Could racial tension be more soft?
Could the heavy fast more oft?
Could we feed the poor to eat less?
Could Wall Street be more generous?
Does Hollywood need humility?
Could the prisoners be set free?
Could we be thrifty? Leave our stuff?
Leave our Lexus... take the bus?
Does not healing sway at least?
Could we end war... at last have peace?
Could we throw in the boxing glove?
Leave hatred be to find true love?

Jesus went alone to pray
We could sure use this today.
We would leave iniquity
The deaf would hear. The blind would see.

Maybe we'd leave pain and strife
Maybe have eternal life
This world NEEDS JESUS CHRIST!


SoulSurvivor
aka
Write of Passage
2021

He Po(ker) is a joker.
This card game is a waste.
How, I pray, can we all play
When we can't CUT and PASTE?

The humming of a forest glade
The bumbling of bees,
The place you stop
To take your shade
Beneath the ancient trees

In the vapors of the seas
As they caress your face
In monkeys on a vine trapeze
In a gazelle's grace

There, then gone
Without a trace
God's in flakes of snow
Glistening like tiny lace
They collect in floes

God's in the meercat's
Funny show
In otters having fun
In their holes the
Snowhares go!
Lizards seek the sun

God is in...

The wildflowers won
By maidens in the field
He's in the soldiers
With their guns
Who make the foe to yield...

But God is NOT
The cause of war
As many claim to say.
He is NOT religious "score"
He wants us to PRAY.

That our leaders
THINK and STAY
Their armory to CEASE
He HATES those
Who in their way
Destroy our Planet's PEACE.

So let's give God
A break at least!
He loves us!
Have you heard?
He wishes LOVE
To flow... INCREASE!
Our ***** we must gird

God's in ALL CREATION.
Sublime to the absurd
He wants PEACE for Nations

IT SAYS SO IN HIS WORD.


Catherine Jarvis
(C) 3/30/2019

Once upon a time
In a land so far away
There was a wretched kingdom
Were a vampire held sway

He was very ancient
Handsome as a knave
Dressed in black and silken garb
Was said to be quite brave

But such a cruel creature
He devoured the towns
The soldiers were all petrified
Would not defend the crown

So the King of the castle
Searched both far and wide
For mighty men of valor
To defend the countryside

Finally up north
He found a daring band
Of golden headed Vikings
To defend his failing land

The company of Norsemen
Could not be laidback
They rallied their army
And decided to attack!

They put no garlic round their necks
No ash stakes did they carry
They knew not the vampire ways
And so they were not wary

But oh! What valiant men!
They made quite a sight!
Scaling the vampiric castle walls -
IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT!

The vampire, Vlad the terrible,
Made a crimson flood
Destroyed every one of them
And feasted on their blood!

It was before morning
The darkest witching hour
Vlad finished dispatching them
His countenance was dour

Then a light came streaking
From the pitch black sky -
It was a Valkyrie!
She made a fearsome cry!

"You! Vlad the terrible!"
The ghoul looked up, aghast!
"You feasted on my Norsemen -
But I am here at LAST!!!"

The mighty female warrior
Shook back her golden mane
"You've killed many villagers
But won't do it AGAIN!!!"

The brilliant armored woman
Faced off the evil lord
He laughed, "You cannot slay me!
No! Not with that sword!"

"And for all your armor
What do you suppose?
Your sweet delicious throat
Is slender... and EXPOSED!!!

The Valkyrie laughed
She threw back her hair
She let fly her sword
It scissored through the air!!!

The dreaded Vlad was impaled
But NOT through his chest
Through his very garments
The great sword came to rest

To a TREE the monster stuck
Like a fly caught with a pin
He could not free himself!
And he saw the rising SUN!!!

He struggled against his cape
He'd have none of THAT!
But Vlad could not break the sword
So he became a bat!

Up he flew to escape his fate
But a ray of sun broke through
With an arc he burnt to spark
IT DESTROYED VLAD AS HE FLEW!!!

The Valkyrie, triumphant,
Cried out, "it is I!!!
For when there is a battle,
I decide who lives and dies!!!

I decide the outcome!
Tis not by happenstance...
Won't see you in Valhalla
You never had a chance!!!

So ended the battle
The Valkyrie WON.
The outcome was decided...

...Before it was begun!!!


Write of Passage aka
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
2017
© Mar

Look at the dancing dragon
He puts on quite a show
He lifts up high into the air
As the wind begins to blow.
A wind of change is whipping
Round & round it goes
As it becomes a hurricane
Or an EF5 tor-na-do.

China's at the wall, my friend.
To scale like a flood
Question why their banners fly
Red as flowing blood.
Red, with pretty little stars
A fallen angel brood
They will come a-marchin'
We'll be DONE for GOOD.

