^  ^

closed in sleep
sleep brings dreams
dreams open the

eyes

<•>  <•>

[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/17/2016

"Now faith is the substance
of things hoped for;
the evidence of things not seen."
Hebrews 11:1

Faithful in His answered prayers
you can't tell me He's not there
I would swear before a judge
who's ten feet tall, and holds a grudge
I would tell a court of law
what I've witnessed. what I saw
my testimony you may find
is a 180° change of mind
I still walk. I laugh. I breathe
the aura of God's love received
I was headed for an ugly death
I owe the Lord my very breath
If He had not intervened
my poetry would not be seen

Hallelujah!
Praise His Name!
To live is Christ
to die is gain!

Hallelujah!
Praise the Lord!
By the Lamb

*I AM RESTORED!

/\
<    >
\/


every
time
a
star
falls
a
soul
comes
to
earth


10W
soulsurviv­or
(c) 5/23/2015

legends            
of the dragon            
the gorgon and the roc
             the griffin \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/              
and the wily sphinx
sitting on
her rock
tales of the
ogre         the banshee                
and the      troll, of these                
I don't get         weary, they do        
not grow old • the harpy and the    
pegasus, the fairy and the elf, I would
sit for hours pulling books down from
the shelf • I'd imagine places no one'd
ever seen, for they were within my
head, especially my dream •
I still love these    images &
sometimes I go to     where the
evil Smaug lies waiting   in his gold
and glitt'ring lair • won't    you please
come with me? together       we can go
to where the river wanders     \/\/\/\/\/\/        
where the pace is slow                            
or fight for maiden's                              
virtue, or defeat                            
the lothesome      
foe • or be a
          faire princess
          or like a dwarf
who's bold • in
the mountain of    
the moon, mining
      precious gold, where
       you are never hungry &
you never grow old    
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~~~


do not go
far

past pale
mountains
where
shadows lurk

for you
have further
to go
you have more
time
you have more
work

all
have bones
with
cracks and
poison
shards

dying is
easy
grief work
is
HARD

we
press
our faces
to the
rotting
glass

and
only hope
and
wonder if
this too
shall pass

is the
boulder's press
on the
shoulder blade

better
than clotted
earth
from
spades
~?~

but tho
the world
be a
gloss
and
painted black

the
colors
still
GLOW
benieth
shellac

take
the knife
you'd use
in vain
to

faint

scratch
the surface
PEEL
the
PAINT

there's
a
RAINBOW
beneath
dark rust

you can find it
in
lunar
dust

finally
through
all the
shifting sands
of years

you'll find
it was
reflecting

through

your

TEARS




soulsurvivor


~~~­

Acrostic

~~~=<♡>=~~~

Fourtitude
Abounding
    **Tremendous
Heroic        
        Enriching your
   Rapscallions

(us...)

thanks dad!
£♡¥€
you loads!

.  
                                  //////    
                                    /////////      
                                   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                                        ­      
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SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/14/2016

\"""/,,,,,\"""/,,,,,\"""/

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

---


@@
@@ you @@
@@ trew out @@
@@ his heart like @@
@@ a stone clogging your @@
@@ green field of dreams @@
@@ i found it cracked open on @@
@@ my yellow brick road @@
@@ wouldn't you know @@
@@ it was an amethyst @@
@@ GEODE @@
@@

I had a poem in
the back pocket of my
Blue Jeans

It was like an opal
Flaming...
The Northern Lights

If anyone finds it

it's YOURS.


minimal
Soul Survivor

C. Jarvis
(C) 2014 March 17

<^^/\/\^/\^>

what goes up
must come down
bring redemption
to this town
let praises rise
let fire fall
break the chains
raze the wall

let praises rise... let fire fall
hear your people when they call

let praises rise... let fire fall
redeem the people... great and small

let praises rise... let fire fall
show your glory... Lord of All!!!

(repeat 3X)


bring your blazes
bring the rain
show the world
that You REIGN!
send praises up
let fire fall

show your GLORY

LORD OF ALL!!!

