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SøułSurvivør Sep 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
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 16, 2014
This just emerged.
I saw a photo
of a burning rose
and thought, "Aha! There's a poem
here somewhere!"
I saw the rose on the site of
Deborah Brooks Langford
SøułSurvivør Mar 2015
~~~^♡^~~~

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!!!


~~~^♡^~~~
soulsurvivor
(c) 3-18-2014

a perfect day in Tucson Arizona!
SøułSurvivør Aug 2015
---

in a dream i found that
i was inert and all
i could do was
look for the
directions
on my
package of
flash frozen
life...

but i still can't put
myself in the
microwave...
I honestly don't know why
I wrote this! Being silly I guess...
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
_/_/\/_/_/\/___
                                (beeeep)

i'd rather feel
total angst
than

complete
INDIFFERANCE



soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(c) october 10, 2014
We are headed for
dire consequences for our
APATHY

BZZZZZZTTTTT!!!!

WAKE UP WAKE UP
SLUGABED!
THERE'S MORE TIME TO
SLEEP
WHEN YOU'RE IN THE

G R A V E !!!
SøułSurvivør Aug 2019
Her cheeks a'blooming
Fresh petals
Assuming a charm
All their own....

Flesh roses
In a flute of bone.

Her arms are strong wings
Ethereal beauty, poised
For her journey, as a
Tern is
On its long feathered flight
From the North
She wings her way

To the South
Only to meet
The arctic waste
Once more...

Yet the flesh roses never fade

For they are
frozen with tears.

Catherine Jarvis
8/19/2019
Another poem for the book. This illustration done by Sarah, who has a skilled touch & wonderful imagination.
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
^¡^
^¡^   ^¡^
^¡^   ^¡^ ^¡^
^¡^           ^¡^
     ^¡^
^¡^

pigeons
are an urban
blight

oh!

but
when
they

FLY!



(c) soulsurvivor
we should not
curse the pigeon

it had an important
use at one time
and is a
beautiful bird

I used to call
them rats with wings
but i have had a chance
to observe them up close

they are very loving
mates and
parents and are
successful animals

any species that is
successful should be
observed
SøułSurvivør Jul 2015
---

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
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Poetry is like a paper airplane,
it only flies if

it's thrown out there!


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 24, 2014
C'mon! Some of you out there
Are holdin' out on us!
SøułSurvivør Sep 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
HEAVEN
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
~~<♧>~~

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
3:20am

Nightowl poetry.
Enjoying the storm!

Going to bed soon.
SøułSurvivør Jul 2015
~~~


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


SoulSurvivor
7/2/2015
Yep. I'm back.
SøułSurvivør Jul 2015
~~~<@>~~~


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


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/2/2015
SøułSurvivør Jul 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
SøułSurvivør Jul 2015
~~~<=>~~~


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



SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/2/2014
SøułSurvivør Jul 2015
~~~<€>~~~


mammalaria
has a jaunty magenta wreath
on her tight grey curls



SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/2/2015
SøułSurvivør Nov 2015
and drums of skin
bring a song
we can begin

knowing flesh
sentient lark
bring us all
into the dark

pulsing pleasures
fly to the marrow
into the darkness
like a sparrow
the way is broad
the outcome narrow

hush my heart
into this way
love the night
and not the day

lust for shadow
shun the light
give your soul
without a fight

follow me
fulfill desire
sense the smoke
it's rising higher
you're coming closer
to the fire

come my children
death's sublime
slip to depths
you cannot climb
in the end

you are mine


soulsurvivor
(C) 2/11/2015
drugs ****.
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
inspired by
Wendy Starry Eyes'
"AGING TIMES"

@pink                                               blue@
@green fuchsia       \ /      gold magenta@
yellow orange  ●●  indigo purple
@black buff ■■ turquoise@
rainbow ■■ red ecru
@@flame  ■■ emerald@
@silver copper  ■■ vermilion puce
@crimson         ■■        carmine@
@                                        @


SoulSurvivor
(C)12/12/2015
SøułSurvivør Mar 2015
^¡^

fly away
my precious bird
stay not
in my hand
i know that
you must
use your wings
my love
i understand

you will
not be crushed
by my
selfish grip
i'll see you no more
but i'll admire
your feathers
in the sun
glinting
as you soar

if you want
to come back to me
you'll be welcome here
but should
you decide to
wing your way
I'll
watch
you
d
i

s

a

p


e



a
.

r


I love you.
fog
SøułSurvivør May 2015
fog
10W

brain fog descends
a mercy

for i am
completely

*
OVERWHELMED
I'm in this state for good and
not so good reasons

The later being that I am
going through trials at
every level of my humanity

I WAS going to write about it.
But this would only serve
to *** YOU out and
in the final analysis would not
really help me either.