Ever wonder why, ye fools
They buy up to the south?
You don't hear THAT on the news
But it is TRUE, by oath!
The dragon's near. Yep. It's HERE.
WE ARE IN IT'S MOUTH.

They don't NEED to buy US.
Think not? You'll find you're WRONG.
They have surely purchased us
And did so for a song.
They don't NEED to fight a war...
It already could be WON.
The Chinese have not marched without
They've conquered from WITHIN.

What will happen to U.S.
Only God can tell.
But the Red Chinese are waiting...

AT THE GATES OF HELL.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
11/8/2020

There's a virus we all love
It's last name is 19
It has a "cure"! That's for sure!
The best there's ever been!
Honest! We would never lie!
We're first on the scene
All we do can cure you
Tho it is all a screen
You know why, 🃏🃏eye to eye
You are suckered for the green!
Our right hand holds attention
The left hand is unseen🪄🃏

CHORUS:
Give us your arm!
We'll do the hokey pocky!
It works 💪 like a charm!
Let's do the hokey Pocky!
No cause for alarm
Doing the hocky pokey!
We mean you no harm
'Til you've bought the farm
We'll do the hocky pokey!

Put your right arm in
(Doin' the hocky pokey)
Put your right arm out
(Doin' the hocky pokey)
You shake hands all about
You do the hocky pokey
And you're sickness all around...

THAT'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT!!!


Catherine Jarvis
2024

How much worth
is in Corrosion
From the Bottom
Of the ocean?
What's the cost
Of rusted change
From a land
Or world estranged?
Can you buy
The endless sky
From very limited amount?
Can you tap out
A fountains water
From a cracked
And useless font?
Such are riches
of this world!
Pennies to
Dry fountains hurled!
The gold is as
common pavement!
Earth's wealth
Bringing on bereavement!
So forget the riches
Which are here
Let me state this
Loud and clear...
Seek out a wealth
Gained by love
You'll have rare gems
From up above!
Where gold IS pavement!
Yes! It's true!!
And heaven's gems
Will come to YOU!!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

My feet are shod in molded clay,
My legs wear tattered gowns.
My arms wear green, torn and frayed,
My head a golden crown.

The roots of flowers twine my toes,
A serpent guards an tongue.
I am a maid with many woes,
I'm neither old nor young.

Gravity doth hold me fast,
The dragon in his lair,
I am mortal... yes! Alas!
I long to fly through air!

Looking up to silken skies
Stitched by silver birds,
I hope, I pray, I soon will rise,
That my song is heard!

Free me from this weighted earth!
A wing'd horse to become,
I'll fly this light filled universe
The harp of stars to strum.

Off to the constellations,
I'll forget the place I've knelt,
I'll sip from the Big Dipper
And cinch Orion's Belt


SoulSurvivor
aka Write of Passage
2022

There's no reason
To suffer loss.
Jesus died at such a cost.
Go to His feet
Upon the cross
Be refined.
Remove the dross.
Though by the waves
You're turned & tossed
It is horrendous
To be lost.

You endure and wonder why.
You suffer storms
And glowering skies
You see your loved ones
Leave & die.
You think you're free...
It's all a LIE
All the while
You weep & cry
Life is short
It's just a sigh...

Why have this hardship
All for naught?
Things aren't pointless
As you're taught!
Try to give this
Poem thought...

If you're born of God
You have a choice
Hear this message!
Hear my voice!
Forsake transgression
Every vice
You may want to
Read this twice.

We're beset by enemies
Who will do
Just as they please
We may burn
We may freeze
We may get sick
To cough & wheeze
We are beset
By some disease
But there's a mindset

And it FREES!

I'm talking now
To those elect
I hope it is
Of some effect
It will help in all respects!
Satan's power is inept!
You are GOD'S
And you are kept.

If you are His
You are His prize!
Don't listen to
All Satan's lies
Be circumspect
Be ye wise
Know God's power
Sanctifies

You will endure
All kinds of trials
Burning flames
High & wild!
God's not always
Soft & mild
He will chastise
A wayward child!

For that furnace
Burning flames
Burns the dross from
Those ashamed
This is no joke!
It's not a game!
You have God's calling...
BLESS HIS NAME!

He will heat you
Young or old
He will heat you
Weak or bold
He will refine you
Just like gold.

But there's a purpose
To the pain
To this fate we are constrained
So our love cannot be feigned!

But

He catches tears
Which fall like rain...

Of this fact you can be sure.
It will help you to endure.
He wants His Bride
To be pure.

When he sees
Your metal shine
Pure of body... Pure of mind
And to your mirror
He's inclined

He will see your
Beauty. Grace.
Because He'll see

HIS PERFECT FACE.



