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1.5k · Sep 2014
Heart Attack - 10W
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
((()))             ((()))
Hardened    Arteries
Cause death. How
much more a
hard heart
((()))
()


10W
Soul Survivor
\(*!*)/
1.5k · Jun 2016
The Wizards of the Id
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
-
we live and die
within a box
with data
at all angles
in an age
where innocence
is compacted
to rectangles

here we see
the wizardry
of Bill Gates in
his valley
the children with
their pinwheel eyes
texting Steve or Sally

around the house
the computer mouse
enthralls another tyke
instantly their Facebook
has another "like"

blood and gore
are commonplace
the victims have no names
what the heck
do you expect?
it is all a
game

they will thus
ENTRAP YOU
you'll do as they bid
for your pleasure
I'll announce

The Wizards of the Id


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/5/2016
Do all these gadgets make children smarter? I ask you. They can't communicate with each other without the use of some rectangular device. And they're meaner to each other than they ever were. Cyber bullying is at an all-time high. Wake up and smell the coffee. These are our future leaders.

Inspired by Thomas P Owens Sr

-
1.5k · Oct 2014
arthritis [2 - 10W]
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
~~~


would someone
PLEASE
just cut me off at the
KNEES!


~~~

it's indian summer here
but nobody told my
knee joints


(c) soulsurvivor
Haven't been on site
Much today...
In a lot of pain.
1.5k · Jan 2015
budgie
SøułSurvivør Jan 2015
/\/\/\/\/\/\


why
are
we
birds
in
gilded
cages
flapping
our
little
wing­s
against
the
bars
:
:
:
when
the
wire
door
is
open
?


/\/\/\/\/\
Sometimes the bars are
IRON.

---
1.5k · Apr 2017
bird in darkness
SøułSurvivør Apr 2017
bird in darkness, sings at night
a testament. a sigh.
she warbles for the coming light
but never wants to fly
for she fears a tre'chorus flight
in darkness as it lies
cruel, its haunches pull in tight
it homes in on her cries
yet she evades its clutch's might,
so no matter how it tries
God has given second sight
and darkness

always

DIES



SøułSurvivør
(C) 4/29/2017
without the ambient light from
our cities or electrical lights
even candles or fire
wouldn't WE fear the dark?

I wrote this after sitting
out on my front porch listening
with great appreciation
to a nightbird
1.5k · May 2015
work
SøułSurvivør May 2015
---

the small frail child
runs in and out of the surf
she bends gracefully and stretches her hand out for another shell

working the waves
she delicately turns her find
over in her fingers with appreciation
before placing it carefully in her pail

a dedicated sea nymph
she works the morning hours
through, her job is delight in nature

and she is paid in sand dollars


soulsurvivor
(c) 5/30/2015
My most precious memory.
I LOVE shells!

---
1.5k · Jun 2017
chameleon
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
colors  
slide over  
ink-slick
○°○            skin           ○°○
○°○°             °○°○°          ○°○°
○°°○°○stretched○°○°°○
°°○○°○°°○°○°°○°○○°°
a skein of
furtive fabric  
wrought of woe    
and wrested    
from futility  
°°○°○°°○°○°°
pundits posture
○°°○°○°imposing ○°°○°○°
○○°○°°○°°postulating○°°○°°○
○°°○      ○°○their ○°○     ○°°○
○°○°      importance    ○°○°
°○°○°○         ○°°sleek°°○       °○○°○°
°○°○             insolence             °○°○
curls °°○
crafted○°
  churlish
     like a
             pre
          °°         hen
     °°          sile
       °○°○tail    


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/28/2017
I hope this comes out!
1.5k · Apr 2017
Castaway Castle
SøułSurvivør Apr 2017
I was once a castaway
Of an unforgiving sea
I made a castle in the sand
To ease the pain in me

I made the ramparts ten feet tall
The walls were four feet thick
I filled the moat with lots of sharks
I built it brick by brick

I walked the walls most every day
No rescuer about
But I did not want folks to come in
I wished to keep them out!

The sand was cast in hate you see
The mortar my foe's blood
I repaired the walls quite often 'coz
My inner tears would flood

Within the walls, a prisoner,
My anger was my meat
My only water my own tears
They washed about my feet

Finally the water rose,
From weeping, o'r my head
Their waves erroded at the walls
And the SEA was fed!

Whilst the walls were quickly shrinking
A tide, like floods, came in!
All the sharks went out to sea,
My destiny was grim!

I made a fine, tall castle, yes,
Of sand & shells & grout
To shelter me within? Oh no!
To keep my loved ones OUT!

And others unforgiven.
And the ones I hated.
And other prejudices, yes,
That went on unabated...

And so I found a Mighty Rock
Upon which I stood.
I finally found life's meaning, YES!
I finally understood!


Forgiveness? A DECISION.
To put pride on the shelf.
And freeing up your fellow man
You  become FREE YOURSELF.

Though for years, I drank my tears,
My thirst was never slaked.
And hatred's fused & melted sand

Does not a DIAMOND MAKE.



SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/3/2017
I've been writing a book about my Scientology experience. And in doing so I found I had a root of bitterness in me. Not only towards Scientologists, but toward a lot of people who have hurt me in my life. It cost me a great deal of mental anguish. I ended up making a decision to forgive again. Throughout my Christian walk I've had to do this. Forgiving others is not an option. In order to be forgiven by God, you must forgive other people. Think of all the ***** rotten stinking things you've done to others I thought to myself. They may not have forgiven you. But you still need to forgive them. And forgive yourself while you're at it! So I asked God again to give me the willingness to forgive. I made the decision to forgive. And I do forgive. Forgiving does not mean forgetting. You don't let people hurt you over and over again. All it means is that you are relinquishing them of the debt that they owe you. And you, in turn, are forgiven of the debts you owe as well.