The GOOD NEWS is
that you have helped me already.

Your wonderful support of
my last write
"The company of writers..."
has really lifted my spirit.
I can push onward.
And has inspired me to return
to the God I had abandoned
for a while due to anger.

ALL THIS IS NOT GOD'S FAULT.

If you are also in a great trial
please be assured of this.
Take it from one who
KNOWS

Sometimes He uses circumstances
to bring us to our
KNEES
and that is what He has
done for me

Don't be surprised if I am
off site for a while.

I have to be deep in
PRAYER

Then hopefully the fog will lift
revealing the answers
I so despair for.

All prayers and good thoughts
will be gratefully recieved!

---
SøułSurvivør Aug 2015
There they are in all their glory!
Poems 'bout food to tell a story...

The sunny side up of a summer day
The yolk is rising to a fried egg whey!

There's plenty of grits
to fill the spoon...
With sizzling stars
and a flapjack MOON!

Pasta hills with pesto grass
Sure to give your hips some sass!

Fresh salmon salad on some greens
You're much more likely to be lean

Sensual fruits delight the eyes
And they're easier on the thighs!

Bread and muffins in a race
With cookies and cream
to stuff your face?

Cleanse the body! Cleanse the soul!
You can break the jello mold!

But I don't know if I can last...

I write about FOOD
whilst I do a FAST!



SoulSurvivor
(C) 8/4/2015
I'm doing a body cleansing fast right now and all I can think of is FOOD!
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
a fool
came to my town
having no knowledge
of cacti

he was
greatly impressed
by a certain flower on a
cholla

before i
had a chance
to warn him, he put
his hand to the plant
and proceeded to breathe
deeply of the scent of
the bloom

"Ooouch!"
the obvious happened
i then proceeded to ask him
how it smelled

"It was the most beautiful fragrance
I have ever inhaled!" he said


So.
*who was the fool?
Try something new, even
if you may at first be afraid

Use caution, but sometimes
you could be pleasantly surprised!

THIS DOES NOT INCLUDE DRUGS
OR ANY SELF HARM BEHAVIOR

DON'T BE SILLY
AND STICK YOUR FACE
IN A CACTUS!

Cholla: the bristiest and
most unforgiving of all cacti

-
SøułSurvivør Jul 2020
FOOLS RUSH IN

Angels will not Tread
Where the fool puts her feet
She holds so so close
To every man she meets
Things seem so right
Beneath the linen sheets
But in the end
There is only defeat.

How can she know
The right man for her
When her whole love life
Is just what occurs
Her heart has a wall
She always defers
A love that will last
It's all a black blur.

Will she be a Maiden
All dressed in white?
Will she throw in the towel
Or fight the good fight?
Will he stay for an hour
Or stay all the night?
Will he take her to breakfast
Enjoy butterscotch light?

Will he woo her and win her?
Will they be friends?
Will he beat her or greet her?
Will he hurt her again?
Will he fight for her honor
And stay to the end?

She looks through her window
The horizon there lies
She sees the clouds open
A golden sunrise
Then she knows of the One
He has no guise
He is gentle and loving
Merciful. Wise.

So she goes toward him wondering
How she got star cossed
She opens her heart
And she counts the cost
He takes her with him
He says, "You were lost
But now you are with Me
Now you are blessed!"

She put on her white dress
And her sandals of peace
She carries her sword
Loves the greatest... and least
She sees the Son rise
There in the east

Then she knows Love
As He cups her face
She weeps for Joy

For at last she knows grace.

Catherine Jarvis
(C) 7/4/2020
I have been struggling with the fact that I never got married. I was asked, but declined every offer. I knew they were not right for me. And I'm glad I never married any of them. My life would have been quite different. I probably would have been a divorcee. But now that I have found Jesus I realize that he is enough. More than enough. If you are a female who is looking for love in all the wrong places, consider talking to God. Jesus, he is really the answer believe it or not. I was very resistant at first, too. But now I am extremely glad I made the decision to follow him. Don't look for love in men oh, and wear your heart out on your sleeve. The only one you can expose your heart to is God. He will never hurt it! Take it from one who knows. This message is for someone. I hope you've read this far. Thanks for your time. Help is on the way.
SøułSurvivør Apr 2015
---

if
there
is
no
end
my
heart
will
never
mend

if
forever
hold­s
this
pain
i
will
never
love
again

if
despair
were
a
well
i
res­ide
within


in
hell




3 X 10W
soulsurvivor

---
Once again
you have broken my heart

I can't do this again
Please stay away
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
-o-o-o-o-o-

unforgiveness
is the chain
which shackles you
to your
PAIN


10W
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/26/2016
Please read
"path"
and
"freedom"

I am taking a hiatus

THANKS!
SøułSurvivør May 2014
Forgiveness is a concious decision.
Forgetting a byproduct of time.