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine Jarvis
(C) 7/31/2017
I have been doing a Bible study with a dear friend and sister in Christ. Because I have been enduring so many trials, we've been studying Romans 8. And many other scriptures, too many to mention here. But the study has been all about why Christians have to endure such suffering. This world, when it fell, became cursed. Everything changed. Adam had to work the soil by the sweat of his brow, and Eve had to give birth with much pain and hardship. The ground was cursed. Evil things came on to the world. And evil men and women. There is no avoidance of this fact. One must face it. But facing it with joy is a completely different thing. There is only one way to be joyful in this life while facing great hardship. God. The Father Son and the Holy Spirit. Jesus sent a comforter to help us through the agony of life. The Holy Spirit also bestows wisdom so we can sometimes avoid some of the pitfalls that may beset us.  The Holy Spirit knows all things. So you can have words of knowledge. I have experienced this. I've known things that there was no way I could have even extrapolated them. I don't know if there is this certain power that Satan can give people too. I imagine so since he can approximate everything God does. But there is a huge difference between divination and words of knowledge. Anyway, back to my point. The Holy Spirit also comforts. If you keep your eyes on God, Jesus, as you're going about your day, facing the struggles that you have head on, you will find that the tasks you have and all the insults to your Humanity will be unable to distress you. You will find patience in all things. And you will find joy and peace. if you lean on God and do everything unto Him, you will be much happier!

It's the difference between passing a kidney stone and birthing a baby. When your time of pain and sorrow is done, you have something to be joyous about! It's the difference between hard labor doing a senseless task and building a bridge. You have hope and joy of the other side of that construct! And what is the other side of the bridge for us believers? Heaven. And the Glorious Prospect of being with Jesus for all eternity. Having glorified bodies that will never get sick or be in pain. We will never grow old and we will never cry. What a glorious thing! but my favorite Prospect is Jesus. I can hardly wait for his return! I just don't want to be embarrassed about my service here on Earth. I want to hear him say,

"Well done good and faithful servant!"

Amen? ...AMEN!!!

I just want to thank everybody who's been reading me. The response to my poetry has been awesome! I thank you all!

I'm going to be reading tonight, God willing.
May He bless you all until then

[song lyrics]

There's a lady with a cane
She broke her hip, now she is lame
Just a face - she has no name
To most all faces look the same
Nose in phones -
Playing their games
Vague indifference is to blame.

[Chorus]
Listen to what I have to say
It should be Christmas every day
The world can be bleak & gray
It should be Christmas every day

There's a boy sits on the stairs
He's in a gang & no one cares
Watches for the cops out there
So his homies sell their wares
A throwaway, he has no hope
He's already using dope
His only way to to deal & cope
He's going down a slippery *****.

[Chorus]

Humans all. They cry. They weep.
They bleed red, their souls they keep
They are lost - cast down sheep
They're in HELL - and they're in deep
All the time the talking heads
Laud celebrities instead
There is war. Much blood is shed.
Teenagers - they end up dead.

[Chorus]
Have you heard all this today?
Can you speak up? Can you pray?
Help this world find a way?

IT SHOULD BE
CHRISTMAS EVERY DAY!

[Bridge]
Can you hear the trumpet sound?
Lifting saints up off the ground!
They spoke out 'bout
What they found!
Now their joy will,
In strength, ABOUND!
JESUS! May His name resound!

Catherine Jarvis
(C)12/17/2019

we're all heros
      groveling in the dirt

   for masterpieces of

          barbed wire
wrought
                           lead and red glass
             comin' out

                     lookin' like a rose

          black & blue BEAUTIFUL.

You put on your makeup
And your plastic face
Your big wide smile
And your social grace
You gaze out at your
Penthouse view
You're primed and ready
It's all about you
As you don your full length mink
You look in the mirror
And tip a wink
You're Gucci dressed
And designer shod

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

Downstairs waits your limousine
Goin' to Tavern on the Green
You meet your hubby
Do what's "right"
You'll meet your boy toy
Late tonight
You order dinner
Such style! Such class!
Only the best wine
For your glass
Your "friends" all love you
You hobnob

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

You exit the restaurant
To go to a show
Hottest ticket
Don't you know
Your hubby smiles
'Cuz you're on his arm
You're the classiest dame in town!

A homeless woman asks for a dime
You say get a watch to determine the time
You've given to charity
Such a snob

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

The beggar woman asks again
Your rich hubby starts to grin
"Gave at the office" He says with a laugh
You cut her off as she tries to pass
"Get a job" is what you say
She won't eat at ALL today...
She won't see a Broadway show
Heck! She has no place to go!
You smile smugly.
You hear her sob...

