
When Darkness Ruled
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
Once the darkness
Ruled the night.
You could not see
By candlelight.

Now the lights
Are bright...

They WIN!

But it's darker than
It's ever been.


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 2, 2014
The more chaos
The more darkened
Society becomes.

The only thing keeping
The wolf from our door
Is the fact that we have
Already let it in.
1.1k · Jan 2015
what if...
SøułSurvivør Jan 2015
~~~^♥^~~~

sidewalks were a rainbow
butterflies were grey
the sun was filled with darkness
the moon lit up the day...

the seas were full of concrete
buildings made of salt
right was always welcome
wrong was still a fault...

birds flew away backwards
roots grew up like trees
leaves and flowers never wilted
frogs swirrled in the breeze...

the rich lived in the hedgerows
poor people in a manor
war was never thought of
the white flag was a banner...

but I've never seen
these things before
nor tasted salty wine
'til i drank on my own tears
and knew you were not mine...

when these strange occurrences
are there for all to see
then i will receive your love
and you'll come back to me.


soulsurvivor
(c) january 26, 2015
~~~^♥^~~~

Thanks to Poetic T for the inspiration

~~~^♥^~~~
1.1k · May 2015
gong
SøułSurvivør May 2015
---

hollow
"truth"
is
the
church
bell
of

LIES


soulsur­vivor
(C) 5/31/2015
Beware the man with
love on his tounge

AND AVARICE IN HIS EYES

Inspired by
"EARLY MORNING GOSPEL PREACHER"
by Joe Malgeri

---
1.1k · Mar 2017
A Poem for KIRSTIE ALLEY
SøułSurvivør Mar 2017
Look, there goes the Alley cat
Hear her strangled meowing
It don't beguile, for it is vile
Much like a sewer flowing

Ladies of the evening
Women of the street
Would blush and be embarrassed
To hear such trick or treat!
I'm upset, cuz I don't get
How that foul mouth can EAT!

But there's a strange compulsion
Which comes like a deluge
Her smiles gay, but don't defray
The Battle of the BULGE

Like felines she vocalizes,
Is her life like that?
If she's raw, and long of claw,
Is she like a cat?

How far will she let you?
How far will she GO?
Perhaps she battles demons
No-one else can KNOW

Myself, I can't condemn her
She had substance abuse
But she's not free, cuz she can't see
That SCINO'S not the TRUTH!

And she's a Public Figure!
Little girls look up to her!
She doesn't seem to know this
Did it not occur?

She cusses like longshoremen
Refuses to see
That she's made a grave mistake
In Scientology.

Does she believe they're helping?
This Science of the Mind?
Lord above! If she does
Then she's completely BLIND!

You're responsible, my lady.
Do you know that you teach?
The modern young, and they become
The little slaves you PREACH!


Miscavige isn't awesome
Scientology's NOT "COOL".
It's wicked beyond belief!
You're being played the FOOL!

Whatcha gonna do, girl?
You're an ingenue no more.
Do you doubt? Gigs DO RUN OUT
Will you play the *****?

"Ah, NO!" You may be thinking
From my stance I shant tumult!
A cow, I'll graze, I'll be unfazed!
There's always the CULT!

But, dear, a storm's a'brewin
A tsunami of greatsize
They pamper you and praise you
But it's a web of LIES!

What will you do when flooded?
Will you weep and cower?
David's boat won't stay afloat!
It ain't no IVORY TOWER!

Baby, don't you get it?
Or are you just that THICK?
You will die, and then you'll FRY
A moth unto a WICK.

God has a sense of humor
Yep. He surely DOES!
AND YOU WON'T BE PROTECTED.
He don't help folks "just because...

My advice? For what it's worth?
I'll put in my two cents.
Leave that God forsaken CULT!
GET HUMBLE AND REPENT!!!

Sugar, whatcha stay there for?
Their ratings goin' SOUTH
Just believe and you'll receive...

Then, clean up your MOUTH!


Catherine Jarvis
aka SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/20/2017
Kirstie. I don't judge nor condemn you.
But there ARE a LOT of folks who think

YOU NEED TO CLEAN UP YOUR ACT.

You're promoting the most destructive Cult
IN HUMAN HISTORY. TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!

So. You're OT VII. SO WHAT?
How're you feeling INSIDE?

DON'T LISTEN TO THAT LITTLE MAGGOT.

YOU ARE ON THE WRONG SIDE!
1.1k · Jun 2015
bright bird
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
~~~^€^~~~

