"For God has not given us a spirit of fear,
But of power and love and of a sound mind"

1 Timothy 1:7

As a Child of God I lift His flag
Unfurled it ***** ìn the stormy wind
My knee to Christ will always bend
Tìĺ my foes are as filthy rags

My enemy growls, my spirit gives
My foe is cruel, my Spirit's kind
The devil is merciless, a vicious mind
The godly mind loves justice and lives

A gentleness like a dove or flower
It brings unto all a still water peace
From the greatest to the least
We hàve the holy Spirit power

Because I have such a loving God
I know in safety my soul resides
In peace with God my soul abides
I'm no longer in revolt... at odds!

As a friend of the almighty
Prayer brings results that you can see
Delivered souls like you and me
Are the salt and light


AND WE ARE FREE!!



Write of Passage
SøułSurvivør

Catherine Jarvis

A heart resplendent
With hands raised
A heart that's joyfully
Singing praise!

A heart that's burdened
By all the pain
Yet still knows Jehovah reigns.

The first is happy, then will sigh.
The sorrowful will reach
And touch the sky!
Both will know that by & by
That in the end all in graves lie.

Those in sorrow
Need hands raised!
They've knelt in prayer
Now need to praise!

Those who are happy
In their way
Should bow a knee...
Begin to pray.

Life ain't easy. It ain't fair.
We all need...

An attitude of prayer.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
10/9/2020

My armor is fitted
My muscles like wire
My hair's in the wind
My sword is on fire!

My spirit is willing
Through You I'm not weak
The fight for Your honor
Is all that I seek!

[Chorus]
I'll fight for You
I'll fight for the lost!
I'll fight for You
No matter the cost!

I'll fight for You
I will be brave!
Be strong & courageous
Unto the GRAVE.

I march to the Shofar
How I love the sound!
My bridal dress sparkling  
My boots on the ground...

I march toward the goal
I don't have far to go
With Your mighty power
We defeat our foe!!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
We defeat our foe
Right inside his lair
With Your mighty power

The Prince of the Air!

Catherine Jarvis
November 2, 2020

Reign of ashes
and fire's sceptre
crown of blood
robe of spectres

dual tounges
speaking stealth
elites on fire
for their wealth

coal black tombs
washed with white
sepulchres
proclaiming "right"

"moral high ground"
in the wrong
they sell us all out
for a song

the rocket's red glare
anthems made of thin air
gave naught to the night
for our flag was NOT THERE

Oh, say, can you see?
or are you yet blind?
for we are not FREE
we are in a bind!

STAR STRANGLED BANNER
thunder rolls, lightning crashes
for whom the bell tolls?
for THEE, REIGN OF ASHES!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 3/4/2016


WE'VE BEEN SOLD OUT BY EVERY ADMINISTRATION
AND HAVE BEEN FOR YEARS I sincerely hope Trump can fix it!!

knocks on the door
when it crosses your mind
~~~
comes in to dine
when you entertain it
~~~
but when you act on it
IT LIVES WITH YOU.



Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/30/2016

And you always have to
FEED IT. HOUSE IT
(rent free).
and, most importantly,
CLEAN UP AFTER IT

Walking through the airport one rainy afternoon
She was sitting there, at Gate 13
The woman had a dress on a denim shade of blue
Loveliest **** girl I'd ever seen!

I wanted to go up to her, then I heard her cry
She shed her tears so lonely, just like the rainy sky
She sobbed and sobbed so hard, just like she would die,
And right then I knew some man had told a lie...
Had told a lie.

I decided to approach her, very shy due to her grief
She looked up with a little frown
I took in her hands and arms, she was shaking like a leaf
Home sewn dress told me a little town

Her eyes said...
Too late for her to fall
Too quick to say goodbye

Too young to understand
Too old to tell a lie

I just sat down next to her
I didn't want to pry

Too late for me to fall
Too quick to say goodbye


I am still working on this CW song,
I welcome constructive criticism

SøułSurvivør
Feb 24, 2025

I don't honor Easter
Bunnies hoppin' on one leg
I have no taste
For colored "peeps"
Or chocolate Easter eggs

Thanks to
Emperor Constantine
We have this pagan brew
I find the worship of Ishtar
Has me in a stew!