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

The beggar dies out in the cold
You're laid out, too, in a coffin of gold
She is comforted. You're bereft.
She goes to the right. You go to the left.
There's no respect of persons with God.

Because to Him BEAUTY IS AN INSIDE JOB.

The legend of Bobbie Jo


The bar room was noisy
When Bobbie Jo sat down,
Her stage was like a postage stamp
Her eyes creased in a frown.

Her T shirt was faded
Her jeans full of holes
But her face had a beauty
Neither young nor old.

She slung the strap of her guitar
Behind her slender neck,
Six silver strings to strum
Six Silken Strings to pluck.

The instrument was battered
In need of some repair
But the damage was cosmetic
The music *lived in there.

Her hands were not that beautiful
Red tipped, raw *****, and small
They looked almost masculine

The first chord was a *drawl.

Hooked up by a chord
To an electric amp,
She tuned her instrument a bit
And put on a clamp.

When she began strumming
Live music filled the place
The cowboys kept up with their noise
But a smile crept 'cross her face.

The chords crept into plucking
A Flamenco kind of riff
Spanish at its finest

The laughter seemed to drift...

Off into the distance
And the familiar chords
Of country western "Crazy"
Hit the ***** Tonkin' boards...

"I'm crazy for tryin'
And crazy for cryin'

I'm crazy for lovin' you..."

Her voice was melodious
But it was haunting, too
Much like Joni Mitchell
But with a country blue.

Then the chords got lively
In a folksy slang

"The Night They
Drove 'Ol Dixie Down..."

The walls of that place *rang!

Baez could do no better!
The music did its thing...
Boy! That girl could play that box!
Man! That girl could SING !!!

The place was deadly silent
When she sang a blue
And it was a stompin'
When the beat picked up its tune!

It got to be midnight
The middle of the night
She had taken not one break!
The music? OUTA SIGHT !!!

It got to be 2AM
She still kept up her strum!
And the cowpokes
were tired clappin'
By the time the night was done.

When it was finally over
She picked up her case
The owner came over
A strange look on his face.

He said to her, "Young lady,
You made a helluva night...
The best sales here ever
And there was not one fight!
I want you on here permanent
Could you do that, please?
I'll give you $500 bucks a night
And I'll help you release
A country music album
You've written your own stuff...
I'll help you release it.
It's way good enough...

She said, "That's okay my friend,
I made $500 there
They piled the money in all night
It's right inside my jar...
So I'd best be goin'
The Greyhound leaves at five...
I'm headed for Nashville
I think I will survive.
Just remember me some later on
When you hear my songs
You can say I played here
And the music was real strong."

He gave her a wry smile
And he said, "You bet..."
He would sure remember
How could he forget?

She had to turn some cowboys down
When they kinda came on strong
She had a big ol' bus to catch
So she left alone...

No one ever saw Bobbie Jo again
But later on they heard
Her bus had an accident.
Killed everyone aboard.

But her legend still lives on
Where her music rang
The cowpokes swear
her ghost still plays...

Everywhere she sang.

SøułSurvivør
A looong poem! Thanks for reading
it all... for a guitar playing friend.

Looking at the moon tonight
In its half-cast phase
I knew I had to write of it
It in the cloud's soft haze
I stared into the golden eye
As if in a daze
I was sort of hypnotized
By its mesmerizing gaze.

As the mist around it
Shifted in its pose
The eye was mean & frowning
Over a demonic nose
Shifting still the vapor
Made the moon of woes
Look sad with cold tears flowing
In ever changing rows
Then it was kind...
Then it was blind
Then the kind eye closed.

Was this the eye of providence?
Which o'r our country's health
Once looked with kindness
Down upon
Our fortune & our wealth?

Now it's angry & SO sad
Winds there up high have breath
So the eye of providence

Closes fast in death.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
11/2020

A million people drinking
Their lemon-flavored tea
A billion bottles floating
Upon a poisoned sea

Within each bottle there's a note
To peeps who find the plastic shell
It's just a slip of paper
From the manufacturer from hell.

The water pipes in old Detroit
Are poisoning kids dead
Because the linings have worn off
And underneath was lead

Pollution will run red as blood
The sun as black as coal
While the fat cats who caused it
Relax on sandy shoals.

How can we prevent this?
Is Recycling the way?
Hasn't helped much that I see

I prefer to PRAY.


SoulSurvivor
November 2021

‐---‐    ----
<●> <●>

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
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc.

Catherine Jarvis
(C) 9/2017

I want to do a challenge on this site!
I see Joe Cole has a current one.
Could someone message me with
a link to his post regarding this,
or give me a brief description?

Thanks!

America
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
Invisible inc aka
SoulSurvivor
Written 2007
Rewritten 2022

When I consider others
I help me
The combination creates
the WE


Together we sing harmony!
Together we can dance!
Together we can change the world
Given half a chance!