Soul Survivor
10W
Unforgiveness is a self administered poison. The leading cause of death.
SøułSurvivør Oct 2017
"For all have sinned
and fall short of
the glory of God..."

Romans 3:23


Jane woke up
In a strange bed
Liquor on her breath
She lit up a cigarette
She knew that
it was death.
She watched him
Put his pants on
Before he went to work
She thought
He was a loser
She thought
He was a ****
She walked out his doorway
Back out on the street  
She now had $60
So she went out to eat
She observed the customers
The waitress and the cook
How could
She keep on living
With the guilt
She felt - the *looks?

They all knew her business
Her clothing said it all
So they sat in judgment
Nailed her to the wall.

She left with shame
Surrounding her
There was no disguise
She left with face
A flaming red
Tears burning
In her eyes
She walked by an outreach
Walked in with
Other knaves
She felt she might
Find some help

The sign said, "JESUS SAVES".


Sue woke beside her hubby
In a nice suburban home
She went and made
Him breakfast
He came down
Well groomed.
He went to
Good employment
He had a sterling past
She put on her makeup
And went to Yoga class
Then the doctor's office
Her tests negative again
She filled out the
Paperwork
And thoughtlessly
Took their pen
Then she drove
To Wal-Mart
In a hurry
She was late
For her next appointment
For the lunch
Which her friends ate
She went in to
Meet them
That's when
She saw Jane
She looked with derision.
That "***** *****" again.
She consumed her salad
"The girls" laughter
Met Jane's ears
That's what caused
Her face to blush
That's what
Caused her tears.
Sue drove home.
She cut cars off,
Not thinking it depraved.
Jane walked in the outreach
With the legend
"JESUS SAVES".


Two very different women
Died & went to God
It was then
Something happened...
Definitely odd!
Jane went before
The Father
He looked at her list.
All the things
Which she had done
All the marks she'd missed
But He then
Acquitted her!
He hugged her with love!
For to HIM
Her page was blank
For He saw JESUS' BLOOD!


Sue then stood
Before Him
He looked at
Her short note.
All things done
UNKNOWINGLY
Were what
The angels wrote.
How she'd transgressed
Her husband
By taking him
For granted
How she'd taken
The doctor's pen
And other things
She wanted
How she and her friends
Had laughed at
A girl in pain...

That the woman's guilty
That much was
Quite plain...


So Jane was then succored
Sue went on bereft
Jane stood on the right hand
Sue stood to the left.

For Jane was FORGIVEN
Her joy had no end...

Sue eternal torment
Because she was

CONDEMNED.

What's your stance,
My people?
Will you stand or FALL?
For God is always watching
And He judges

US ALL.


SøułSurvivør
(C) 10/2/2017
Sin is simply an ancient archery term for "missing the mark". Not making the bullseye.

It doesn't matter what you've done in life. You've MISSED THE MARK! Only Jesus Christ lived a sinless life! He gave it up for YOU! PLEASE! DON'T THINK BECAUSE YOU'RE A "GOOD PERSON" YOUR ETERNAL DESTINY IS IN HEAVEN!

If you haven't accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord & Savior ALL your transgression will be counted against you! You will go to Jesus' "left hand"! And your doom will be SEALED.

Is Christianity a "fairy tale"? Do you want to take the chance it ISN'T?

I HAD the experience of Salvation. I SAW the hand of God touch me! I know that I know that I KNOW IT'S REAL! HE'S GOD! AND HE DON'T TAKE NO GUFF!

REPENT! You will NEVER REGRET IT. And you'll NEVER BE THE SAME.

♡ Catherine
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
How do you forgive
when your enemies
won't let the wound heal?

Easy.

Imagine you were

THEM


SoulSurvivor
I wouldn't want to be them for
NOTHIN.
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
in poetic form

It was my intent to pack and leave
I was sorely wounded, grieved
I was very angry, peeved
At what Wolf Spirit had ill received.