thought i saw
a bird on high
all glory in his bright array
he didn't stop
i had to sigh
i will not be a friend today

many's the time
that he would land
brilliant plumage on the wing
perch there boldly
on my hand
such a strange resplendant thing

peacock blue streaks
'round the eyes
breast as red as sealing wax
wings like
orange leaves i prized
and pressed in books
in mem'rys cracks

he would warm me
with his breath
with wings to flap
and feathers fan
now he leaves me to my death
i only a small woman

so now he's but
a memory
likened to remembered dream
now a part of history
I can't recall his song
his gleam

all about me
darkness falls
it's a black and dreary day
his beautiful eyes
i can't recall
and so
the bright bird

flew away


soulsurvivor
(c) 6/17/2015
Memorial to a Love

~~~^€^~~~
1.1k · Mar 2014
Acceptance and Forgiveness
SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
I am burning inside.
My anger is a tiger,
A tiger burning in the forest
Of the night... dark as
Aged blood on a
Midnight shroud.

I must accept the truth of
My life. And find complete
Forgiveness for those who
Have done their level best
To destroy it.

The ones who have taken
The blood from my veins
And ripped out my heart.
Who killed my dreams
Now, once again, stillborn
In my arms.

I won't allow self pity to
Replace that sweet child.
A poison changeling
To suckle my bossom
And bite the ******.

I'm angry.
But it could be worse.

I could have a
Body wracked with cancer.

I could have been born
In a body stunted and
Wizened... with a
Conciousness to
Understand my
Predicament...
A quadrepalegic.

I could have been born
In a sewer in Calcutta.

From dawn of day
Til day's begun
Count your blessings

One

By

One.

One day
forgiveness
Will come.
I will not reveal what is behind this angst. I don't want to talk about satan and his works. I have a great and lovely God. I want to give Him the glory. He could change my current situation. Turn it on a dime. I choose to have faith that He will do that.
1.1k · Jul 2015
finders keepers
SøułSurvivør Jul 2015
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@@
@@ you @@
@@ trew out @@
@@ his heart like @@
@@ a stone clogging your @@
@@ green field of dreams @@
@@ i found it cracked open on @@
@@ my yellow brick road @@
@@ wouldn't you know @@
@@ it was an amethyst @@
@@ GEODE @@
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SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/21/2015
1.1k · Feb 2016
Small But Mighty
SøułSurvivør Feb 2016
Small but mighty is the tounge
It gets a lot of use
To us writers it's the PEN
And equal in abuse.

We have a bridle for a horse
Which can turn the beast around
A great ship has a rudder
Small, as it is found.

Thus can tounge and pen be made
The turn, the helm, ye scribes!
It can bless. It can destroy.
IT CAN RUIN LIVES!

What separates the poet
From those people who abuse
Their "God given right to free speech"
This should NOT be news

The difference is quite evident
When you take the facts apart
One uses pens to lacerate

The true poet has a HEART.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/24/2016
'Nuf said.
1.1k · May 2015
epiphany
SøułSurvivør May 2015
---

i was sitting out
on the porch
of our old historic
home this morning

the beauty of
the desert all around me

birds were making
their early waking
shower songs
the sun having just
arrived in from
the east

the temperature
is perfect
all is right with
the world

right?

WRONG

i was obsessing
about a relationship

i've just had a
breakup

i was thinking
over and over again
about what HE had done

my parents are ill
i was obsessing about that

i am ill
that took a huge part
of my attention

how many times
have i done this?
burned a wide swath
through my
neuropathways
OBSESSING

not on good things

on the
BAD

we always complain
about the way we
ALWAYS
remember
the bad stuff

is this not
what we
OBSESS OVER
?

OUR
NEUROPATHWAYS
ARE SEARED
BY THE

NEGATIVE!!!

and so often we
take the positive

FOR GRANTED


honestly

how much
mental air time
do we give

a glorious sunset
a great time at the beach
a walk in the rain
a lovely flower

A BEAUTIFUL MORNING
?

our brains get
wired
for the
negative

right then and there
i started to
THANK GOD
for the beauty around me

i started to
notice things

a flower that was just opening
the exact color of
the pearleceant sky
(a kind of peachy lavender)

a silly
coyote
his coat
russet and shining
heading down
the alleyways!

IF I'D BEEN
OBSESSING OVER THE PAST
I GUARANTEE
I WOULD NEVER
HAVE
NOTICED

HIM!

i had to smile

and smiling is something
i have not done

IN A LONG TIME

♡♥♡

Catherine
Don't let the negative
burn a pathway
through your
neurotransmittors
on its way to your
SOUL
and into your
SPIRIT

NOTICE SOMETHING
BEAUTIFUL
TODAY
1.1k · Oct 2014
gibbous
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
moon
egg erupted
the sky's skin
the placenta a
high cloud
sheath