Together we can raise a barn
Together we can dine!
Together we can share life's feast
There is no "your's" or "mine"!
Together we are stronger
Our efforts are combined!

There are no poets alien
There is no "us" or "them"
Together we can write a bit
Change lives with our pen!


I write for sharing poetry
It's not only *ME
I write for other's benefit!
I write to let it be
I write to share God's goodness
For He has set me FREE!

United we will stand
For when division's in our ranks
We all hit the water
By walking off the plank!
Sharks are in those waters!
And seaweed cold and dank...

Let's share the ship together
Let's all PLEASE agree
Our final destination
Is a land that's free
Please consider others
I know it's not just me
We're in a boat of many flags

Called the WORLD OF POETRY!



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

The moon turned 'round
And showed its dark side.
It fell and splintered
Into six billion sparks
Which littered the
Roadway, a Milky Way
Of asphalt.

I drove through its
Demise, red tail lights
gleaming as it fell.
I thought it was

Rain.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

I wrote the following poem before I was redeemed by Jesus. I became justified and the days like this are fewer and farther between...

~~~~~~~~~~~

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

~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was Jesus Christ who brought me out of a chronic depression! AMEN.

A FRIEND THE HEART FINDS

A friend who is from
The far-away climes
A friend  who is with you
In troubling times
A friend who's behind you
No matter the cost
A friend the heart finds
Can never be lost!

Happy Birthday, Lora Lee!! <3

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

>======>  ♡  <=======<


My former addiction
is proof of damage...

my current temperance
is proof of REDEMPTION.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 12/11/2015

Silence is a golden cage hung in the Palaces of privilege.

Silence is a creeping thing lying in wait in the passage of the passive.

Silence is mortal. When it dies it does not produce immortality, only a dead cold grave.

The immortal speak up!

The Immortal have words!

They are armor piercing rounds. Hollow point bullets which rip into full bellies.
The bellies of those who don't have guts.
The bellies of the faceless...

                              ... and the silent


SoulSurvivor
Aka Write of Passage

Flaming sandals ŵalk across the Los Angeles'
neighborhoods...His footprints sènd smoke and sparks flying, the Santa (satan) Ana winds whip up to hurricane force.

I'm trying to imagine how the rider's of the storm felt when they found out there is no insurance.
The beach boys hang 10 over the flames of tragedy
The wave over wave of sorrow.

Cumulo nimbus clouds of smoke and ash make no lightning much less rain.


The perfect storm



Invisible inc aka
Write of Passage aka
SøułSurvivør

Catherine Jarvis

Belief:

Jesus describes three kinds of soil
Upon which we labor. Toil.

1. We disburse seed upon the edge
Of the way, the trodden verge
There no soft place to plant is found
Hungry birds peck seed from ground.

2, The second type produces shoot
Joyful! Laughing! But no root.
No soil but rock 1 inch under
The seedling dies, it's no wonder...

3. This growth's root indeed goes down
But a choking **** beside is found!
The plant is stunted, has meager shoots
No wonder! It had twisted roots!

Faith:

Now, there was a different kind of ground called Faith,
It buried seed and gave it grace.
The loam produced so much grain
The Soft soil and spirit rain!
So much fruit grew right there
that harvesting workers laborers shared!

There's a difference between belief and faith
Only the last will see God's face.
Only deep roots produce rich trees
One must dig deep to produce these!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage

Love is like a honeybee
On honeysuckle vines
Either lovers smell the blooms
Or they weep and pine.

The bee is so like Cupid
He goes from flower to flower
He will mate with many blooms
He tarrys there for hours.

He gathers pollen for the Queen
On his furry legs
The honeysuckle blooms do freely give
The fair bee will never beg!

But the bee is black and yellow
A warning meant for some
Who try to steal the honey
They will be undone!

For the bees **** sweet nectar
Of the yellow vine that's hung
But misuse the bee and make it mad
You'll end up being STUNG!! 🐝🐝🐝


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis

I have walked along a road
That not many will take on
I have carried heavy loads
I've done right. I've done wrong.
I have held a pilgrim's pack
So long... so long...

Chorus
I am now a living stone
In a house which no one found
And I have felt my spirit groan
With no one else around

Alone
Alone

And I am still a living stone
I gave up, oh, all of Me
I am just a stone that stumbles
And I am a stone thrown free

Chorus

I am just a part of castles
In the sky & on the brink
I'm a stone cast on a pond
Skipping there at last to sink

