a stitch in time saves nine~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~one kind word can prevent a eulogy.

The height of love
When lost
Is the depth of grief sustained...
I loved to the third heaven
And am now in the
Lowest Hell.

-

The icon above is now
officially a WORD.

It actually made "Word of the Year".
IN OXFORD.

I'm glad.
It exactly expresses my feelings right now.

I was laden with burdens.
I mentally pictured them placed,
like the cross, upon Jesus' shoulders.

THEY ARE GONE!

I prayed with my former pastor
the other day. He prayed i would have a
New song in my heart.
IT'S THERE.
I can feel it!

I must go off site and get it down.
I will be back soon.

I just want you to know there IS JOY
IN THIS LIFE! It belongs to God.

Joy unspeakable and full of GLORY!

Please go to the site search engine.
Type in "Salvation Story by SoulSurvivor".
Click on "poems". There are only a few.
This is the reason for the
hope within me.

There ARE other paths.
I have tried them ALL.
I AM NOT TELLING UNTRUTH.

Atheism
Agnosticism
Transcendental Meditation
Self Realization Fellowship
Buddhism
A smattering of Hinduism
Tao
Scientology
New Age Christianity
Native "American" folkloric Shamanism
(I bought fetishes and one
is still kept by my father)
Alcoholics Anonymous God Faith

NOTHING WORKED
OVER THE LONG HAUL.

Only faith in Jesus Christ saved me.

LITERALLY.


I seldom get up on my soapbox about this.
But, folks, what I found is REAL...

If you wish to ask me more
You may reach me
via the site message system.

I'm only writing this because
I truly love you ALL.
I SEE SO MANY STRUGGLING!
Maybe, just maybe, this is
the answer.

For YOU.



P E A C E (out).

♡ Cathy

A face.
Forehead.
Two eyes.
One nose.
Mouth.
Cheeks.
Chin.

Geometry unlike a snowflake...
... but no two are exactly alike!

somewhere
between
midnight
and
a

dream


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/29/2016

A ten word poem...

... equivalent
to a four minute song!

Old enough to bloom...
... too young to touch.


8W
Soul Survivor

... would not be "liked" today.
We wouldn't want to read about
What those poets had to say.

Death, war, babies napalmed,
Would not be thought so great.
To read of the "Red Scarves"
We'd not appreciate!

This, my friends, does worry me.
In fact, it gives a chill,
For if poets do not write of it...

... who do you think WILL???


Soul Survivor

'm glad that I have forgiveness
I make so many mistakes
I walk at Great unforgiveness
Do 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

EXPOSING SCIENTOLOGY BELIEFS

I've told you 'bout the *GENESIS
Of our universe
What the folks of Scientology
Promote and dispurse
Check out my last poem
If you're interested, of course
But the "thetans" (rhymes with satan)
Agreed upon this CURSE!

We existed, just like gods
Upon a higher plane
Our origin, it seems,
Is as yet unexplained
Folks, is this for REAL???
Or is this knowledge FEIGNED.

We "Agreed" to live a bunch of lives
In space and here below.
We've lived inROBOT BODIES!
Yeah! R2D2 don't you know!
Bodies made of silicon
Bodies made of H2O!
Just GO with the FLOW!
Yep... Tom Cruise BELIEVES THIS!
He's HOOKED through the NOSE!
We now have these "meat bodies"
They're EXPENDABLE. And so
They have no real value.
They just come & go.
And this carbon form's JUST MEAT.
SO THE MEATHEADS PUT ON SHOWS!

And this ends the third segment
Of our basic course.
Scientology 101. WE are the driving force
Their beliefs completely shut out GOD
HE'S PUT IN A HEARSE
Yet some PASTORS FOLLOW THEM!