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
'"'"',,,,,""""
""""""""
'"'"'
­

too much light
for stars
the city's noise
drowning out the
music of the spheres

i wonder what
astrononomical
events we are missing

perhaps the
big dipper is
pouring heavenly water upon
the horsehead nebula

or orion
is touching
the cracking
moon
with
his

toe


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 6, 2014
I don't know where this
Came from
I'm up late again
1.1k · Apr 2017
mosquito poetry
SøułSurvivør Apr 2017
\/
>a<
>>>>>>>        tiny        <<<<<<<
>>>>>>>>>>>  creature  <<<<<<<<<<<
B
I
T
E
S
\/

**SO HARD!
Thank God I live where it's DRY!
Don't get too many mosquitoes here
We made sure all our neighbours know
my mom had contracted the
West Nile virus!
They know not to leave
standing water around
SøułSurvivør Mar 2017
A Story of Scientology and the
Mental Health System Connection


What you are about to read *will
shock you. Some may find it extremely disturbing. I will tell you from the outset, also, that i am quite "insane". According to the psychiatrists "******-Affective". Manic-Depressive with Paranoid features.
I will freely admit that what you will read here will sound crazy. But please read on. It may be horrifying. It may be weird. It may seem extremely paranoid. But it still interests.

It is my desperate hope that you will read. And believe me. For, my "diagnosis" notwithstanding, I am as sane as the next "normal" person. I AM NOT A LUNATIC! What you are about to read really happened. To ME. It has plot twisting tension that could be put to the credit of Alfred Hitchcock. And a psychological horror that Steven King could emulate. How could I compare my writing to the genius of those great & talented men? I don't. Because, dear readers, I did not conceive of it. It was done to me. I merely convey the technology and techniques used to make any "normal person" appear a ****** Toon of 50 mile high proportions! It exists. And it is excruciatingly painful to be the subject of it.

So why would a girl from a comparatively small city, with no seeming accomplishments to commend her, and is actually quite unimportant, be the subject of such hateful torment? What has she done? I will convey ALL of the reasons. I did play a part in it. I had a tri-fold lawsuit against a once-high-profile video dating club, who wanted to prevent litigation by thoroughly discrediting me. And I had a very virulent and hateful foe...

*The "Church" of SCIENTOLOGY.
I've decided to present my story on social media. There is NO TIME TO WASTE. There are hundreds, perhaps THOUSANDS of perfectly SANE people in the mental health system, perhaps in hospitals... even PRISONS for the CRIMINALLY INSANE who need for this story to GET OUT.

I'm probably throwing myself under the bus. I don't CARE. THE PEOPLE NEED ME. AND THEY NEED Y O U.

SHARE THIS. REPOST IT. RETWEET IT.
IT NEEDS TO GO V I R A L!!!

You will see before and after targeting photos of me on Twitter and Facebook.  The names I go by are SoulSurvivor II and Cathy Jarvis respectively.

I'm sorry,  but I must be working on this 24/7. I have no time to read or write poetry.  It is SO IMPORTANT that I get this done quickly. The "Powers That Be" WILL want to silence me. I want it DONE before that happens. Thanks for understanding!

♡♡♡ I LOVE YOU! ♡♡♡

Sincerely
Catherine Jarvis
1.1k · Feb 7
Alabaster arms
smooth
as marble
strangely warm
are her
alabaster arms

benieth
long bangs
a curve of grace
is her
piquant little
face

a waif-like
gamen little thing
she is a fairie
with no wings

a smudge
of feathers round
her head
she lies on tile

almost
dead

the world saw
her wounds and scars
but we don't
care unless they're

OURS


now her
pain is
in the
past

now
she
has
her
wings
at
last




(c) SoulSurvivor Aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
1.1k · Jul 2016
Use Your Wits!
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
A warm and awesome sunny day
In the Southwest town
Of Tucson Arizona
Buy your dreams a dollar down

Kim & me were walking slow
Down Broadway Boulevard
We had a silly argument
And Kim let down her guard

She was just 14 years old
I was sweet sixteen
She was a pretty black girl
In a t-shirt and blue jeans

Our tiff got fairly vocal
We were both strong willed
A predator saw our antics
And moved in for the ****

We fought a bit and then we split
Kim went toward the mall
The monster drove by in his van
Gave Kimberly a call

Foolish girl! She bought his ploy!
He lured and she got IN!
His vehicle was shabby
He was short & thin

I saw the scene as it went down
And though my anger burned
I loved the little miscreant
And I was concerned

So I headed eastward
Towards the way she'd went
I was scared by this time
I wanted to repent

Then all of a sudden
The van! It had come back!
The thin dude called me over
Said his name was Jack

"I saw Kim," the thin man said,
"She is sure upset
She's forgiven you the fight