Unforgiveness is like self-administered poison. It can cause all kinds of diseases. Cancer is caused by stress. Arthritis can be directly attributed to unforgiveness. One of my major problems physically is osteoarthritis. And there is a strong possibility that I may have cancer. I do not wish to have either of these things obviously. So the first medicine I'm going to take is spiritual....

That's why I call myself SOULSURVIVOR.

I'm writing and reading on the internet again, obviously. See you soon!
1.5k · Apr 2017
Rattletrap Cadillac
SøułSurvivør Apr 2017
There he goes! He's quite a sight!
He's an Ace... a STAR!
The life of him! It's 3 at night
He's just pulled from the bar
He'll blind you... ***** your light
Anywhere you are
Is he cool?... or a blight
He'll **** you with his car....

Rattletrap Cadillac
He's bad to the bone
Rattletrap Cadillac
He goes it alone
Rattletrap Cadillac
He should be goin' home
Rattletrap Cadillac
He'll hit you... then he's GONE.

He just got his SSI
So he's good to go
Drinks as much as he can buy
Hard liquor, don't you know
Has to give driving a try
And he don't go slow
When it comes to DUI
He star's up the SHOW!

[chorus]


The Grim Reaper on the road
He got drunk & stank
He ain't scared... a gun to load
And he ain't shootin' blanks
Jail may be his abode
If he weren't so rank
As to hit, and then just GO
Cuz he drives a tank!

Rattletrap Cadillac
He's bad... he's NATIONWIDE!
Rattletrap Cadillac
With Jack Daniels on his side
Rattletrap Cadillac
Because he won't decide
To hit some trees...
or give up his KEYS
AND GIVE UP HIS PRIDE!.
**


SøuŁSurvivør
(C) 4/18/2017
I saw someone emerging from our alleyway
in a beat up Cadillac. Hence this song...
1.5k · Jun 2015
if you are aging...
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
DON'T:

wear a young person's clothes,
hair styles, glasses
use their writing styles, lingo,
be like the masses

don't go to their hangouts,
or places trendy
they may be "happening"
but they're also quite spendy

don't wear flashy jewels
gaudy lures to attract
because though you're attractive
you may just lack tact

for if you're over sixty
or look like you are
you'll seem SO much older
in that muscle car!

DO:

make folk laugh
and wear a wide smile
get out in the sun
walk that extra mile!

keep your clothing modest
with a classic air
whatever you do
stay away from BIG HAIR!

write like your age
you have wisdom and grace
you can KNOW their slang
but also use taste

as most of you know
though you FEEL young
your body IS aging
your heart and your lungs

so take it easy, it isn't a sin
to walk a bit slower
you'll be no has-been!

most of all, folks,
be those young people's GOAL

ADORN YOUR GREY HEAD
WITH GEMS OF THE
SOUL**


soulsurvivor
(C) 6/3/2015
1.5k · Sep 2016
light rose
SøułSurvivør Sep 2016
pluck not the light
that blooms

tucked away in roses
which illuminate
the caverns of the

heart


for the petals
glow with phosphorus

the stamens spark
embers embracing eons

the stems are
entwined in the fingers
of the age old dreams of
enlightenment

the thorns
draw the blood of
angels
and
demons
alike

pluck not the light
of the blossom
which heals
wounds
wound
'round the

soul


touch not the
graceful
flower
from
an
alternate
gravity

it is not ours to hold

it's roots
reach down to


STARS


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/4/2016
I'm going to try to read all day today. I have a lot to catch up on. Please be patient with me. I never skim poetry. It is meant to be inhaled with reverence. Its scent fills my senses and often I am inspired to write. Thank you for understanding.

YOU'RE ALL AWESOME!
1.5k · Aug 2016
Let Me See Through Your Eyes
SøułSurvivør Aug 2016
As I sit in the station
A kid comes into view
Extremely obnoxious
Raunchy and rude
He wears lots of spikes
Has piercings galore
Wears his hair in a mohawk
Biker boots on the floor
My Flesh wants to judge him
As a Punk and a Freak
But my spirit is willing
For Your eyes to seek...

Oh, give me Your vision
Let me see through Your eyes
Let me not judge the lost ones
In no way despise
They could be Your jewels
They could be Your prize
Oh, let me be gentle
Let me see through Your eyes


I go to a restaurant
And there at the place
Stands a derelict person
With pain in his face
He stares at my burger
And it is clear
He's starving hungry
And covets my beer
Do I move from the window
And relinquish my seat?
Or buy him a burger
And french fries to eat...

Chorus

There's a lesbian woman
Next door where I am
She has a Butch haircut
Is hooked with a femme
She has a loud voice
A masculine walk
We never converse
We never talk
We say polite things
Goodbye & hello
But she might be hurting
How could I know?

Chorus

Jesus I'm blind
I'm deaf & I'm mute
I want Your compassion
I want to bear fruit
Let me see through Your eyes
Let me hear with Your ears
Let me speak with Your voice
Assuage all their fears
Give me Your hands
To dry all their tears

Chorus

The enemy waits
To tell them his lies
Let me feel Your mercy

Let me see through Your eyes


SoulSurvivor
(C) 8/31/2016
My mother and brother are back from their vacation. Now I can return to the site. I won't be on as much as I used to be, but I'm very happy to write and read again!