Alone
Alone

Through many trials, Toils and snares
The slave trader came to know
Like him I know I brought it in
With the rock & with the snow...

But...

I know bruised reeds He will not break
A gut'ring lamp He won't put out
Though I'm rejected by the world
Here am I to scream out loud...

I'm not alone!
I'm not alone!

I'm not alone...


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
3/18/2021

What was it like oh God so great
To be an infant small?
Did You Weep, or did you sleep
And never cry at all?

What was it like sweet Mary
To ride the night so black?
Did you smile, heavy with child
Upon a donkey's back?

What was it like dear Joseph
To know your wife would bear
God's own son, but he'd be shunned
A man of many cares?

What was it like oh wise men
To see that light appear?
To go so far to find that star
Knowing God was near?

What was it like you shepherds?
To hear the angels sing?
Were you scared when they declared
The birth of Israel's King?

What was it like you angels
To see your mighty Lord
Lying there in a Manger bare
With no mantle? Sword?

Yet that night was joyful!
In ecstasy all sang!
Or instead they bowed their heads
While praise in heaven rang!

For now the great Messiah
Was born to Trumpets blast!
What was it like that special night

Our Savior's born at last!

Catherine Jarvis
(C) 12/25/2019 (rewritten)

There is a Queen of Dreamland.
She's strange, so be prepared!
It's an odd world she lives in,
black snow hangs in the air
We ain't ever getting older
Is what the folk say there...
They have photo albums
Perched upon the stairs
Sunglasses for the moonlit stars...
They can't stand the glare!
They love wine colored curtains
So just be aware!

Yes, they wear the sunglasses
because they hate the dark.
They'll run into a
tree's marble trunk
While walking in the park!

The Queen herself is rather plain.
Much like a sparrow bird.
Wearing brownish sackcloth,
I know that sounds absurd!
She has skin that's red from the chafing
But she never says a word.
Her portrait is a painting,
From it her song is heard!

There's shouting from deserted crowds
A snowflake in her eye
There's air within the oceans
And water in the sky.

So while you're in your consciousness
Be sure to meet the Queen
Be dazzled by her beauty
For it is her greatest dream!

I'm glad that I have forgiveness
I make so many mistakes
I walk at Great unforgiveness
I pray I have what it takes!

What it takes is love
what it takes is love
what it takes is love

Love is merciful. Love is kind
Love is give not take
Love has not an angry mind
Love Is Never fake

What it takes is love
What it takes is love
What it takes is love

Love forgets transgressions
Gives benefit of doubt
Love seeks not aggression
Love always wins out!

All You Need Is Love
All You Need Is Love
All You Need Is Love


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

As a child I sat & searched
For rubies in the sand
I looked for blood red garnets
From the dirt within my hand.

I would look for hours
For a treasure trove of lies
I thought I'd be a millionaire
I wasn't all that wise.

Then I found a nugget
Of pyrite buried there
It was really Fool's Gold
But I didn't care.

Childhood is fleeting
So don't break it to your babe
That her cup of "rubies"
Won't buy a pauper's grave.

She'll dream herself a castle
In some foreign land
But the waves of growing up
Take the rubies in the sand.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
1/22/2020

Ah's a ramblin' ol' blues man
Goin' 'round this big blue ball
Ah's a ramblin' ol' blues man
Goin' 'round this big blue ball
They say I ride a streak o' lightnin'
100 proof & 10 foot tall

Well, ah saw a Li'l darlin'
Down on High-way 666
Well, ah saw a Li'l darlin'
Down on High-way 666
Steppin' out on her ol' man
Went on in' ta Motel 6

We had ourselves a High-way
An' she liked all that I had
We had ourselves a High-way
An' she liked all that I had
But I slipped in some real bad stuff
I say that stuff was real bad

Yeah, we had ourselves a High-way
An' she liked all that I had
Yeah, we had ourselves a
High ol' time
Now she's leavin' in a body bag...

She didn' know who she dealt with
Ah'm gonna tell you real slow
She didn' know who she dealt with
Ah'm gonna tell you real slow
Ah'm on High-way 666

What's my name? Doncha know...?

Write of Passage
3/13/2021

This is a fictional account, but based
On truth for many women. I was,
Myself, abused by an ex-boyfriend.

---

Here's the ballad of Hammer Hand,
I'm here to spread it 'cross the land.
He loved to hit, as you can see.
What he hit was mainly me.
He was a brawler in the day,
But I left him where he lay.

This is for you gals out there
Who are hopeless, in despair,
Who are battered, made to kneel,
I do this so we both can heal.

I was kicked upside the head,
But now ol' Hammer Hand is dead.

~~CHORUS~~
Hammer Hand, oh Hammer Hand,
Did beating me make you a man?
I have suffered your attack,
You have made me blue on black,
Your heart was black, my soul was blue,
Your soul was false, my heart was true.