She wants to forget

She wanted me to let you know
She's waiting in the court
I am a good friend of hers...
C'mon. Let's make this short

This is a pretty busy street
Won't you please get in?
I promise I won't hurt you
I am just a friend"

Well. Though it was snarky
I bought the malarkey
And in that van I slid
I was just a foolish teen
So I did as was bid!

Now. I was in a pretty dress
Of colored floral print
But it was pure. It was demure
It was innocent!

But that scurrilous letcher
Looked me up and down
I was young, but wasn't dumb
His inspection made me frown

"What's that face?" The **** asked
"Won't you come and play?
I have a matress in the back
And come to that I'll pay!"

"YOU'RE NOT FRIEND OF KIMBERLY'S!!!
THAT WAS A BIG FAT LIE!!
COME NEAR ME, SKINNY MONSTER,
AND I'LL BOP YOU TO THE SKY!!!"


Well. That was a big mistake
He got furiously mad
I didn't know how mean he was
I didn't see how bad...

I didn't know he'd prowled the town
That he'd no regard for life
It should have come as no surprise
When he pulled a KNIFE!!!

He said, "Well now, pretty thing,
You'd best sing a new note.
You ain't tough. I've had enough!
I may just slit your throat!


Now. Believe me if you want to.
Disbelieve or not.
I was strong... and I got calm.
Gave the situation thought...

He thought I'd be frightened.
He thought I would cry.
But I had God's hand upon me
As I looked him in the eye

"I'll do what you want, friend,
Yep. I been around.
I'll do whatever you may want,
Just put that **** knife DOWN.

Shaking with desire
The creep was spineless squid
He looked me up and down again
And did as he was bid!!!

Now, the handle of the door
Was broken off inside
But the window wing was open
Yep... the wing was open wide!

He'd set the knife between us
I had no time to think
I grabbed that knife and threw it out!
Quicker than a wink!


A comedic look of Horror
Spread over that man's face
I looked him in the eyes again
I gave that man no Grace!

He thought I would just slap him
But I did this instead
I turned my back onto the door
And KICKED HIM IN THE HEAD!!!

"Now we are on even terms!!!"
I screamed with all my might!!!
" I dated a black belt...
AND I KNOW HOW TO FIGHT!!!"


I'll bet that man was wondering
How it all began
He knew I didn't mess around
And in the end he RAN!!!

I got out his side of the van
I tell you no lie
As I walked towards the mall
I broke down and cried!

A sweet elderly couple
Had heard me and my screams
They helped me to a phonebooth
And soothed me in their arms

The police came very quickly
And they were sure impressed
They said they'd been looking for the guy
But they had no address

I'd taken down his license plate
After I broke his chops
I pulled it out of my small purse
And gave it to the cops

They said I was a hero
To have it end that way
Then there were reporters
It was in the Star the next day.

How a little teenager
Had beaten an armed man
They apprehended the miscreant
I guess that's out his plan

You may find this incredible.
You may find this odd.
My courage had a higher source

a great and loving GOD.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/4/2016
This is a true story. It made the paper the next day. Arizona Daily Star in 1973. They chided me about getting in that van. But the way I got out of the situation by the seat of my pants and my wits impressed them. Don't be afraid to fight! But use your head first!

Kimberly had gotten out of the situation unscathed also... At that point he had left the window the van open and she jumped out of it! LOL!

Thanks for reading this long story. And always remember, if you are a teenager (and even if you're not), to be very wary of strangers. This internet can also harbor horrible people. So BE CAREFUL!
1.1k · Jul 2016
night light
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
~~<♢>~~


hold my countenance
O breath of night
for you have
a rival
light

for my face shines
with muted beam
from my lit

computer screen!



SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/28/2016
Upon seeing my face in the window lit up by my iPhone

LOL! :]
1.1k · Oct 2014
deep
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
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if water finds its
DEPTH
i want to be
where
the
WHALES
SWIM!


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soulsurvivor
I have an affinity
For these creatures

They are huge
Yet gentle
And their
SONGS
are
AWESOME
1.1k · Sep 2014
The Quilt of Many Colors
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Please see the main photo
on my site before you read this
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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She could have been a Cherokee
She could have been a slave
They could have sold her life away
Before her early grave.
~~~~
She could have been
a poor man's wife
She could be very famous
For being an entertainer
Or she could be nameless