Thank you for reading! I hope perhaps a melody came into your head as you read this song... I just wrote it this morning so I don't have one yet. I'll be working on it...

HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY!

-
1.5k · Dec 2015
Proof of Redemption
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
>>>===>♡<===<<<

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) 12/1/201
I am not proud of my
former addiction nor actions

... but i am unashamedly a believer
upon the Lord Jesus Christ.

HE SAVED MY LIFE.
1.5k · Sep 2014
Buds
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Hibiscus
growing in a
*** too small
for its fragile
root system.
Budding
small
the
B
L
O
S
S
O
M
S
used to be the
size of a hand
and are now
the size of
poppies


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 17, 2014
Just sitting on my porch
Noticing things like this
1.5k · Sep 2014
estuary
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
at the end of my fantasy
reality gapes



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 28, 2014
At random
SøułSurvivør Sep 2016
God.
Creator of all things.
So Glorious and Beautiful that
not even the angels can look at Him.
The seraphim fly around His throne,
two of their six wings covering their faces.
They stir the Holy Waters into swirls and eddys of translucent rainbows. Then they sing and sing and sing of his Glory and Majesty. I believe not only because they were made to do so... but also because they glimpse His Shekinah Glory between their feathers!

Accolades to the Most High.
The river of life, The Fountain of truth,
where wisdom dwells and love is alive.
The true physician, salvifically laboring
to heal warped characters of
despondent creatures.
Will you drink from the eternal spring
and be revived?


There are many springs,
there are many wells,
from which to draw.
But they are empty holes
which cannot fill.
Broken cisterns...
which cannot hold water.
Will you come to Him?
To the True Well of all wells?
To the Fountain of Living Waters,
Who alone can quench your
soul's thirst?
All praise and glory be
to the One who alone is
The Water of Life.
All praise and glory and honour
to the One whose voice is like
the sound of many waters.
Will you come to Him?
That you might never thirst.
Again.



SoulSurvivor.
Jamie King.
The Faithful Dreamer*.
What an honor it is to work with these two talented poets! Thank you so much, Jamie and TFD, for wonderful writing! You're awesome!

The God we serve is so awesome, also!
Worthy of Praise, Honor and Glory forever! Thank you for all you do, Jesus!

Thank you for reading us... We appreciate you! God bless!

<{{{><
1.5k · Feb 2016
Elrond
SøułSurvivør Feb 2016
here's a tale I will tell
of the supreme Master
of Rivendell
elfin Lord, just and wise
knowledge deep as elvish skies
darkly handsome, unearthly fair
silver circlet, midnight hair
greatest Power for him alone
eyes as deep as river stones
grey and lustrous, holding grace
broad of shoulder, fair of face
aquiline nose, chiseled jaw
Master of the Elves. Their law.
of his mercy his people sing
possessor of the elvish Ring
one of three, such Power possessed
he's the Lord, and thusly blessed
he's seen grief and was forsaken
his beloved wife was taken
to Mordor and was in suffering bound
with the Orcs deep underground
father of the maid Arwen
who's in love with the human King
deep pain of mind, Elrond's aware
that he must leave this daughter there
in human kingdom Middle Earth
for her love has lifetime worth
but Strider will soon pass away
while Arwen has immortal days
though her love's surpassing fine
she will one day weep and pine
without her husband, all alone
for her people will be gone
they will one day sail far
following an elvish star
and of Frodo he's aware
the Hobbit will go to Sauron's lair
generous, gentle, yet supremely strong
he will help Frodo along
elvish war-mail and provision
he directs with great vision

noble King of Rivendell
at once gracious
yet mighty, fell
his word, ever,
is his bond
Hobbit friend
the great

ELROND


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/5/2016
I have a great love for
JRR Tolkien
If you have never read
The Hobbit
or his Ring series
you should

Reading is better than movies!
1.5k · Jun 2015
female
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
\"""/,,,,,\"""/,,,,,\"""/

the world has made us pregnant
with words


WORDS
which we birthe

ONE
by

ONE

for we are female
as a
mare
as a
plain brown sparrow

~~~

nature has endowed
us with the ability

~~< to write >~~

of the blood which
comes every
month

of the pain a male
would never
understand

the agony of birthing
the

~~~<《 WORDS 》>~~~

that's why Diana is goddess
of moon and hunt
Demeter
the goddess of
fertility and harvest
and Venus is the

~~~<( MORNING STAR )>~~~

she wakes us up

and her beautiful son
Cupid
speaks the language
of

~~~<♡( £♡¥€)♡>~~~


SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/12/2001
I wrote this poem many years ago
This is for all of us ladies!