(chorus)


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/19/2015

>{}<


fire
flies up
sparks
swirling in
rhapt bodies
unable to
do naught

but

*DANCE!

^                
<    >         ^    
v           <  >
/\
<   >
V

flights of sparkling jewels
sparks to greet the eye
lovers watch, their eyes aglow

*it's the Fourth of July!

<)))<   <)))<  <)))< <)))<

<)))<  >(((>  <)))<  <)))<

<)))<  <)))<  <)))<  <)))<

being
different
means
going
against
the school
being
free to
think
alone
though
you're
thought an
oddball fool
at least
your mind
isn't set
in stone!

for who is
foolish but
the ones
who follow
blindly
with the tide
for their end
has e'r begun
to withdraw
to run & hide

in the crowd
they are not seen
in the shelter
of conformist streams
but who of import
has ever been
who did not
stand out like a beam?

be a lighthouse!
not a candle
almost put out
and guttering
there is nothing
you can't handle

God will give you

*roots & wings!

etched
under my skin
flame roses
blister

scars
on the
palms of my
hands bleed
stigmata
thorns

my eyes
freeze to crystal
the tears around
my neck are
fashioned
in lace-black
obsidian

my lips
the color of amber
and fire
are vows
never
broken

my moons
are scarlet
my stars
are cold
my sun
is silver
and

beaten

gold


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 16, 2014

etched under my skin
flame roses blister

scars on the palms
of my hands bleed
stigmata thorns

my eyes freeze to crystal
the tears around my neck are
fashioned in lace black obsidian

my lips - the color of amber
and fire - are vows
never broken

my moons are scarlet
my stars are cold
my sun is silver
and beaten GOLD


soulsurvivor
9/16/2014

~~~

~~~^♡^~~~

a flash of red
in verdant trees
a cardinal!
bright
within its leaves!

the telltale call
and flirt of tail
announces love
in the plain
female!

gentle nature
touches the pair
to bless my
heart

yes!

spring
is
HERE!!!

~~~^♡^~~~

_/_/\/_/_/\/___
                                (beeeep)

i'd rather feel
total angst
than

complete
INDIFFERANCE


soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(c) october 10, 2014

^¡^
^¡^   ^¡^
^¡^   ^¡^ ^¡^
^¡^           ^¡^
     ^¡^
^¡^

pigeons
are an urban
blight

oh!

but
when
they

FLY!



(c) soulsurvivor

---

i
went
to the
edge
hearing
your
voice
echo
through
the
void

"FLY!!!"­

i
lept
into
space
and
as
i
looked
into
the
deep
i
realized
the
­wings
you
gave
me
were
simply
a
dead
butterfly
affixed
between
my­
shoulderblades

with

a

PIN


soulsurvivor
(C) 7/6/2015

Poetry is like a paper airplane,
it only flies if

it's thrown out there!


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 24, 2014

Blissfull
as a            dream
falling
                                down
leaving        my                        body

where am I?

A

           single

                      white

feather

       softly

                      floats

into
             my


hand


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 17, 2014

~~<♧>~~

First big summer storm
Clouds flowering, & sending
Out roots of white light

~~~

The hills glower, but
Lightning flashes show they
Actually smile wide

~~~

Fires which have hurt them
And displaced the animals
Put out in the rain



Haikus
SøułSurvivør
(C)7/11/2017

~~~


the trumpet flower
makes its presence known boldly
with a blare of fuchsia


SoulSurvivor
7/2/2015

~~~<@>~~~


lazy sunflower
turns her head to look at the sun
with one eye


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/2/2015

~~~<0>~~~

odalesque
orchids languish
in the sauna steam of
the hothouse
remembering
halcyon days
arrayed in the
rain forests


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/2/2015

~~~<=>~~~


floating, water lily is free
but ever has her anchor
in the bottom of the pond


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/2/2014

~~~<€>~~~


mammalaria
has a jaunty magenta wreath
on her tight grey curls



SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/2/2015