It seems there is some infighting
On this site. I know who started
It, and I want him to please stop.

I had a horrible experience on my
Last site due to this sort of
Stuff. I unknowingly helped to
Contribute to this, as I thought
This person the VICTIM. He,
Apparently, is not.

I'm profoundly sorry
I ever got involved.

Sincerely
Catherine

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

doesn't
wade
in
strange
waters


[6W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/29/2015

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boxes of my poems

LOST

i still grieve.


♥ soulsurvivor

Here is another of my spoken word poems.
It was produced last year. The link is:

htps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=
rRXGks-0H9M

Hope you enjoy it!


Soul Survivor
Catherine Jarvis

The cake burned in the oven
The fridge broke down as well
The plumbing broke
& soaked the floor
This was the day from hell.

So much for cake & ice cream
So much for mopping up
I'm telling you, I have the flu
This day has been a flop!

Not gonna call a plumber
You know how $$$ goes
This happened on a Sunday
That's spendy doncha know!

I've HAIR that hurts, my buddy
I've such and aching head!
Is it a sin to just turn in?

I'll spend the day in bed!.

Catherine Jarvis
1/23/2020

Sometimes I am water
Sometimes I am ice
Sometimes I'm a vapor
Condensation on your face.

Sometimes I've the air truth
Sometimes I'm a liar
Sometimes I am of the earth
Sometimes of the fire

I am always fickle
An untruthful fact
I am a deluge trickle
I have a gauche man's tact

I have hideous beauty
You'll have no argument
To abandon me's a duty
I'm hell's firmament

You will always love me
A simply complex game
Becoming bound you will be free

Lucifer's my name.

by James M Vines*

I am weary from my journey
and the lights have grown dim
around me.
My cross is heavy and the
mountain is steep.
Often times I fall,
but only to my knees.
That is where the Lord catches me.
When I think i can go no further,
He takes my hand.
He tells me,

"Child, we walk together
down the straight and narrow path."

Though i bear the scars of
many battles, and there are a
few more I must fight,
I know that soon I will be
over the mountain into a land
of eternal light.
At the chilly banks of the Jordan,
that is where I will
put my cross down,
I will wade into the water and
come out to claim my crown.
In a new body free from sorrow,
I will walk straight and upright.
In the Lord's divine presence
I shall praise Him 10, 000 years
for taking the time
to be my guide.

Posted by SoulSurvivor
5/24/2015

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my dog is kinder
than most people

my cat too


SoulSurvivor

I will be off site most of the day. Your overwhelming responses to my poetry have so touched my heart! But I don't know how I'm going to respond to them all today. God willing I will be on the site tonight and tomorrow to read again. But today I have responsibilities I must take care of.

Thank you for your understanding and patience! I will be in touch tonight!

Blessings!
♡ Catherine

In a crucible we're placed
As gold with dross to spare
Placed upon a fervent flame
We are all heated there.

Through this hard and
Hellish trial
We melt down as the ore
Releasing our impurities
Our faults come to the fore.

All the greed and avarice
All coveting and lust
Hate and anger bubble up
All envy & mistrust.

Jealousy. All vanities.
Malice & disdain
We scream & shout
And writhe about
Grumble & complain.

God takes his refiner's scoop
Removes the crust and then
Leaves us on the furnace fire
And heats us up again!

As we release the
Dirt and grout
There is a peace that's found
We find our comforter in Him
And we quiet down.

Still we have the impure thought
We are not worry free
We have a sort of "holy" pride
Religiosity.

Finally, this scraped away
There's NOTHING left. No trace
God looks into the shining gold
And sees His very face!

How glorious, the finished gold!
How beautiful the ore!
It's set in wondrous majesty

To shine forevermore
.

---


I have a backlog of reading...

I now have time to read...

I really want to read...



*MY PHONE IS MESSING UP!!!

Rolled on the tounge
The seed we swallowed
From Earth
Was ground by futile teeth
The vacuum of our mouths
Chewed consigning
Our births
To our legacies.

Eat it and you will taste
The GMO wax fruit
Plastic in the bowels of Poseidon
Grimy factories rotting
In the Chinese
Wastelands
Chernobyl of an
Economic
Meltdown.

Taste the dew
Black oil pushed
From the pores of
Nephilim.

Taste the rain
Corrosive acid
Which is an analyte
Immeasurable
No components
Could be
Its equal in
Nihilism
Bringing not
Chaos
But
Complete
Annihilation.

Persephone forever in Hades
And a blasted Demeter.

THE END

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

All you people on the street
Going through hard times
You don't have enough to eat
You see, and yet you're blind

America, America 🇺🇸
Once beautiful and strong
America, America
What is going wrong?