-------
Who is this woman, Catherine?
Is it someone who you know?
Is this from a photograph?
We really must know more!

~~~~
The answer's very simple.
She lives in my mind.
I put my pen to paper
And I just designed.
-------
I believe the lady
I've drawn upon this page
Is the very image of *woman

The quintessential sage.
~~~~
The quilt of many colors
That spreads behind her face
Is actually a *halo

Of light to give her grace

------
So don't make assumption
When a different race you see
This drawing's of an angel

JUST LIKE YOU AND ME.

{}{}{}{}>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>{}{}{}{}

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 14, 2014
I'm French Canadian and Creole.
My great great grandmother
Was an Ottawa indigenous person.
The color of my skin
DOES NOT DEFINE WHO I AM.
Nor does my gender.
When we cut ourselves,
what color comes out?

THANK YOU.
1.1k · Feb 2017
SCIENTOLOGY GENESIS
SøułSurvivør Feb 2017
Here's their "knowledge"
Here's the scoop
NOT scuttlebutt... the REAL ****!
Be ye Popeye or Betty Boop
They will draw you in their loop...

This rope will hold you... it ain't loose
You will find it is a NOOSE.

This is interesting to read
Though it's crazy... that's agreed
You'll think these people smokin' ****!

In the beginning there were some thetans
(Interesting that rhymes with SATAN)

They were bored with all the waiting

They were bored. Nothing to do.
These thetans could be me or you
Then... VIOLA... right on cue...
Here's an idea! The other shoe!

YES! Let's PLAY! We'll play a GAME!
It will be FUN! IT HAS A NAME!

M atter. E nergy. S pace. T ime.
The MEST universe! How sublime!
To find it's secrets will cost no dime
But thousands of BUCKS!
Should be a CRIME.

So these thetans all AGREE.
IT WAS THAT AGREEMENT, you see.
The M. E. S. T. Universe. (Smokin' TREE?
Was Ronnie Hubbard on LSD?)

We were AGREED you & me
That this game would then just BE.

Dynamite brains blow off my HAT?
It don't need no S.A.T.
My mind needs no extra watts
To figure out the problem with THAT.

Can you think of ANY COUPLE
Whether married for 60 years
WHO AGREE ON EVERYTHING???

RIDICULOUS.


So there you have it.
Their Genesis
I'll bring you more.
There's quite a list.
But I think you have the gist.

SCIENCE FICTION!!!
Not M. E. S. T. but MISSED!

Catherine E Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/23/2017
This is the second in my series on
The "Church" of Scientology.

I was a member. Actually on staff.
Recruited at the age of 17
(a KID... what did I know?)
It was a descision that would, eventually,
almost RUIN MY LIFE!

Therefore I'm WARNING PEOPLE.

-
1.1k · Mar 2022
House On Fire
SøułSurvivør Mar 2022
I had a horrifying dream
Of a house that caught on fire
Our old house in the foothills
Became a blazing pyre.

It was an Old Ranch House
Sitting on a hill
We had sold it years ago
But I dreamt we lived there still

Spontaneous combustion
Is what it seemed at at first
But now I know it's arson
Evil at its worst!

The Flames burnt My belongings
It wrapped around my things
Especially my artwork
Tied with fire string

Now the house was not consumed
It was left intact
But my things were all destroyed
All the mirrors cracked.

It was put out with hoses
Of the garden type
But no one saved what I held dear
So it cremated my life.

But behind the house there was a cave
The Flames still Wild and Free
No water could quench it
It burns eternally.