The holidays of pagans!
And to see events of Christ
Blended in with all of it
Has my stomach in a vice!

Take your rabbits
And your "Ishtar" eggs
I'll just have to pray
I'd just prefer to call this time
RESURRECTION DAY!

Research the above. Ishtar was a Babylonian fertility goddess. That's where the bunnies and eggs came in. Ishtar was later renamed ashtaroth. One of the members of the Demonic Trinity. Sounds like a good thing to worship, eh


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis

~~~~~

what is it makes a person
great in this sad world?
where there's such mediocrety
it is a precious pearl

is it that they have money?
that they have accrued
a trillion dollar bank account?
does this make a person good?

perhaps they have a famous face
or well regarded name
maybe they play basketball
and have a winning team

is it artistic talent?
was Vincent van Gogh lauded?
in his painful lifetime
was this man applauded?

perhaps they are as Edison
and have a brilliant mind
but Edison used Tessla
to him he was unkind

this is what I think
makes a man or woman great
that they give life their ALL
that they do not faint

if you sweep the street
and make it clean and bright
If you are an educator
and bring poor children light
if you are a poet
on a humble poetry site
it is forgiving others
not having to be right!
if you are a boxer
and don't give up the fight

this is what is greatness
it's not playing a part
it is truly living

with your entire HEART.


So­ulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisibleinc
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 8/31/2015


~~~~~

for a friend who
thinks he's a loser.

YOU'VE PUT MORE HEART
INTO YOUR LIFE THAN
ANYONE I KNOW!

to me you are the greatest
man on the planet

'nuf said

Let my music rise
Fragrance to Your heart
Let the notes take shape
As wondrous worship art
Let my voice have colors
Every lovely hue
Let it be a tapestry
I dedicate to You.

Oh, Amen, mighty Yahweh!
Oh, yes, let it be!
Yeshuah, Holy Spirit!
Let my voice be free!
YES! I'll sing YOU PRAISE...

FOR YOU SING OVER ME!

People think I'm foolish
Singing all the time,
But I don't care at ALL! You see
Singin's not a crime!
People think I'm crazy
For singin' to myself
But I'm singin' to the Great I AM!
This I just can't help!

[Chorus].

~~~~~

Jehovah God the Father
Looked down upon His Son
In terrible pain and agony
He knew what He'd begun
Christ's blood was pure as driven snow
So He could be The One

He would have to look away
As Jesus took on Sin
But He so loved the World
He gave His belov'd to win
All the souls that were foretold
To accept and honor Him
For Jesus Christ was blameless
He was the Perfect Lamb

Yahweh The Almighty
Saw Jesus in His tomb
Christ went to paradise (1)
Where Jews and gentiles escaped doom

Then to hell's dark doors
Our King , never forsaken
Took the keys of hell death and grave
From the hands of Satan!

Before the dark army's eyes
He went up through the air!
Leaving the Prince of the Darkness
Fuming in his lair!

God the Abba Father
Gave us Victory when
He sent His Resurrection Life
And His Son Rose Again!

Jesus Christ has Conquered!
Everything is DONE!
He was the Perfect Sacrifice

NOW WE CAN OVERCOME!