But i was talked to by a friend
I should have prayed,
and not pressed "send"
No matter how roads wind and wend
It's The Lord's call in the end.

I should be Christian in my ways
Do what Bible teaching says
Avoid the darkness and the grey
But i will *LOVE my enemies

For we are in the End of Days.

So I will stay and pay the cost
Help the hurting and the lost
Endure the comments and the frost
Jesus Christ. His Love comes first.

I'll be there when you're chains clink
No matter if you cut or drink
No matter what you care or think
At evil I won't tip a wink

That doesn't mean I hold a grudge
I won't berate. I WILL NOT JUDGE
Through the mire. Stinking sludge.
I'm a soldier. On I trudge.

I have put on soothing gloves.
To minister with care and LOVE
The kind that comes from God above
I will TRY, push comes to shove.

Precious Seed is what i sow
God's Fruit of Spirit's what I'll show
So I won't leave. I will not go
Until The Lord tells me so.

I will work and seek His face
I will show His patience. Grace.
Of rancor there will be no trace.
I'll never tire. I'll run my race.

I'm here if you hurt today
I'll show you there's a better way
No matter what folks have to say
I will LOVE YOU. I will PRAY.


SoulSurvivor
(C)1/25/2016
Someone needs to minister to the
hurting poets here.
I will work diligently to do that.
I will repost their poetry
And talk to them on the low
if they're lonely and need someone
to listen and pray for them.
This is my calling.
That doesn't mean I abandon my friends
it means I'll have less time though.
So please don't be offended if I don't
read/repost/comment.
I'll be on the main site.

I know talk is cheap.
WATCH ME AND WHAT I DO.

PLEASE PRAY FOR ME!
THIS WON'T BE EASY.

Special thanks to Alyssa.
I love you like my own sister...
as indeed YOU ARE.
SøułSurvivør Mar 2015
~~~<(((♥)))>~~~


i love you       i love you
brown brown brown is my true
love's hair / his lips are something
wonderous fair / the bluest eyes
and the strongest hands / i love
the ground where on he
stands - i love my love
and well he knows
i love the grass
where on he
grows



£♡¥€
cath
~~~<(((♥)))>~~~

in case you don't know
that is an old ballad
I know the song says "black" hair
but my baby's hair is brown