There are some who are reading this
Give the devil his due
Could that fire be for me?

Or could it be for YOU?


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022



Biblical meaning of fire in a dream. To dream of a house being on fire represents feelings of powerlessness to stop some area of your life from being lost for good. It may also reflect angry destructive intentions or intentional harm that can’t be stopped

Some will not understand the meaning of this poem. But there are those who will. What you didn't count on was the Lord Jesus Christ. He can turn anything around. Flip the script. But even if he doesn't I will be content in any situation that I'm in. My life is not in this world but the next. Have your fun in this world my friends. It's the only joy you'll have for all eternity.
1.1k · Jul 2015
moon winds
SøułSurvivør Jul 2015
""""'@,,,,,,,,


branches slough the
skin from the moon to be borne
aloft like leaves... gone


haiku
soulsurvivor
(c) 7/30/2015
I've been rather melancholy lately.
sorry it's taking me so long to read....

"""@,,,,,
1.1k · Sep 2014
Triptych [10W Poems]
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
{1}
Walking slowly into
LOVE
is better than
running into
HEARTBREAK

{2}
poetry
not only
moulds the mind
it sculpts the
SOUL

{3}
The
universal
icebreaker
for any
conversation
is always
the
WEATHER


10W
SoulSurvivor
(C) Catherine Jarvis
1.1k · Mar 2022
Horizon
SøułSurvivør Mar 2022
Seagulls weave oft with
A shuttle of pewter mist
Warp and weft cyan yarn


SoulSurvivor
Write of Passage
2022
1.1k · Jun 2016
Xylophone
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
I have a rusty xylophone
A rib cage of dusty bone
I play on it all alone
Waiting by the telephone

I play on it with an art
I play on it like I'm smart
I play till it's torn apart

Maybe then I'll find my heart.
Inspired by Papaya's "Iron Cage Birdhouse"
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
~~~


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


~~~
A true JOY working with Frank.
He gave her the final SAY!  Lol!
1.1k · Nov 2014
human
SøułSurvivør Nov 2014
i have
been thru some
things visceral

i am broken
but not
beaten

i have
just been shown
that i am

H U M A N


soulsurvivor
I didn't really know how
many people
look up to me here.

I'm experiencing a little bit of
a down time.
But I am not giving up.

Thank you all for sharing your
Compassion with me
I'll be back soon.
Remember that I am
A human being with the same
Problems we all face.
I am facing each one
Head on
It isn't easy
Please bear with me
1.1k · May 2015
answered prayer
SøułSurvivør May 2015
~~~<♡>~~~

humble
yourself
to
the
Lord
and
then
NOTHING
IS
IMPOSSIBL­E


10W
soulsurvivor
We had no cooler.
It gets to be 115 degrees
in Tucson in the summer.
The company that came out
to fix it said that it was
beyond repair.
That we'd have to look into getting
our complete electrical system
replaced along with the cooler.
(we live in a historic home
built in 1907... the electrical
systems were put in in 1920
and have not been renovated since)

A fire trap you may say.
And an insoluble problem.

We had a master electrician who
happens to be a good friend.
The problem was fixed
within an hour.

We would have had to
leave our house and sell it at
a loss as a fix-er-upper.

OUR COOLER NOW WORKS
AND WE CAN STAY.
AND MY PARENTS CAN STAY ON
IN THEIR HOMESTEAD!

MY FATHER IS 90
AND THE MOVE WOULD HAVE
KILLED HIM.

PRAISE THE LORD!!!

~~~<♡>~~~
1.1k · Apr 2016
Blood From a Stone
SøułSurvivør Apr 2016
A marble Stone from the earth
Beautiful in every way to God
Found by those who labored odd
And thus rejected. Without worth

This very piece of quaried Rock
"Valueless" and thrown away
Is a Cornerstone unto this day
The most important building block

Blood weeps, as tears, within it's cracks
For it is built upon a hill
But the lost reject it still
Though in it's HEART there is no lack

Within that Heart there exist eyes
That see all the hardship, pain
But in most people there remains
The need to believe Deception's lies

There is a statue of a man
The King David by his name
Michelangelo of fame
Erected it, as in Rome planned

The block of marble used for him
Had what, for most, was fatal flaw
But the great sculptor did then draw
The greatest carving there's ever been

This marvel, crowds to awe and sway
Made by hands of a talented one
But God selected the Cornerstone
But it's still reviled and cast away

It is ever there, to accept and thus atone
For the nascient misdeeds of self
Indeed, more precious than great wealth
Is the cleansing blood from a Stone


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/16/2016
The marble blocks used for the Statue of David in Rome had a flaw in it. It was therefore rejected by many sculptors. But it was an excellent piece of marble. So Michelangelo worked around the flaw and thus created one of the most beautiful sculptures on earth.