POETESS you RULE!!!

~~~<♡>~~~
1.4k · Jul 2016
violets and viola
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
-

upside down
butterflies
twirling

tin
sun
spins

fat raindrops
splatter
against
piccalo
wind chimes

staccato sound
drifts

an oboe car
horn
a far street
away

alto tympany
of liquid
from the
gutters

striking the
kettle drum earth

basso profundo
voices
a dark backlit
choir
from
the

clouds
rumbling
along

tree limbs
sawing

violets

and

viola
a symphony of
rain tonight

-
1.4k · Apr 2017
where sun and moon collide
SøułSurvivør Apr 2017
~~<♢>~~

i go out to meditate
what is it do i spy?
there, a ghostly gallion
rides the morning sky
floating on the crests of cloud
mare's tails sweeping high
moon, once proud, once dominant
the sun has made her shy
drunken in her swooning heart
she's surfeit with rye
now reaching the misty mountains
hidden from my eye
she, mystery incarnate
at last, goes down to die
in the arms of ocean's  trenches
for a while she lies
in night's darkness resurrected
gently, she will rise
in some foreign land or other
in a different guise

but how i love these mornings

when sun and moon collide


SøułSurvivør
(C) 4/17/2017
My front porch is my sanctuary.
I love mornings when the moon is just a wraith in the china blue sky!
These are special mornings.

It's going to be a special day!
1.4k · Aug 2015
creation speaks
SøułSurvivør Aug 2015
"""@,,,,@""'@,,,,@"""


sing to the King of kings
worship our mighty Lord
maker of everything
mountain to shore

sing of His faithfulness
worship His Holy Name
bow to His countanance
always the same

bring Him a song of hope
bring Him a song of faith
sing Him a song of love
all who have breath

creation speaks aloud
stars have their tales to tell
waves on the distant shores
whisper in shells

all of earth's creatures
cry out their stories
listen and you will hear
God's Glory

they bring Him songs of hope
they bring Him songs of faith
they sing Him songs of love
unto their death

lost ones speak muteness
people without a spark
closed mouths of unbelief
sleep in the dark

Lord, wake the silent ones
open their ears to hear
part lips to cry out loud
with love and fear

let them join in the choir
teach them a new thing
let every mouth proclaim

Christ Jesus King


soulsurvivor
(C) 2/26/2009
This is my Sunday morning song
I've been singing to God today
I will try to post a worship song
On the Lord's day every week
1.4k · Nov 2014
winter haiku
SøułSurvivør Nov 2014
~~~

black birds cluster in
barren winter trees like leaves...
... caw loquaciously

lone dove on far branch
shivers in the frigid wind
then she flies away

she goes far beyond
the subtle pink sunrise to
a place of summer


(c) soulsurvivor
All three of these should be
Classic 5/7/5 form.
Please let me know if they are not!
SøułSurvivør May 2017
The Dragon's Egg

To understand my addiction
You have to know the
Back-story.

I was born in the dead of
Winter. Wednesday's child...
Full of woe. I was a preemie.
Mom fell on her stomach while
On a chair trying to change a
Lightbulb. As unpreposessing
A child as ever was born...

I won't go into my childhood
Difficulties too much, as they
Might prompt your judgment
Upon my parents. They were
Not really at fault. They did
The best they could based
Upon *their
childhoods and
Limitations....

Mom was sick.
A great deal. The victim of
Horrific migraine headaches
And an undiagnosed (therefore
Untreated) bi-polar condition.
She had aspirations of being an
Actor. She really should never
Have had three children. She
Simply couldn't handle it. I was
Born only 16 months after her
Firstborn, my sister Chris. This
Definitely didn't help matters.
Then, because my little brother
Mark was born just as her
Acting career took off, she had
Much less time for my sister
And I. She had a newborn, a
Career, a husband and
Postpartum depression. Chris
And I (and eventually Mark)
Were neglected. Not really
Mom's fault. It was what
It was...

Dad was a complex man.
A hot-tempered stoic. A hard
Worker who hated manual
Labor. A war hero who also
Became a runner (he would
Become a severe
Alcoholic - an addiction he
eventually overcame).
A generous miser.
A cultured plebian.
A spiritually minded atheist.

I don't blame him. But the
Last dichotomy was our
Downfall. We were
disallowed from church. Went
To an atheist Sunday School.
We learned about all the world
Religions save Christianity.
Or maybe I missed THAT lesson.
But as a result I had no real
Moral compass to live by. My
Parents tried to teach us
Ethical behavior, but because
Jesus and the Holy Spirit weren't
A part of the equation it was
Doomed to failure. One can't
Simply be "moral" or "ethical".
Without Jesus, we are all
Rank sinners. Sorry if this
Offends some of you. But it's
TRUE. Jesus paid the price.
Only faith in Him can make
A person right with the Father.
All else is vanity. My father
Spent his lifetime trying to be
A "good" man. He tried to
Be a "good" husband. A "good"
Father. But his efforts
Always stymied by lack
Of the essential puzzle piece....

JESUS**.
I wanted to read this afternoon,
But this work kept gnawing at
My concentration. Now I can
Go back to reading. Thanks!
1.4k · Nov 2015
rez
SøułSurvivør Nov 2015
rez
did you have a
good thanksgiving?
not to bring you down
but the people who
first helped the whites
are the poorest folk around.

the Nations of Lakota
the Navajo. the Sioux
they live their lives despairingly
not knowing what to do.

these people have rich heritage
some live off the land.
but the rez may not be able
to give them ground to stand.

what Caucasian people
gave the native folk
were the parts unwanted
a disgrace!  a joke!

some put up casinos
to "help" them in their plight
but much of this income
is wrenched from them by the white!

drugs and "fire water"
are a great deal to blame
for destruction of a culture
which bears noble name!

I have read the stories
of Gallup New Mexico
of many deaths of citizens
of the nation Navajo

because intoxication
and the bitter cold
have them sleeping under cars
or so the stories told.

when the owner of the vehicle
gets in and drives away
they run over the poor drunkard
who dies where they lay.

other grave conditions
have these people fraught
they have no essentials
we don't give a thought.

don't want to be crass
don't want to be gross
but they have no toilet paper
use newspaper! or worse!

there are churches. charity
but the folk are proud
they have basic dignity
this is not allowed.

but you can help their Nations
by giving to THEM
the worthy tribal leaders
will help them once again.