~~~~~

SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 3/26/2016

~~~~~

(1) Paradise is also known as
Abraham's Bossom
It is where all souls of righteousness
Went before the advent of Jesus Christ.
After His death Jesus went there to preach
So that they could believe on Him
And could ascend to heaven. He also did
The same in hell.
Luke 23:43
1 Peter 3:19

I don't believe "Easter" is the date
Of Jesus' actual resurrection. Just like
Christmas isn't the date of His birth.
The emperor Constantine changed
The dates to correspond to pagan
Holidays. I don't really celebrate
Easter for that reason. But have a
Great day tomorrow!

BLESSINGS ON YOU ALL!

is it the forest or the trees
where the real truth lies?
is it in elephant graveyards
where a true heart dies?
and how can sages ask
the wherefores and the whys?

there's only One who measures
the circumference of the skies.


soulsurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 8/26/2015

Light shuffles to my window
Muttering and weaving
Its breath is heaving
Derelict dawn
Yawns for lack of sleep
The sun slept
In a cardboard box
And now creeps out
Bleary eyed
Tired of begging
To pay for the bottle
Of Thunderbird
That will help it taste the day
It's creating.

Del Sol wears the
Solar flares like
Shrouds, the
Spiritual blindness
Of Jim Jones
Talking the earth
And its world
Of living things
To drink in the
Lemon Kool-Aid
Of light.

The only existing
Elixir to the
Ones tired to the
Marrow is
The drink of
Darkness.


Its breath
The beer
Which tells
The sober
It has
Drunk
Its
Fill.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

In the beginning
was the
WORD

God spoke all things
into existence.

He literally sculpted all things
by the power of His
words

That, for a poet, should be
EXCITING!


John 1
Genesis

SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine Jarvis

¤==()()

in the birdsong and the wind
God plays his violin!


[10W]
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/29/2016

RED

passionate rages of
body and soul

the ardent obsession
of two  genders to
merge into a
whole

lovers swept into
an ****** of desire

two Phoenix to die
in dust and ash
and meet fleet
again
in new life
of fire!

~
ORANGE

fire has cooled
age is wise to lust

two of God's creation
working together
under one yoke
habits understood
partners fair
and
just

~
YELLOW

love of family
refined as purest gold

give and take
young and old
parents sculpt young minds
children break the mold
go to their own families
to have and
to hold

~
GREEN

love for nature
creatures great and small

the beautiful earth
the sylibant shushing
waterfall
conifer pines and
russet leaves
that fall
floral offering
in spring
colts breaking from
the stall
summer's slice of life
and winter's pall
we love the
burgeoning
beauty
of it
all!

~
BLUE

love of friends you
hold so near

a shout out to buddies!
loud for all to hear!
forgiveness and
compassion
for those who hurt
and fear
those you like and
those like second
family
dear

~
INDIGO

who can understand
this love so often missed?

love for spiteful enemy
who've wished
only evil for you
even kissed
your cheek
or your lips
in lover's bliss
now turned
and are
snakes
which
hiss...

~
PURPLE

the greatest love
the one most won't applaud

an irony.
HE'S THE ONE WE
SHOULD MOST *LAUD!
tho we stand the
mountain
or in valley plod
in humility
most regard
as odd

love for
Abba Father
Jesus Christ
Holy Spirit

GOD



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine Jarvis
(C) 7/23/2016
Thanks for reading

why
do i see
my face
in the

mirror

why do i
see my breath
superimposed
upon the
cold night
sky

i died
long ago

drown in
your ocean
no deeper
than a

pane

of

glass



soulsurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
catherine jarvis
(c) october 9, 2014

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secret in creation
poetics set in code
difficult translation
they ***** me like a goad

wanting to improve
wanting to impress
do i write this for myself
or follow all the rest?

written in frustration
and when, at last, i read
my own words do obfuscate
quite puzzling indeed!

perhaps you have written one
then you may have been
trying to solve their riddle

for you don't know
what they MEAN!


soulsurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
(c) 6/13/2015

I Welcome You to Hell
I am a dear "friend" of yours
Yes, you know me well
If you know my name or not
Only time will tell.

There's a rave that's going on
A place that I have found
Kids! You need to go there!
Tho it's 6 feet underground...

All dressed up? Ready to go?
I tell you... it's a blast!
You won't know it's a furnace
And the pain will always last.......

There's party treats for everyone!
Maggots are just grand!
There's no food or water