this is the kind of old fashioned
love i feel for you my dearest heart

i could love no other
as i love you!

~~~<(((♥)))>~~~
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
@#@#@#@#@#



Rue is planted
along
the paths
not
taken


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 2, 2014
Thinking about the
Past lately.

:'(
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
~~<♢>~~

paper chosen
quill in hand
pondering or
obliging
a muse already
quick of wit
within the heart
residing
pen & paper have,
in written word,
set about
colliding

we write our mythology
we constillate the stars
we create our own legends
from nebulae afar
we sculpt our
classic statue
no storm can
ever mar

we color worlds with crayons
lavender and blue
or frame them
in computer screens
with pixels rainbow hues
nobody can tell us
our reality
ain't
TRUE!

we write
though indignation
we use pen as sword
against corrupt society
we can't fathom anymore
we call out politicians
and all elitist ******


~ lust & love ~

there are many muses
which can bring pain or bliss
but none as cruelly fickle
as the romance
of this
nor any as wondrous
as the beauty
of a
kiss


~ angst & despair ~


here is the morbid one
sowing her foul seeds
or she will spin her
silken threads
be careful of her deeds!
she sparkles like a
spider's web
is dressed in
widow's weeds


~ spirituality, religion & faith ~

there are vast multitudes
of hands which point us hence
and many roads to get there
and many an offense
I have found my trusted way
i sit not on a fence!
Jesus is my savior
and lives in
PRESENT TENSE!


~ nostalgia & the past ~


this muse is
made of metal
her jaws are red with rust
shadowed halls with paintings
and statues made of dust
or a pathway
through a garden
with fragrant blooms
in mist

but the greatest
muse of all
a friend to young or old
who makes us awed or timid
or bravehearted & bold
this one will always
help us
to get our story told
this muse is our great desire

for the freeing of the

SOUL



SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/7/2017
This is something I've had drafted for a while. Then my dad became ill, and i didn't publish it. Thought I'd finally post it. Hope you enjoy reading!

The last few days have been a joy with my father's miraculous recovery. Watching from his bedside I've seen him go from a pale yellow skeletal figure, struggling for his very breath, to a calm, peacefully resting man, off his respirator and all pain meds.
All the doctors & nurses are baffled & amazed! Just as they were when he was CURED OF CANCER.

WE PRAYED FOR HIM THEN, TOO.

Thanks to you all for being patient with me. But I'm sure you can understand or relate.

♡♡♡ GOD BLESS YOU! ♡♡♡
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
I wear a
red mask
over
my
eyes

The
drop-shaped
pearl

a

tear

SoulSurvivor
I just read a poem about masks.
I pictured in my mind's eye
a mask that only
covers the eyes
with a single drop pearl
touching the cheek.
SøułSurvivør Aug 2015
i
lie
in my
safe place
i thank God for peace
i thank Him
for His arms
i thank Him
for release
He is love and glory . He is my high tower . He is everything i need in
this fateful hour . nothing brings
me worry . nothing brings me
strife . i know what i am
here for . i have purpose
in this life . tears they are
a'flowing from a grateful
eye.for i know this mighty
fortress . will pierce the
very sky . i am the watchman on the
wall . i am the one who waits . for
the One i know is true . a Savior
strong and great . till He comes
i know i'll be safe and free from
harm . When He arrives i have
a place . in His loving arms
\\//\////\///\\//\\////\/\/\////\/\\//\\\\//
\\//\\///\\////\\//\/\\//\/\\////\\////\\\\/


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/27/2014
Inspired by sjr1000
and his write entitled
"Sanctuary"

---
SøułSurvivør Jan 2020
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].
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
In the hinterland of a nebulae
Your breath is of stardust.

You are four, but as one.

Before Revelation

YOU ARE
GENESIS
You are my creation.
Anything I want you to be.

The painting you see on my site
is not of the four horses of the apocalypse.
I wish you could see them in color
or maybe you
CAN

Your mind has eyes
SøułSurvivør Mar 2016
~~<¤>~~

fragile as
Venetian glass
are memories of
a haunting past

delicate as
petals blown
are humans
in a trial
alone

breakable
as a new foal's legs
are the ones who
have to beg

as a dry and
blasted oak
are emotionally
broken folk

and those who's
ego's rant and rave
are as dead leaves

upon a grave


SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/16/2016
There's a homeless couple living behind us. They have nowhere to go. We are helping them get on their feet. I wanted to say no to their plight. But there but for the grace of God go I.

I won't be able to be on the site much because I'm helping them. They've offered to help us too. That is going to be very important since my father is coming home soon. Thank you all for your prayers and good thoughts in my regard. I really love you for it!

~~<¤>~~
SøułSurvivør Jun 2020
Time is like a fragile wing
The Cadence which canaries sing.

Time is like a steel door
Once it's closed it cracks no more.

Time is like a wooden screen
Through its lattice love is seen.

Time is like a rotting wind
Its stench will catch
Your breath and rend.

Time is like the Posey Fair
It scent will catch Black Death air.

Time's the root. It is the tree
Time is still a mystery
For we've Rewritten history.

From its boughs we see the Hills
In its bowels we're dead & still.

Time's like an infant's crowning head
Then like a game. A child's dread
In full flower we are wed
We have the happy child instead
In our season we are dead.

So hold time like a fragile lace
Water in a Dresden vase.
Cup it like a Lover's face
Watch it dance with ballet grace.
It's there... then gone without a trace.

The clock is backward, sweeping right