I felt lead to write this
I am SO concerned
they are the source of inspiration
by a great respect
they've earned.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/27/2015
Google search for
contributing to worthy
Tribal areas.

The poorest are the Souix
in South Dakota. The Navajo
to name just a few.

Land grabs by the whites, etc.
are becoming a real problem.
The government only contributes
to this injustice! The tribal leaders
gave our illustratrious president
the "honor" of receiving an
"Indian" name. Chief Walking Eagle.
He was overjoyed! But the irony was
they gave him that title because
"He is too full of sh*t to FLY!" LOL!

What was done to the Nations
is a national disgrace. I am mostly
white. But I am 1/16 of the Nation
of Iroquois. God has put these people
on my heart. And the Nations of the
Southwest also. We have a
RESPONSIBILITY TO HELP.
God is ENRAGED BY THEIR
TREATMENT. HE WILL JUDGE US
FOR HOW WE TREAT THEM.

Jesus is a God for ALL people.
He had dark skin and
woolly hair. The bible states
this plainly in the book of
Revelation.

DEAL WITH IT!
1.4k · Jan 2016
my father [10W]
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
~~<♡>~~

my
father
sleeps
a
lot
now

he
prefers
his

dreams



SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/3/2016
My dad will be 91 in February.

He's almost completely deaf
and losing touch with reality.
He is a music lover but
cannot hear it
except

when

he

sleeps

:'(
1.4k · Feb 2015
Juliet's final soliloquy
SøułSurvivør Feb 2015
Written for a challenge on my
former site... he wanted us to
rewrite Shakespheare...
a daunting task to say the least!
I can only hope that I
did The Bard justice!


O! Wretched Stars!
Look not down upon this maid!
Your wheels moved well upon
your merciless plans so laid!
You cross' d conspirators!
You... content in your spheres...
do you not find my eyes stricken...
... with tears!

O! Morose and meddlesome Moon!
So swollen full!
Let not this dagger pulled
from my loves gold'n sheath be dull!
You... gliding the uncaring sky
as ship with sail...
let mean, pernicious fate take me...
... your winds prevail!
Take me to where
my lover doth wait...
... take me to shroud, I prithee...
... to my mate!

O! My fairest husband!
Do not lie so still!
Can you not kiss me this last time. ..
... by force of will?
Can you not, with your
fair hand instead,
Take slender blade
and pierce my bossom
til it be bloom'd rose red?!!

Romeo... Romeo!
Wherefore art thou Romeo?
At last you're dead...
... and thus without a name...
As in the halls of graves
... all occupants the SAME!

A pox on your house!
A noisome pestilence!
And thee, o dagger?
Come and take me themce!
As for my house? Let them lie
with palsey in their beds...

... but not 'til this sweet dagger
finds me... its host... DEAD.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/26/2014
This is EXACTLY how I would feel
if my love died. I don't know if I
would carry out the act...

.... but I would die INSIDE.
1.4k · Sep 2015
rest
SøułSurvivør Sep 2015
---

Come unto me, all ye who labor
and are heavy laden,
and I will give you rest."

Jesus

Matthew 11:28
More beautiful poetey
has scarcely been writen

TO ALL MY POETFRIENDS
ON LABOR DAY

Sorry I haven't been able to get
on the site - the lady who helps
me with the chores just had
an operation and also because
it is Labour day I want her
to rest and get well

The work still must needs be done
So yours truly is doing it

Please pray for the lady who works
for my family. Her name is Melody.

THANKS!

♡ Catherine
1.4k · Nov 2016
feathers
SøułSurvivør Nov 2016
.  
                                  //////    
                                    /////////      
                                   feathers///
                              are as/////
                                     cloud canyons
                                 they are as///
                              angel hair///
                            or they are///
                          as black as//
                        doom // the///
                            color of despair  
                        they are bright  
                  as parrots//////
                    emerald rainbow
              hues // rubies //
               topaz // peridot //
              deepest sapphire
          blue // but the ///
            best thing about      
        feathers // or /////    
           plumes if you poets    
      will /// if they are      
      slipped // if they are    
clipped /// they /////    
make a clever //////      
Q                                  
U                                        
I                     ­                       
L                                        ­      
L                                                
========­====================


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/14/2016
I hope this comes out!
1.4k · Apr 2016
a portrait of my lover
SøułSurvivør Apr 2016
I sketch a face
strong of bone
'tis my love
'tis my own

planes of cheek
line of jaw
insistent flesh
sinews raw

something female
in your long curls
but it's plain
that you like girls

I consider
as I mix the paint
I wish to render,
captivate

your sweet fleshtones
rich and warm
The tan quality
of arm

mixing pink
burnt umber, gold
I use brushstrokes
deft and bold

a touch of green
'round your eye's fire
black pupils swollen
with desire

chestnut hair
and eyes of blue
I have finally
captured you

won't put this painting
on my wall
'nor place it in
an attic small

I'll place it in
my heart's museum
a room where
I will always see him

he'll be near
I'll bring him hence
always in remembrance

in him life
I will embue
he is the imagery of

YOU


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/10/2016
For my love

I'm sorry I haven't been reading!
Life is hectic for me these days
I want to rectify this today!
1.4k · Mar 2014
Heirloom
SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
The greatest legacy
You'll get from parents

Are their genes.