But there's a Mega Band!

Come! We're getting closer!
And I have a hunch
That you won't mind the sulfur
No, you won't mind the stench

What's that noise, you ask me?
Oh... it's not what it seems!
Those are the amped-up guitars
NOT a-g-o-n-i-z-e-d screeeeams!

Don't mind the cuts & scratches
Don't mind all the flies
Don't mind that I am uglier
I'm losing my disguise...

Oh, are you uncomfortable?
Is it getting HOT in here?
Well, sorry, there ain't any punch
Much less any beer...

Yes, it IS most very DARK
It's very black and dank
Are you having trouble breathing?
Is the odor getting rank?

Ah! Now you see the lava
Is leaving your desire?
Sorry, your ticket was one-way
To the burning lake of fire...

Yes, regret's your portion
For your soul you did sell
You'll be here e--t--e--r--n--a--l--l--y

I Welcome You to Hell.



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 6/28/2016

"There is none who does good,
no, not one." Romans 3:12


How is it, do you suppose,
Is it "good" for babies
Before they grow
To be dismembered,
Is that fair?
To be cut off without a care?

How is it "good" for
Those who sin
To be told time & again
That it's "natural", it's ok,
"You were only born this way."

Is it right to cheat on taxes?
This among the common "lapses".

Is it fine to defame folks?
To have some "fun".
Tell your "jokes".
Well. God don't
Find it very funny.
And on this you
Can bet big money!

How 'bout heartbreak?
Unrestraint in ***?
Harming while you
Flex your pecs.
Quite a woman
Quite the man
So ****!
So much demand!

You're quite intelligent
You're quite rich.
You are so beautiful
You sing on pitch.
You're so proud
You're so vain
You're so loud
You're a pain!

You own a castle
In a foreign land
To bad it's built
On sinking sand...

I've been reading
In a Book
I think you'd better
Have a look.
I've been too nice
I've been too "kind"
I've winked at sin
And left you blind!

Jesus is knocking
At your door
I won't be silent
Anymore.

I will be hated
This I know
But, God bless me
I will show
Love for you
It may be odd
It will show
My love for God. aka



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
March 9, 2025
Catherine Jarvis

There's a form of rodent
In Latin form "quill pig".
He isn't very fast.
He isn't very big.

But be very cautious
If you encounter one of these.
They are very nasty,
Mean, to say the least.

They bristle up and like cacti,
They have a vicious will...
You don't need to touch to be
Nailed with a quill.

They will flick their tail
To let their venom fly,
So give this beast some room
When you see him going by.

People who are insecure
Will be just like them.
You don't want to be around
The subtle poison pen

The pen will rend and skewer.
The pen will have its art.
It will send a poison quill

Straight into your heart.



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 2/12/2015

I'll share a tune, I'll sing a song
Raise my voice... please sing along!
With the angels! With the birds!
Let's be sure the Lord has heard!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chorus
Rejoice! Rejoice!
Let's sing a song to Him!
Rejoice! Rejoice!
The victory to win!
Rejoice! Rejoice!
Though some may find it odd...
Rejoice! Rejoice!
Sing praises to our God!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We've had hardships, we've had trials
But Jesus Christ still lives! He smiles
When we defeat our dreary foe
Depression flees! It HAS TO GO!

Chorus

Ol' Joshua & Jehoshaphat
Went to war, knew where it's at
They didn't doubt! But instead
Sent the PRAISE TEAM UP AHEAD!

Chorus

Rejoicing will bring change, you'll see
In Christ we have the victory!

Chorus


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 11/2016


♡♡♡♡♡

Tears the soul...
it is the greatest theft.
It steals the
most valuable
gift of all...

TIME

Just think about it.


20W
Soul Survior aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc


I have to honestly say that
I have a problem with this

Those in deep waters
Have thought.

Those in the shallows
Get caught.

°°•●●☆●○•°°

to perceive with the mind of
Edgar Allan Poe
is to view the light in shades
and conceive of
purest black shadows
in the midnight heart of

BRILLIANCE


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc  
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 1/30/2016
I was going to write of Poe
but most people know his story

The point is he was a damaged
human being
but absolute talent
still overcame.
Sadly he didn't enjoy it and
Perhaps never did find the joyful
Meaning living a life in the Light

If you write dark poetry
WRITE ON Until you find the
Truth in the Light.

I may not "like" all of it
but I have a dark side, too
I've been through some very dark times
I write of my drug and alcohol addiction
But i DID overcome