The Stone I speak of in this poem
Is, of course, Jesus Christ.

This is a different rhyming scheme for me. I hope it came out alright...
1.1k · Apr 2016
epiphany
SøułSurvivør Apr 2016
~~~

you cannot give
that which you do not own

you cannot own
that which you have not

PAID FOR


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/17/2016
I want to read. Honestly. I have been trying but something always comes up which interrupts me. I couldn't figure out why this was. I thought I was letting a lot of people down. But God just revealed something to me. Part of the reason that I I'm on this site is to be a light to those who are not believers and do not understand why God does (or doesn't do) certain things. I want to give a reason for my faith in Him. But I haven't been studying my Bible and I haven't been praying as much as I should. I can't give away something I don't have. And the above is simply true.
Salvation was paid for by Jesus Christ. But unless you work for it you can't own wisdom. So I am going to be taking some time away from the site to study and pray.

I am very reluctant to do this. So many of you have been reading me so Faithfully. And I feel badly that I am not reciprocating. Please. Know that I love you. But I just can't be on site right now. thank you so much for your support. Just because I'm not reading doesn't mean I'm not praying for you. I'm thinking of you often. And when the Lord leads me to you I will be reading you as well. But it must be in his time. Take care and I will see you soon.

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1.1k · Aug 2015
road into the sun
SøułSurvivør Aug 2015
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the glowing iron wheel
had made its way
across the sky
crushing
everything
in its
path

i sit doubled over
my forehead
in rivulets
from the
furnaces
its passage
had stoked

clouds like
dusty dirt ruts
curving into
saguaro spiked
hills
to the west

crescent moon
a faint slice
like a
glowing
cattlebrand

the cicadas
still whirr
on
and
on
and
on


7 PM
and it is
still
98 degrees

and the
ghosts of
cowpokes
who
died the trails
still ride
their bony ponies
on their endless
road
into
the

sun


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/17/2015
but it's a dry heat
1.1k · Apr 2017
Dedication
SøułSurvivør Apr 2017
An Inca Dove flies to and fro
Landing graceful in my yard
Grist for any poet, bard
Her cooing soft and low.

Warm gray body, flash of wing
Whatever does she do?
I see her as her task ensues
She does a constant thing.

Back and forth the small bird flies
Of this I can attest
She pulls grass for her small nest
Right before my eyes!

I've been sitting here for hours
Thinking on my dreams
Lazily, or so it seems
For that bird builds her tower!

She goes by instinct, like the ant
Who burrows in the soil
Ever constant with her toil
'Til she would sit and pant!

While I do nothing in my seat
She flies away, and then
She comes for grasses yet again
Until her nest's complete!

Would that all the warring nations
Sit down to agree
To make the people warring-free
With such dedication!

Emulate the gentle dove
She slaves to rear her young
She works away and softly sung

Her song of purest LOVE.


SøułSurvivør
(C) 4/18/2017
1.1k · Dec 2015
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
1.1k · Nov 2015
retribution
SøułSurvivør Nov 2015
though the mills of God grind slowly
yet they grind exceeding small
though with patience
he stands waiting
with exactness grinds he all.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


for the wicked there's comeuppance
yes, for plagiarist and troll
it may not be in present tense
but evil has its toll

for the greedy human tyrant
for the fat politico
the rich are as a vagrant
trudging through the snow

******, Pol ***, Stalin
Napoleon's Waterloo
in disgrace and fallen
into hell's external stew

the world is a millstone
it grinds fine, or so it's said
born here crying and alone
finally we're dead

don't envy the deceiver
or those who perpetrate
they'll be the receiver
meet poetic Fate

God has a sense of humor
those who blot society
may end up with a tumor
in the end will not be free

those who think they're "first"?
pity the poor fools
they're actually cursed
to be the *devil's
tools

there's no skating through this life
they will all be doomed
the scepter is a poison knife
the coffer is a TOMB.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/23/2015
"Vengence is mine, sayeth the Lord.
I will repay."

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