10W
Soul Survivor
My dad is 89 in February
My mom is 81

I thank God for my parents.
1.4k · Dec 2015
¿winner?
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
¿?¿?¿?¿








those who gain
at other's expense

LOSE BEFORE THEY BEGIN



SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/17/2015
YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE

You are parasitic organisms
with moral dipsticks
two quarts below
BONE DRY

Fox Mulder said that on
X-Files
I don't claim to be its author

Just as I DON'T have multiple accounts
(contrary to popular belief... due to
a certain someone or someones who are
TROLLING ME)

I've made mistakes.
I've owned up to them.
I DON'T GO SPREADING RUMORS ABOUT

Y O U

You should honestly be
ASHAMED

and you claim to be
"GODLY"

that frosts me more than
A N Y T H I N G

-
1.4k · Jul 2015
cicada
SøułSurvivør Jul 2015
haiku**

buzzing, whirring (click)
bug eyes, and a face like a car
from nineteen fourty's!


soulsurvivor
(C) 7/14/2015
I swear to goodness
they have a front end
like a car's grille!

Summer somehow
would not be summer
without the buggers!

Going off site for now
see you back later

---
1.4k · Jan 2017
Upside-down Tree
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
There's a tree in modern-day
That grows its upside down
It flourishes unnoticed
Not even a frown
It's all roots and rotting dirt
An ugly shade of brown

The rainstorms never touch it
Yet it always seems to grow
Where the low shrub is headed
No one seems to know
It's a metaphor for wrongness
For hate, and greed, and woe



                      Deep under the soil
There are blossoms and green leaves
Yes, they are now unseen
But no one seems to grieve
They are pressed into the dirt
And dirt They will receive

But those leaves and blossoms
To the bright gold branches cling
They are kindness, goodness
Still they softly sing
They don't mind unfairness
No protest do they bring
For they are well-nourished

By a pure underground SPRING


SoulSurvivor
(C)1/28/2017
Inspiration from Mike Hauser's latest poem
Upon the same subject... now days  what's
Right is Wrong  & vice versa!

-
1.4k · Sep 2016
A poet's sky
SøułSurvivør Sep 2016
~~~

I picked up my feeble pen
To metaphor the sky
But I could not do it
No matter how I tried!

Clouds, like pale amoebas
Slow but surely climb...
No. That's too earthy
For something so Sublime!

Clouds, like clumps of cotton
Roll across the Moon...
No. Clouds, like wispy hair
Flow over a balloon... NO!

Clouds, pale sheer paisley silk
Slide over the moon's breast....

Yes! I DO like THAT one!
My pen can finally rest!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/13/2016
I was not going to write tonight. But that sky... I could not resist writing about it!

Got to go to sleep now... goodnight all!

-
1.4k · Aug 2016
Razors Edge
SøułSurvivør Aug 2016
The sun went to bed angry.
It sliced itself on the razor's edge of the mountains. Bleeding all over the sky. Rivulets of blood seeping down into the dry River beds. Mars couldn't even soothe it. He glowed red in the sky. Its fury made the moon blood.

Then the sun woke up on the wrong side of the sheets. Dawn was depressed and looked like sludge. Morose clouds muffle my breath. Weakened my lungs cry out for air... And find only fog. The kind of fog that gives you asthma. I have COPD in my emotions, and dust has seeped into my brain.

I call out to the only relief I know. My words bounce off the sky. But later that day a single sunbeam burst through the clouds,  highlighting a pair of butterflies dancing together.

God moves in mysterious ways his wonders to perform...


SoulSurvivor
(C) 8/15/2016
I've been in a depression. With everything that's been happening in my household (I care for two very elderly parents) I have been overwhelmed. Thank you for being patient with me. I'm just going thru a lot right now...

-
1.4k · Mar 2015
Jazzy Blue Rose
SøułSurvivør Mar 2015
---


C'mon, c'mon
My jazzy blue rose,
Let's put on some vinyl
And see how it goes...

We've finished the day,
Now it's a done deal.
Let's snuggle our hips
And see how it feels...

Let's take a long trip
Down memory lane,
Let's go horizontal
Again and again...

But for right now
It's a vertical groove,
I'll hold you close...

... feel you poet heart MOVE!!!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2014
I imagine my love singing this to me...
... only I know the TUNE...
... I'll have to teach it to him... <3
1.4k · May 2015
old people
SøułSurvivør May 2015
---

old people are fascinating
like thick books
so full of life

it's a great shame
some are so full of

death, too.


soulsurvivor
rewrite (c) 5/13/2015
written in 2014
There ARE many elderly
who are vivacious,
but, especially in nursing homes
they just wait to die.
Tragedy.

---
1.4k · Feb 2017
The SCIENTOLOGY Rap
SøułSurvivør Feb 2017
They are in the movies
They are on TV
You'll want everything they "have"
But, baby, it ain't free
They go about streets looking
I think you will agree
They will make you "better"
You, too, can be OT!
Just like John Travolta
Tom Cruise, Kirstie Ally
They target you to have you test
Your personality

Do you REALLY feel good?
Or are you kinda stuck?
Are you checking every box?
Or are you out of luck?
Well! They have the answers
To bring you from the muck!
YES. It is expensive
A few THOUSAND BUCKS!
You want to keep on paying?
Out those thousands shuck!

You do your engram Clearing
You do your TRs
You go through them religiously
You do them for hours
But you feel no better
And still the money showers...

Finally you're OT VIII
You're way past being "Clear"
But you still feel angry
You still have a lot of fear
On top of that you are in debt!
Your LIFE is in AREARS!
If you decide to LEAVE them
They'll pester you for YEARS!

If you go on staff
Folks, it is much WORSE
They'll own your life
A BILLIONS YEARS! They will be a CURSE!
But THAT is for another time
I'll tell you, of course
For now I will not speak of that

Then I'll SHOUT until I'm HOARSE!!!


Catherine E Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
(c) 2/22/2017
I've decided to go on Hello Poetry, Twitter, and Facebook to FIGHT this odious
Cult. They've hurt THOUSANDS
perhaps MILLIONS with their pernicious
policies. They nearly destroyed MY LIFE.

I will be on HP occasionally.
But, my fellow poets, I MUST DO THIS!
If I can stop ONE PERSON from becoming
entangled in their web of deceit & destruction
it will be WORTH IT!

I STILL LOVE & PRAY FOR YOU ALL!
1.4k · Jun 2015
offering of nature's grace
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
~~~<¤>~~~