Just because I write of Jesus Christ
(who literally saved my life)
doesn't mean I don't read and
appreciate the dark side

I'VE BEEN THERE

I will pray that you, too, will come to believe in,
And fully appreciate the Father of light,  
His Son, Jesus Christ, and the Comfort of the
Holy Spirit... this writer's way truth and life!

Envy is a strange emotion
you get caught up in the motion,
thoughts that give you the strong notion
others are more blessed than you
in what they have and what they do
and so jealousy ensues.

I'm an amateur and I know it
I have no background as a poet
I have no sheepskin. No degree.
No tenures. University.
I'm just here to simply state
I don't rank there with the greats.

When I see the stats of other folks
I don't poke fun and make rude jokes.
Yes. My heart, it sometimes breaks
Do I have the art it takes?
It sometimes makes me sad and blue
I would like to be like you...

but honesty is my ego's salve
it takes time I do not have
I'm happy with the things I've done
I am here to have some fun!
I'm also here to be inspired
Your poetry makes my level higher!

This goes out to loving peers...
thank you all for being here!


♡ Catherine
I'm not envious of other poets for
their stats. Often it's because they read
more than I do. I only wish I had more
time and educatio!
God bless YOU ALL

SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

This is a message to some shills
Only you know if you fit that bill
I will NOT banter.
I won't make a fuss.
I will NOT debate
whether you're one of US
You may want me hurting
You may want me crying
If you're selling that, brother,
I am NOT BUYING.
You WANT people in pain.
You WANT them to pine.
Those are YOUR tactics
THEY ARE NOT MINE.

I'm not a cruel person. I'm in a bind,
Cuz YOU think me weak
WHILE I'M ACTUALLY KIND.
HERE'S WHERE I STOP.
HERE'S WHERE IT ENDS!
You want disputes
Between friggin FRIENDS!

Here's what YOU do. Here's how YOU act.
You come in like wolves and try to attack.
Pull a young animal out from the herd.
Say they aren't legit... on only YOUR WORD!
I'm new to Twitter. So I'm out there, I see.
So you want to sow discord
AND DISCREDIT ME.

BUT GET THIS STRAIGHT.
DOWN TO THE BONE.
IF YOU THINK YOU'RE WINNING
YOU ARE DEAD WRONG
IF IT COMES DOWN TO TACKS

I'LL STAND ALONE.


Catherine Jarvis
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/1/2017

Bored poets write ennui
Saintly poets write psalms
Bad poets pennings
Are made into songs

Silly poets write limericks
And limericks they read
Drunk poets write scribbles
Drunk on their mead

Angry young men
Write rants by the hour
Wide-eyed young girls write
Of bunnies and flowers

Idiots write nonsense
Off the seat of their pants,
Got news for you, scoffers!
So do savants!

Gays write of rainbows
Heros epics of old,
Storytellers write of
pirate plunder and gold.

Broken poets write humbly
Strong writes unadorned,
Happy bards write of roses
Bleeding poets of thorns.




Soul Survivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc


But what makes a true poet
Is simply when
They type on a keyboard
or write with a PEN

Blue Note Special
Your ears were trumpets
Your teeth were keys
Your eyes were drums
Their rhythms cease
Behind them the color
Of disease
Blue note special
There is no peace.

Your hands were golden
Your feet were clay
Your head was sodden
Your hips were grey.
Your legs were green
You paid your way
Now all we can do
Is sit and pray


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis

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!


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis 2019

.
I'm going through some very difficult trials. Rather than complain I'm writing about them. We all have something in our lives to heat us up, so to speak. We can get bitter, or we can get better. I choose the latter. My faith really helps. It is my hope that you will find this Faith is as well. Thanks for reading! ♡♡♡

I was lost upon the sea
Floundering in the waves
No one there to rescue me
Filthy and depraved
So deaf and blind I could not see
The black heart of a knave
Bowed under iniquity
I was, to it, a slave
Waves splashed over on the lea
To port only the grave.

There's only blackness in the sky
No moon. No clouds. No stars.
Like the pupil of an eye
A firmerment of tar
The water's where the dead fish lie
To horizons far
You hold your head & cry
Then a figure walks to mar
I squinted to see, tried
His hands & feet are scarred.

I was not sure that I perceived
The silhouette out there
To drowning men a straw received
Seems a saving hand so fair!
Though my boat was clogged with weeds
I found a paddle I could bare
I moved my boat, it weaved
Toward the man I stared!

There he was, an apparition
Brighter than the sun
I paddled on as on a mission
Dank air filled my lungs