All you people filled with fear
Stricken by disease
You're now aware.it is clear
You're dying by degrees.

America, America 🇺🇸
Don't you know you're ruled?
America, America
You're vaccinated fools

On your dark and dangerous trip
You try to find a way
But your golden crown has slipped
It's time for you to pray!

America, America 🇺🇸
You have lost your might
America, America
You had better fight!

With your nostalgic memories
You live in the past
Your great time is history
You knew is couldn't last.

America, America 🇺🇸
How you loved your gold.
America, America
Now you're getting old.

America,  America 🇺🇸
You've gone to the left
America, America
You will be bereft.

America, America 🇺🇸
You have played the part
America, America
You have lost your heart.

America, America 🇺🇸
Don't you  know I live?
America, America
I can still forgive!

America, America 🇺🇸
Don't you think it's odd?
America, America
You must again seek God.


Write of Passage aka
SoulSurvivor
Written 2007
Rewritten 2022

Imagine a small grain of sand
Yes, from a sugar beach
Then expand a trillion times
The count is out of reach...

Father God has them numbered.

Then imagine, if you will
Galaxies with stars
And around them planets
More than Jupiter & Mars...

Father God has them named.

When you think of angels
Whatever do you see?
Little waif-like Cupids
Who look like you & me?
Or mighty warrior beings
Gigantic entities
With their feet on planet earth
Their crowns the nebulae!

Father God had them made.

Humans have an intellect
Some extraordinary
But do NOT know the ends of space
The depths the oceans carry...

Father God has them measured.

Could we speak into existence
A dolphin out to play?
Could we make a human body
From scratch our DNA?
Could we scribe a Holy Book
With PROPHECY? NO WAY!!

Father God created every cell, every jot & tittle.

Could a human be so beautiful
So Glorious and fair
That just to gaze upon them
Would vaporize us to air?
The Angels cannot gaze upon
This being Beyond Compare!!

If Glory was personified

OUR GOD WOULD BE THERE!!

Catherine Jarvis
12/8/2020

3 When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;

4 What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?

5 For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.

6 Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet

Psalm 8:3-6 KJV

I must away
In truth to rest
My eyesight fails
I must attest
I'm done with reading
And counting sheep...

I must away
And find some *sleep!

I'm not going to be
on the site any more today.

I can't go into what's up right now,
it's nothing really serious, so don't worry.
But good thoughts and prayers
are appreciated. Thanks!

♡ Catherine

Death comes a child
suckled on the breast.
A nightowl's call...
a weighted chest.

Death comes a jester.
How he cavorts!
Kings and Queens will
share his court.

They jeer his antics!
They do... for now.
But in the end

THEY ALL SHALL BOW.


SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/28/2017

Legs that didn't want to do anything
all day suddenly all ready to go...

... when your head hits the pillow.


20W
Soul Survivor

In another world, in another dream,
Things are very different,  they're not as they seem.

Your hand is your belly,  your foot is your head
Your eye is your heart, you're voice is a slap instead.

Angels, they surround you, devils in the hills
Wolves are at your bedside, dancing at your will.

It is su-per-nat-ural, it is a mangy beast
You just go and cast your spells
I don't care in the least,

It's su-per-nat-ural,  it's a flame, a fire
It's a bush never consumed,
A blaze that's climbing higher.

Nothing is as fiction, nothing is as fact
Nothing you can say out loud
Nothing to retract

Naught you need to verify, nothing you can see
It's the spirit, it don't lie,
It's the soul in me.


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
  And were the skies of parchment made;
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
  And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
  Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
  Though stretched from sky to sky.

"The Love of God"
This is the last stanza of the old hymn. It was said to be written on the wall of an asylum. But the author is unknown.

I'm so sorry folks!
At one time I had an idea.
I was going to have T shirts
Made up with poet names
On as the leaves of the tree.
It's a fantastic idea. But I simply
Can't afford to have the T shirts
Printed at this time. My mom
Has some special needs.

Again, I do apologize!

If you have any questions contact me
Via the site message system.

Thank you!

Catherine

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<●>  <●>

When looking in a lover's eyes,
All are foolish, none are wise
None can hide, there's no disguise
No room for sophestry or lies

The iris is a limpid pool
Making Eros loose his cool
Cupid launches ships of fools
The pupil grows dark and full

We fit, baby, hand in glove
There's no hiding
The Eyes of love

The apple of the eye is dark
Cupid's arrow meets it's mark
Morning light can be so stark
When nightingale becomes the lark

We know that sanity is over
When we stop running for cover
Let the rain fall! Four leaf clover
All the world loves a lover!

Our amour is from above
There's no hiding
The eyes of love



SøułSurvivør
(C) 9/2017

all systems down.
this plane will have to fly itself.