the willow tree
great grace is found
in drooping branch
slight soughing sound
by a liquid crystal stream
where your tendrel'd
boughs are seen

breath stills til
in the breeze you're heard
your sigh and softly singing word
lifted up as on soft cloud
it is as though you
weep aloud

gently does your poetry
open eyes to those who see
and with each story
you have told
there's further grace
unto our souls



soulsurvivor
(c) 6/7/2015
dedicated to
weeping willow


~~~<¤>~~~
1.4k · Mar 2014
Mamalaria Blossom ~ Short
SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
Fuchsia hat sits rakishly
upon a platinum blonde head
of close cropped spines.

Sun glints in her curls.


Soul Survivor
Mamalaria are cacti.
They grow in clumps of little
Heads that look like
*******.
My father has one.
Theres one large
Growth that looks for all the
World like a head.
And it has only one fuchsia
Blossom...

Hence the poem.
1.4k · May 2015
bleeding hearts
SøułSurvivør May 2015
---

one       day
when love fills up
on rain which is
scarlet hued
a flower
the

heart     which
grows wild and is
never cut for the
table woos us
with the
same

fervor     within
as a red rose or bird
of paradise lost in
the jungle or as
orchid bloom
burgeons
we

can      know
this flower only as
the bleeding heart
all baby's breath
queen Anne's
lace and the
pure

daisy

all other     flowers
listen to the music played
by the beauty of a heart
broken but yet strong
a bard who has the
key to your pale
forgotten
dream



soulsurvivor
5/4/2015
There is an actual flower known
as the Bleeding Heart

It hamgs like a fuchsia

---
1.4k · Jan 2015
breakdancing
SøułSurvivør Jan 2015
~~~


is the heart
that refuses to love
unbreakable?

or is it

*broken already?
Never give up on love

~~~
1.4k · Dec 2015
☆new°°••☆
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
as i wish
upon a star
this lonely
new year's eve
i won't be
going anywhere
and yet i will
not grieve
i only hope
the gift i wish
will surely
be received

i ask
providence
in heaven
for the blessings
of your youth
that you'd dream
just as a child
and those
dreams will become
TRUTH

that ink would flow
from wells so deep
that starlight's
in the quill
that the parchment's
as endless
as the measure
of your
will

and then
i would that
galaxies
scintillating
there
where they shook
wherever you look
in the
fireworks
glare

that each star
that winks above
as far as
you can see
will be a blessing given
and you'll know
it's from

ME


HAPPY NEW YEAR!

your friend
Catherine


°°•☆°°''♡••°°☆
1.4k · Nov 2016
From a Grateful Soul's Heart
SøułSurvivør Nov 2016
~~♡~~

From a grateful Soul's heart
I feel the need
To thank you for loving
In thought and in deed

I left for a long time
Didn't say where I was
Didn't give a goodbye  
Didn't make a big fuss

And here I come back
With no word of my life
Didn't tell you the details
Of my burdens and strife

Let me just telling you
That there's been no lack.
But you asked no questions
And accepted me back!

I just cannot tell you
What that means to me.
But I want you to know
And I want you to see.

I've thought of you often
And prayed for you more
I did not know then
What was in store

I returned to HP
Didn't have to atone
You opened your arms...

And WELCOMED ME HOME!

Now I rest easy
I can make a new start
The timing is perfect
From a grateful Soul's heart!

♡ Catherine
'Nuf said.
SøułSurvivør Nov 2014
Would that Man
were like the sky
Which doesn't fuss
when clouds roll by.

Would that he
were like the wind
In patience blowing
rock to sand

Would that he
were like a bee
The common good
is all he sees!

Would that Man
were like the rain
Which mourns when
someone is in pain.

Would that he
was like the ant
Who is wise
won't say "I can't..."

Would that he
be like a tree
Safe heaven's
in its canopy.

Would that man
were like the bird
Grumbling
is never heard.

Would that Man
were like a cloud
But he's like thunder.
Warlike. Loud.

Could he be
more like a flower?
It knows that it
will last but hours.

Would that Man
were like the seas
Which only dances
in a storm's breeze!

Would that he
be like hard ground
Trodden...
... but a sprout is found!

Would that he
be like a fire
Warmth and sparks...
... his heart inspires!

He could be a
mountain range
Solid and in peace arranged.

Would that Man be like the sun
Shining down on everyone!

But Man is not like nature's best
As this world will attest.

If he'd look at her
then he would see
Then, finally,
he would be FREE


(C) The Raven
(C) SoulSurvivor
The Raven:
Be more concerned with our
character than our reputation.
The first is who we REALLY are,
and the latter is merely
what others THINK we are.

Poetic difference;
Reputation is what people say
in front of our TOMBSTONE.
Character is what the angels say
before GOD'S THRONE.

SoulSurvivor;
When God made our earth
and its creatures,
He said, "It is good."
Only MAN FELL.
The earth and its creatures
have been suffering ever since.

I would like to thank The Raven.
He was a wonderful collaborator!
Thanks my friend!