But my disease was in remission
My journey had begun
He spoke to me. I HAD TO LISTEN VICTORY TO BE WON

And so I walked upon the water
You may find this odd
I heard The Words. I am His daughter

And HE'S ALMIGHTY GOD.

Catherine Jarvis
(C) 6/27/2020

Prophecy of the Ages: Isaiah 1

Burning 🔥 city's pain and sorrow
God makes the plow dig deep and harrow
The fruit of mercy and compassion
He the Lord in Wrath and Passion
Don't you see you pray is error?
The flames of Judea are your mirror!
Go plant and grow your vines of pity!
Then I will restore your cities
They will not be restored they say
Gomorrah's darkness ,feet of clay
*****, yes!they will have to pay!
San Francisco and LA.

A zombie and a troll
Squared off one fateful night
All the ghouls and goblins watched
Expecting quite a fight!

But much to their surprise
The troll was quick dispatched!
He was dumb, and so outdone
He had met his match!

He WAS good at deception
But now the zombie reigns!
Altho he's in a fit of pique

The dead troll had no BRAINS!



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
Zombies love to eat brains I guess.

The hills burn
Smokey cloud
Over the valley
Wind whipping up
Sparks of misty droplets
Through the windows
Of the house next door

Shadows genuflect
On the asphalt before
The streetlight
Thick foliage shrugs
Its burly shoulders

Smells of wet
Sage on the mountain

Gently the spring
Has closed the
Throat of thunder

I close my eyes
But no lightning makes
Its traces behind my lids

Summer waits...



SoulSurvivor aka
Invisible inc aka
Write of Passage
2016
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There's a creature in this cruel world
Who love's to hurt
And make you blue
He's out there lurking for you, child
He'll take everything from you...

... but oh!
How handsom and delightful!
When he speaks the silver rings!
Come to find out he is frightful
Scorpion with angel's wings

Watch out child...
Watch out for liars.
Those who practice to deceive!
He'll take you down
To his own fires
He will sting if you believe!

But! Oh how beautiful and graceful!
And! How exquisitely you sing!
But. My "friend", you are disgraceful!

Scorpion with Angel's wings

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SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
9/6/2016


To any poor woman out there who
had her heart taken away by a
sweet talking LIAR.
This song is for you

Lips just as scarlet as two birds red and bold!
Teeth ǰust as white as the sheep in a fold

Hair as golden as the honey you love,
Eyes just as soft as a sleepy grey dove,

Her skin velvet apricot, cheeks Pansey pink,
Ears like curved orchids, the dew Jewels wink.

She is compared to those lovely things
Even to angels who lifts off sans wings!

But her skin's from a bottle, her hair is from same,
Her lips are from sticks, her falseness her shame.

Her ears are much pierced, eyelids touched with paint
Her teeth are hard plastics,  no folks, real she AIN'T

If you're born with a blemish, you can fool the eye,
But don't even try it, you'll be caught in a lie!

You could go ahead with a chemical peel,  
But, men, date a posy... at least they ARE REAL!

Cathy Jarvis
SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

SøułSurvivør Dec 2019

Eternity

Imagine, if you will my friends
A skein of silken thread,
White as floes of feather snow,
The very tip is red.

Imagine then, this thread to wend
The universe about
To wrap red Mars & every star
A thousand times enroute.

Let nebulae be woven there
The planets knitted tight
The skeins are lit
like lanterns fair,
The red tip scarlet bright.

That tip so insignificant
Can represent this life.
It's carmine hue
the blood we shed
In suffering & strife.

The rest of the
White stretch of string
Why, let's let it be
A tale untold, let it hold
The rest... Eternity.

Yet all that stretch of silver skein,
This concept may be tough,
But, my friends, it never ends!
There'd never be enough!

So why do people struggle so
To resist the endless love?
Let that tip of velvet yarn
Be dipped in Jesus's blood!

For then the skein
which then remains
Will indeed be white!
Sin's dark stain can be retained
And it is dark as night.

Hell or heaven. Listen friends!
This poet has a voice
Heaven. Hell. Truth to tell...

Eternity. YOUR CHOICE.



Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
12/13/2019

One Day the sun will shine
One Dream I'll have my day
For now I sit here waiting
For now I only pray

One Day I'll share bounty
One seed will be a shoot
For now I till the soil
One Dream someday
Will fruit

One Day my ship will harbor
And dock when it is due
I'll unload in labor
But MY DREAM WILL COME TRUE.



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine jarvis

O sovereign Lord, I seek your face
I wish to walk your walk