~~~~~~

Hammer Hand was tall and lean,
He was big, and ha was mean,
He would snack and he would punch,
Then he would demand his lunch.
He used to hit me when he drank,
His breath was fetid, his body rank,
Whenever help I'd try to seek.
He would hit me into next week.

~~~~~~

Hammer Hand is dead today
And this is what I have to say,
I told him when he broke my teeth,
He would pay and come to grief!
Satan himself will take you down,
And you'll be six feet underground.

~~ CHORUS ~~

I'm a woman so you're bold,
But Hammer Hand, you're getting old,
Hammer Hand you've had your fun,
But don't forget I have a SON.
You can make me black and blue,
But don't you go and  hit him, too!
Don't make him hate you, make him mean,
Soon he will be seventeen.

You said a thing which I believe,
You said you'd **** me if I leave.
But me 'n Jamie gonna pack,
We're gonna leave and not come back.
When I die, at least I know,
Where I'm bound, which way I'll go!
Down inside you know as well,
You are goin' straight to hell.

Hammer Hand, O Hammer Hand,
Now we've left, are you so grand?
You won't hurt us anymore,
'Cause you're dead upon the floor.
I don't think that you'll survive,
Shot with your own 45,

It wasn't me, I'm not that brave...

T'was Jamie put you in the grave.

At sixteen he was pale and shy

But he put a slug between your eyes.

You made him beg. You made him bow.

Well. I hope you're happy now.



Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) June 11, 2011

I was abused by an ex-boyfriend.
I made him leave.
Threw all his stuff out.
He stalked me for one year

There was once a woman
So brave! So very strong!
She was Charlotte Atlas
She didn't think it wrong
To ridicule other women
Much "weaker" than her.
She held up a spinning globe
She was tough,  yes sir!

She was ahead of everyone!
Independence was her plan
She didn't want a helpmate
She could do without a man.

There was a second woman
A weaker body was her fate
But she leaned upon the arm of
The one who was her mate

And last there was a crippled one
Beaten down all her life.
She was undistinguished
Never was a wife.

But she used no crutch
Took on no way of ease
She took a winding rocky road
And did so on her knees.

Which is the first woman
In heaven's vast estate?
If you've read your Bible
You'll know which one is great!


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible ink
Catherine Jarvis 2025

Matthew 20:16
New International Version
16 “So the last will be first, and the first will be last"

1 Corinthians
26 Brothers and sisters, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth
27 But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong.

Noah weeps
His face is the Arroyo of the desert
His hands have a stigmata
of splinters torn
from building his enormous ship.
His feet stand between the
Devil and the deep blue sea.
Charybdis and Scylla

The children of his future *****
have drowned in doctrine,
the animals he carefully chose
and placed in his craft's stalls
gone extinct.

He weeps bitter gall
and vinegar.
Hardened by hubris
his future progeny posture.
Poetry is the psalm of the
posers, the ocean
only a place of
plastic shoals.

You place the ark in a bottle.

Hold fast, ye ship of fools!
Stay your course.
You're trapped by your
own nets...

Lie in the sea you sprawl out
for others.

Your brine dungeon
awaits.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

Summer 1986 Sunday 5:30AM

Misty morning in Malibu.
Seagulls stitch the sea to a subtle
silver sky. They sputter stridently.
Each elegant gull hovers effortlessly.
Entreating each other. Echos bounce
off the sound of the surf into eternity. The screeching of many a
soliloquy akin to silence.

I sit on the pier. The water before
me washes onto the staccato legs
of tiny waterbirds who wander
in and out of the surf. Little
windblown ***** of ecru and grey
wool. I worship in the womb of
the great goddess ~ nature. I wasn't to know the Creator was watching patiently...

6:30AM
I make my unhurried way up the
pier to my car. A cheap but
comfortable convertable. Nobody
walks in LA. I punch in a tape.
Don Henley. Boys of Summer.

I take PCH up to the incline that
takes you from the beach. Pushing
the pedal slightly as I slide by the
colossal bleached cliffs of
Palacades Park. There the homeless
sleep under the benches dedicated
by friends and family in
rememberance of loved ones.
Small plaques attatched for
posterity.

My hands are on the steering wheel
at 7 and 12 o'clock.I look at the cast
I wear on my right wrist. A token
of rememberance from an angry romance. He and I parted
respectively, if not at all
respectfully. I drive.

7:00AM
Venice beach. Not yet boysterous.
But never boring. The young people
(and old) still bundled together in bed. Saturday night hangovers will
be had by most of the denizens of
Venice beach boardwalk. A grainy
eyed few wander around abstractidly. Shopowners enter