~~~
SøułSurvivør Sep 2018
How do I even start this text?
What words to use?
What should come next?
In my body, no longer vexed!

I can't remember this good feeling!
My mind is giddy!
My senses reeling!
I finally received a healing!
You best believe
I have been kneeling...
No devil brood to do more stealing!

I was ill. Terribly cursed.
I went to the doctor
Expecting the worst
His response was not rehearsed...
My kidney problem was reversed!

I had a problem on many points
Uric acid in my joints

I had a fog inside my brain
I felt tired, my body strained.
My whole system felt restrained.
My tears made my pillow stained.

Oh! But now I am so elated!
All the symptoms have abated!
Everything in us is related!
More progress anticipated!

I might even find a job!
There's Someone I wish to applaud
Don't find it strange.
Don't find it odd...

I give ALL the PRAISE TO GOD!!!


Cathy Jarvis
9/27/2018
My kidney function has reversed! I was nearly in kidney failure... But now I am healed by the stripes of Jesus Christ! I will be bold about talking about HIM. I owe him everything. The uric acid in my joints has gone down significantly, and the same had affected my brain. There are a lot of other changes, also. Thanks for reading! ♡♡♡
1.4k · Jun 2015
creating destroyed
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
i


the
weak mountain
sent it's pale blue streaks
into the river
she accepted by
sneaking them
to their
final breath
in
the
sea


ii


fire
two years
of drought
tear
the source of rain
in twain
the water witches dance like
dervishs turn and toss
for the wine
on

your


table


iii


the fabrics
of the other side
slashed by
a single syllable of
lightning
the clouds cover
the

abashed

face

of

Venus



iiii


press
the world's
face to the glass
and all it sees
is a mirror
an enormous eye
staring
toward
God
his blue muscles ripple
the tsunami spoils
for a fight
the

golden

spires

engulfed in

wet

flame


soulsurvivor
(c) 6/4/2015
nature takes by force
what is not given

resistance is futile
all the works of man
are as bacterium to a
Tyrantesaurus Rex

---
1.4k · Mar 2017
IF I STAND ALONE
SøułSurvivør Mar 2017
This is a message to Scientology 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
SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/1/2017
It looks like I'm in a battle with some odious trolls on Twitter. They're trying to discredit me. I'm not going to try to fight them. It would only feed them. I doubt they will, but if they do succeed in separating me from my friends I will still fight. The Church of Scientology may have taken everything else from me. But it can't take away my spirit. I've gone it alone before.
I trust my friends, though. They know of my sufferings. And they know that they are not feigned. I'm going to trust God. And I'm going to trust my friends. They were put in my life for a reason. If I am going to fight effectively I will need some support. And they do give me that. I'm so glad of it!

I'm sorry I'm not here to read as much as I have been in the past. I love you folks, too. It's just so the Church of Scientology has hurt so many people. I need to be a voice on Twitter and Facebook where I can reach a lot of people at once. I hope you understand... if you only knew what that unbelievably evil organization did to me and to so many other people you would definitely agree that I'm doing the right thing. Please pray for me, or send good thoughts. I'm in the fight of my life.

♡♡♡ I LOVE YOU!!! ♡♡♡

~
1.4k · Mar 2015
beautiful sadness
SøułSurvivør Mar 2015
^~~~~^~~~^


poets are in love
with things of pathos fair
the lure that draws the moth
to the flame's despair

the insect caught in amber
the mateless bird that sings
the colors of the sun that's died
the fairie with no wings

the gnarled, lifeless tree
grass o'r grave's slight swell
the stream that's choked with bracken
the sound of empty shells

the sweetness of the voice
that sings the doom'd femme
the consumptive Mimi
in Puchini's La Boheme

butterflies on velvet
stricken, gently spread
affixed with a pin
tho lovely, they are dead

the vampire is so sensual
tho their victims end is dreer
the eye that is the brightest blue

always sheds the tear


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2014
^~~~^~~~^
1.4k · Jan 2016
Scrapbook
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
I had a scrapbook deep and thick
I read it in the night
I burned the candle to the wick
A precarious light

In it there were photographs
And clippings by the score
Of every wrong and every shaft
That'd pierced me to the core

I kept my quill at my right hand
And in the margins wrote
My hourglass had lost its sand
My eyes began to float

This book was worn with constant care
The dogeared pages bent
I was constantly to share
Of those I did resent

Time came 'round to find me sick
Ailing from the frost
Of a cold poison dark and thick
I knew that all was lost

I bent closer, smelt the book
It was the book itself!
I'd recover, all it took
Was to place it on the shelf!

And so the scrapbook lost allure
I closed it with a snap
The health of soul I then assured
I placed on pen its cap


Close your books, my dearest friends
And in the end you'll see
Your spiritual health you will amend

You'll finally be FREE!



SoulSurvivor
(C)1/28/2016
I went to a small prayer meeting yesterday.
I told them of my pain and angst
due to unforgiveness I my heart.
They told me of the analogy above.
They used just this metaphor.
You don't FEEL forgiveness.
It's a DECISION. YOU JUST DO IT.
And when unforgiving thoughts come back
You simply DO NOT ENTERTAIN THEM.

BLESS THOSE WHO HATE YOU
AND PRAY FOR THEM.

I have found praying for enemies the
Single greatest tool to forgiveness.

Remember, you aren't doing it
For THEM ONLY.
YOU'RE DOING IT FOR YOURSELF!

---
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