It starts it's journey in the night
It won't give up without a fight
The hands are sweeping
Small and slight
It will end within the light...

It moves now with blinding speed
Through this poverty and need
Where the few are rich by greed
They are then more ****** indeed
As they plant their golden seed
It crops up a vile ****.

In the west the rising.sun
And with this the day"s begun
On its axis Earth is spun
In the east the day is done
Then noontime comes,
It's course is run

The time now is 12:01...
I know the last stanza is a bit confusing. Everything is so backward now though. I thought of the clock going backward. Instead of the time of the end of the world as 11:59, I'm thinking of it is 12:01. It's almost high noon folks.
SøułSurvivør Jul 2015
You probably figured it out already.

He is undoubtedly Mr God morphed.

T ruculent
R UDE
O verweeningly prideful
L aughable little
L ame liar.
He/she/it came onto my site message system wanting to goad me. I would have ignored it but he/she/it is harrassing Frank Ruland also.

You are under advisement, troll,
DON'T MESS WITH MY FRIENDS.
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
-o-o-o-o-o-

in forgiving others
you actually break the
chains from

YOURSELF

10W
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/26/2016

I AM TAKING A HIATUS
TO DO SOME
FORGIVENESS WORKS


I CARE FOR YOU ALL

See you soon!

~♡~♡~♡~
I have a lot of people to forgive
I have been a targeted individual
for over 20 years
the subject of slander
and harassment from the
"Church" of Scientology

I was on staff with them
back when I was 17.
I left without permission
(a major sin in their eyes)
they have a "Fair Game" policy
anyone who is a "suppressive person"
against scientology
is labeled a "degraded being" and only fit
to die a slow, painful death

for twenty plus years
I have been systematically tortured
physically, emotionally, mentally
and spiritually
they've attempted to induce suicide
that way they could commit ******
But THEIR hands would be "CLEAN"

THERE ARE MILLIONS OF TARGETED INDIVIDUALS WORLDWIDE

PLEASE PRAY FOR US ALL

-o-o-o-o-o-
SøułSurvivør Feb 2015
?¿?¿?¿?¿?

were you ever there

>? <

sometimes
i feel
like
our
friendship
was a
green
leaf
that
left
love's branch
green
.
.
.

yellowed
in the
sulfuric
air
.
.
.
and
disintigrated
as soon
as it
hit
the
gro  un    d


soulsurvivor
Written thinking of a
childhood "friend"
who was never
there for me

?¿?
SøułSurvivør Apr 2017
will understand you
even when you're wrong
they are always with you
even when you're gone

they are happy for you
when you're doing well
and like buddy soldiers
when you go through hell

you may have lots of money
but, folks, in the end
money won't really comfort you
as well as a

good friend!


SøułSurvivør
(C) 4/28/2017
I'm really sorry i haven't been on site.
I have many people on my heart.
They are having a very difficult time.
It never rains but it pours!
Thanks for understanding!
SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
The nourish of
unconditional love
you know is
not

deserved.

S~S
I had a couple of friends come
By today. They just really
loved on me.
It was very much needed
And a gift from God.
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
A protest song inspired by sjr1000

Frig & Frack dance a dance
To see who is astute
They run an oil rag up a pole
To see who will salute

Nobody seems to see it
They just watch TV
Corporate's just overjoyed!
They can dance for *FREE!


They just quash the media
Build gas-guzzling trucks
People purchase in their millions
So Frig & Frack make BUCKS!

Nobody seems to wonder
Why water tastes so funny
Why their kids have cancer
Why... Big Oil's makin' MONEY!


Yeah... nobody seems to care a fig
Most people aren't that hyper
Now Corporate can laugh and jig...

...and we all Pay the Piper!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/16/2017
Please read sjr1000's poem
"Friggin' Fracking"
It's just scathing.
We need more protest & awareness of this!
The media ain't gonna tell folks...
That's what poets & songwriters are FOR!
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 Jul 2015
@--\---

she
lies with
eyes of
frost
---
bitten
like the last
stanza of a
poem unwritten
---
a trace melody
slipping away from
the mind like
water
from
the
end
of
an

i
c
i
c
l
e
pink
under
the
floe

the
snow
eats
her
like

FIRE


soulsurvivor
(C) 7/12/2015
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
---


Hummingbird dances
trying to sip nectar from
wind chime's flower!




[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/30/2016
Poor little creature!
He pecked at it a few times and buzzed off!
SøułSurvivør Feb 2015
---


I have a backlog of reading...

I now have time to read...

I really want to read...



*MY PHONE IS MESSING UP!!!
#@!! $/\&()@!!!!!!

I guess this is spam
BUT I HAVE TO VENT!!!
SøułSurvivør Feb 2015
~~=<♡>=~~


You...
The counterpoint
to my music...

... with a different instrument.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/16/2015

~~=<♡>=~~
Fugue (fyoog) n.  a musical composition based on one or
more short themes or subjects
that are repeated by different
voices or instruments and developed
by the rules of counterpoint.

~~=<♡>=~~
SøułSurvivør May 2015
---

i sit outside
in early morn
watch the new day
as it's born

still dark
the streetlights
highlight trees
the branches sway
within the breeze

forgetting all
the lover lost
a night is spent
to turn and toss

but now
this Friday has begun
the mountains a fulcrum
to lift the sun

now i just sit
gaze and sigh
Venus a tear
to
glint
the

sky


soulsurvivor
5/1/2015
---
after another restless night
and failed love
---
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
Is it deja vu?


@#@#@#@#


No. It's forgetting where
You came from to the point
That you don't even
Recognize the terrain
When you return.
Forgive me Lord Jesus
For forgetting You.

♥ Catherine
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