Would like to know what you see and hear
I would like to share, please
Your soft voice as you talk.
Your waterfalls  so clear

I can imagine a hovering hawk
An enormous breaching whale
Her mighty lungs breathe rainbows
She has starlight on her tail.

The great tusks of an elephant
The slender throat of swans
The fragrance of a blood red rose
The blue Kentucky lawns
Soft fur of an ermine
The melting eyes of fawns

But these things are all fleeting
The petals of the flower
The ticking toc of a second hand
Clocks quickly sound the hour

God has no beginning
He'll never have an end
His time on earth
Was 33 years short
But the veil had to rend!

If I told of our Lord's pain
Would you lend your ear?
If I told about His death
You wouldn't shed a tear.



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine Jarvis

There's a star gone Nova
Blazing in its death
Somewhere there's a baby
Taking her first breath

There's a tree that's
been felled
By a lightning bolt
It's burning
There's a man
Who loves a lass
Weeping for his yearning

There is a mountain rising up
Beneath the ocean's depths
There's a promise
That was made
Which was never kept

There's a storm
That's moving in
To quench a Raging Fire
There's woman who is old
Burning with desire

However viewed, the universe
Under Nature's Veil
Is very like your own true face
However wan and pale

The Parables, the metaphors
The things that poets speak
Are in the moon and sun and stars
We have only to seek

When our sun goes Nova
When all mountains fall
We will, at last, perceive our God

The Ruler of us all.



SøułSurvivør

This is not a poem of woe
I'm in the zone... the writers flow
Where I'll stop I just don't know
I can't have a cup o joe
It doesn't seem to want to slow
I'm up all night and can't let go!

Oh! Dear God. .. I ask you. PLEASE!
I'm so tired my brain might seize!
I just need a moment's peace
Somewhere where my mind is freed
My motor starts to choke and wheeze
I need some help... get antifreeze
Rid me of this poeteeze...

... I just want my vitamin Z's!!!
Catherine

Jesus, invited to a feast
By a Pharisee
Came in with dusty feet
This was as all would see,

It was quite important
For foot washing back then,
So it was very evident
Jesus was not a friend!

He was an unwanted guest
Who didn't deserve rules
The required foot washing
Was so unfulfilled

The "religious" men just mocked him
Such wàs their cruelty
Jesus was the a spectical
For everyone to see.

In walked a painted woman
With long and flowing hair
Christ had before released her
From her sin's despair.

The evil men were critical
To one another said
She still had loose morals
The way she still sashayed.

She ķneĺt down to Jesus humbly
Wept and stayed right there
She washed His dusty feet with tears
And wiped them with her hair.

Perceiving the hypocrites
The way they cruelly judged
Gave them a word to make them think
And then they held a grudge

"You judge her for doing this
And the way she walked
You didn't wash my feet yourselves
You criticized and talked,

The beauty of the thìn̈g she's done
You do not applaud
But she goes where you'll never go
Heaven to be with God.

Those forgiven mucĥ love deeply
Then God gives loving thoughts
You should know YOU HAVE NO LOVE
SO HE FORGIVES YOU NOT.


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Ìn̈visible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis
2025

Don't write out each thing you think!
How like venom is your ink!

A puff adder will bite a friend...
How much deadlier the pen!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 24, 2014

at the edge of midnight
on the shoreline of a dream
a voice cries in the darkness
you can hear it scream

it cries out in anger
it cries but does not hate
simply said it rages
against a lonely fate

a message in a bottle
a human heart within
crashes on a shoreline
where a lover's been

they called her "crazy Mary"
but the voice remembers when
Simon and Garfunkle sang
"hello darkness my old friend"

Mary was so different then
when the poets sang
an oblique victim of a war
the leather church bells rang

above the cathedral
there's an angel flies, it's told,
with sooty smudges on the wings
of purest tarnished

GOLD


^¡^


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

When your world's in
a cardboard box and
Tastes like packing peanuts.


SøułSurvivør aka
Invisible inc aka
Write of Passage

like sardines
we're packed
in oil to be fresh
we are only skin and bone
we are only flesh

freeze-dried in the sun
sun kissed in the snow
we shuffle into boxes
for they are all we know

we follow the leader
with soul killing greed
there's no place for freedom
of thought or word or deed

we don't pick at the wound
cover up the scar
God is in a building
and music in a jar


soulsurvivor
4/30/2015