their buildings, their storefronts
almost as small as booths. Graphitti
and giant works of art grace walls
everywhere ~ Jim Morrison and
Venus in workout leggings much
in evidence.

I smoke my cigarette and drink my
hot coffee carefully in the open cafe'.
I consider the eyefest of the crowd
that will congregate here to enjoy
the clement weather.
The cacophony and the clamor.
Touristas and Los Angelinos alike
drawn In by calculating vendors
and coyote souled street performers.
I look forward to seeing the
non conformity usually. But not
today. For now I sit in the quiet cafe'.

Venice beach. Vulpine. Vacuous.
A strangely vunerable venue. The
***** and the beautiful. The talented and the ******.

A street performance pianist trundles his acoustic piano on
casters out onto the boardwalk.
I ask him if I may play. He looks
at my cast doubtfully.
"I can still play..." I tell him.
He ascents and listens thoughtfully
as I play my compositions. He really
likes them. I ****** the ebony and
the ivory with insistant fingers.
The smile on his face is irrepressable. I smile back and we
flirt in self conceous, fitful fashion.
Time to leave.

9:00AM
Radio is on in my car now. A cut
from the musical Chess. One night
in Bangkok makes the hard man
humble... I like the driving beat.
I'm going up I-10, a single blood cell
in the main artery that brings life
to the flesh of this mamouth town.
Traffic is tenuous. A boon here in
this conjested city.

I drive to Fairfax and Sunset, where
I lived with in a tiny one-bedroom
apartment with my mom. An
ambitious actress. I an ambivalent
artist.

Sunset. The Roxy and Whiskey-a-
Go-Go. Cartoon characters Rocky
and Bullwinkle casually cavort on
the top of a building. Billboards
as tall as the Hollywood sign. The
street of broken hearts for many
an actress -slash-model. They
wander about on street corners
looking haughty and haunted.
Waiting for who knows who to
honk. Their dreams have flown
away like the exhailation of smoke
from the mechanical lungs of the
Marlboro Man. Schwab's drugstore
and diner. The place where some
famous starlet was discovered.
Delivered into the arms of the
Hollywood machine. I opt to go
to the Sunset Grill.

11:00AM
I'm walking down Hollywood Blvd.
Perusing shops and persuing
pedestrian pleasures. Everyone
talks of the star-studded sidewalks.
To me they look tarnished and
filthy. Stars from a sultry smog
laden sky come to earth. The names
of some of the folks honored on
them I don't recognise.

I'm here to view movies today.
I'm definitely not going to
Grauman's Chinese Theater.
Been there. Done that. Gave the
very expensive T shirt to
Goodwill. I look around at the
proud and the plebian. The pedantic
and the pathetic. No prostitutes
out yet that I could see. Probably
toppled into bed to sleep
(for once). Deposed kings
and queens of the monarchy of the
night. The homeless hobble along
with their hair matted and askew.
Shopping carts with stuttering
wheels de reguer.

A couple of tourists with Izod shirts,
plaid shorts to the knee and deck
shoes sans socks gaze in a shop
window. It's borded by tarnished
and faded silver garlands... tinsel
Christmas tree.
"Want to buy a mood ring today?"
One of them querys his buddy,
laughingly.

I find my small theater and enter
the air conditioned lobby. I purchase
a soda and pass on the popcorn.
As I enter the theater's modestly
plush, dimly lit cocoon sanctuary
I notice very few patrons are here
for the matinee. GOOD. I finally
watch the premiere product of
Los Angeles. Movie after movie
slides across the screen. The callus
morally corrosive corporations
conspire with the creative to produce
the culmination of many art forms
in one. Cinema.

LA. Languid. Luxurious. Legendary.
Rollicking, raunchy rodeo.
Seaside city. Sophisticated. Spurious.

SPECTACULAR.

8:00PM
I wend my way up Mulholland Dr.
Another tape is playing in the deck.
One of my favorites. David + David.
Welcome to the Boomtown.

I pull over at a deserted vista. From
this viewpoint I can see the city
spread out like a blanketfof brilliance. The gridiron of LA.
Glitzy and glamorous. Generating
little gods and goddesses. A gigantic
gamble for the disingenuous and
gouache. Tinsel town. Titillating.
Tempestuous. Only the very brave
bring their dreams here... or fools
rush in where angels fear to tread.
All but the fallen angels. They thrive.

Oh! If this place could be bottled it
would be such sweet poison. I
look up at the auburn sky and back
down at the breathtaking panorama
The metropolis that is LA with awe
and angst. I carefully stub out my
cigarette and flip it irreverantly
toward the lagoon of lights.

I get in my car to drive home.
Home?
Could this imposing, inspiring,
impossible place be called home?

Well. Home is where the heart is.
And I live in the heart of a dream.
This is the city of dreams...

CITY OF ANGELS.

SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine E Jarvis
(C) 2005