Yep. It is a FARCE!**

Catherine E Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/24/2017

~~~  




**No matter what you do
That clock still ticks on...

The bane of my existence
As a HePo writer
Every time I go to read
I get this stupid blighter!

Don't know what is up
What is going wrong
I have a reading backlog
10,000 miles long!

I'm really beside myself!
This is the last straw!
I want to read your poetry
Not test Murphy's Law!

Just be patient please
I'm under the gun
A LOT of folks
are out there

*And I will read everyone!

---

Here's a special
Birthday wish
To a special girl
She was one of the first to
Like my poetry
But this is not
The reason I
Wish to honor her
In this way.

She's been thru some
Very hard times lately.
Those who know her
Know she's a sweetheart.
And they know what is
Happening in her life.

She's always encouraged me
And many other people.
Poets who are new to the site
Or unknown.

I'd like to dedicate
The following write to her!

**Unknown

I put my pen to paper
The ink flows from my heart
I write about my grief and pain
My life is torn apart

I put up my poetry
On a website yesterday
Hoping someone'd read it
I could only pray...

At first nobody read it
I was going to cry
Then I got a yellow lightning bolt
TGWLY!

She greeted me and thanked me
For sharing my words
I really felt for the first time
That they were truely heard

I just want to thank her
For taking precious time
And playing a very crucial role

The life she saved was *MINE.

A little birdie upon my sill
Sang a birthday song
Her voice was lovely, mezzo trills
Her voice tripped over yonder hills
She bubbled all along...

"59 birdies" warbled she!
"A bird for every year!
They fly the air for all to see!
They fill the sky, so wild! So free!
Everyone will hear!"

"59 birds?" I just blinked and said,
"There should be another ten!"
The little birdie cocked her head,
"She's too youthful, so instead
We went and shut the pen!

So onward flew the fifty nine!
Different colors for every year
The birdies soared over the pines,
They sang and said they didn't mind,
They all gave a cheer!

Ì have just  reread my poem
Just for a little fùn
The number of birds
Was just absurd
They just gave a birdie blurb
They should be a hole in one!!



This is a poem for my sister's birthday card...
She'll be 69

🥰 Cathy

SøułSurvivør

Stars out in their billions
Above a living sea
Seagulls sleep on beaches
The wind blows to the lea
Old Mexico is haunting
A place of History
To these graceful sandy shores
You invited me
Your residence so gracious
Where I could be free.

I picture Starry Starry Night
Swirling colors, yellow, cream
Italian Cypress blowing
The deepest darkest green
Vincent must have such a Muse
What would he have seen?
If he came to Mexico
To stars like in a dream?

We exist neith different Skies
In these shells of flesh & bone
But we both seek the same prize
We are NOT alone
I would give all that I have
To soothe your road of stones
Yes, I'd give all that I have
I'd give all that I own
To give you all these billion stars

And a place you could call HOME.


Catherine Jarvis
11/19/2018

I'm sorry for not being here
My dear and faithful friends
I'm trying to make time
Do you have some you could lend?
Just address it to my homepage
An attachment you can send
I will use it wisely... I WILL READ!

The End

I am burning inside.
My anger is a tiger,
A tiger burning in the forest
Of the night... dark as
Aged blood on a
Midnight shroud.

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

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

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

I'm angry.
But it could be worse.

I could have a
Body wracked with cancer.

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

I could have been born
In a sewer in Calcutta.

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

One

By

One.

One day
forgiveness
Will come.

Blindness haunts the king who seeks
In vain do riches question
- but-
A beggar with a poor man's coat
Receives the greatest wisdom.

We, of sound and sturdy mind
Sniff rich bouquets of vanity
-but-
Fine wine is pressed by she who raves
Her hems stained with insanity.

Old men would have learn'd much
Had they been thus styl'd
-and-
There are no wiser phrases brought

Than those of a child.

Rhino virus in my flesh
My right knee has bursitis
Aching body, stuffy head
Hip to toe arthritis!

I've been slowly going deaf
Bad teeth in my mouth
I'm a "Rice Krispies" critter
My plumbing's going south!

I need a new body!
NOT the one I own!
I've dry-rot in my muscles
And acid in the bone!

What CAN make me joyous
When I'm in such pain?
Who is my umbrella
While I'm dancing in the rain?
I think you know the answer
But I'll repeat again...

Don't find it strange I'm happy!
No, don't find it odd!
I have a gracious Savior...

Jesus Christ's my God!

JM:
There's a new beginning
On the rise,
People making jokes.
Please don't be offended
But their style is a hoax!
Boredom rings in my ears,
When I'm forced by their sides.
I think I've even lost
a few brain cells,
Listening to their stories and lies.

SS:
I've lost a few brain cells
I'm not the only one!
These folks are into heavy drugs
Do ******* for their fun!
They are very sad
That is just a fact.
Don't seem to have two
Brain cells
To spark on impact!
I don't want them 'round.
I really don't... would you?
It's like a wierd combo
Of a circus and a zoo!

JM:
It's true, it's certainly a sight,
They think they're all so tough
But they need cages at night
By morning, you'd think
They'd had enough!
Strobe lights and lava lamps,
I don't know how these people see!
Like a bunch of crazed animals,
Or wild teenagers on Molly!
I can't help but want
Them nowhere near
Most of them surely stink!
What they'll do next i fear
They simply just don't think!

SS:
That's because of drugs.
Can't be right when
You're on them.
I really want to help you
I want to be a friend.
Try a little more.
Be conscious of your health.
If you don't do it for me
Do it for yourself!
It doesn't make you happy!
Those are just plain lies!
If you want some help
I'll be happy to oblige!
But if you're going to use
I don't want you around
I don't want to see you
Going six feet underground!
You're not hurting ME,
You're hurting someone else.
While you're busy killing
Brain cells
You're killing YOURSELF.

Just Melz
SoulSurvivor
October 2, 2014

=_=

I killed a woman
Years ago
She's buried away
On the low.

She was sick
From drugs and *****.
She couldn't win
For her chance to lose.

She was not
Easy to ****.
But i knew how
To find the skill.

I met Jesus Christ you see...
... the woman that I killed

was ME.


I'm a dead woman
Yet I'm living.
I died in Jesus
I'm forgiven.

My old self
Tries to rise
But i won't listen
To the same lies.

I'm in the Rock.
I'm in the cleft.
I am buried
In His death.

Now I LIVE
On Christ I lean.
I'm a dead woman walking

I'm REDEEMED.


♡ Catherine
aka SoulSurvivor