a butterfly caked with dust
a cathedral black as rust
an **** of satanic lust
but who, O fool, can you entrust?

you prance and sneer, put on a frown
call Believing people stupid clowns
in moors with bogs to drag you down
a place of darkness where you drown.

Marilyn Manson had his kicks
devil's music, Satan's licks
laugh, say Jesus is for hicks
ignore the goads, ignore the ******.

we're all worked up? in a stew?
while you scream like skewered shrews?
kohl your eyes with blackest goo
party's in hell?

THE JOKE'S ON YOU.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/13/2015

Every butterfly
was first
a WORM!!!

Soul Survivor
6W

~~~

My memory of grandpa
Was that his hands were red
Showing me some pictures
A kid's book before bed.

The bones were raw and gnarled
The sinews looked all sore
The skin was thickly callused
Spotted, lined and scored.

They showed wear and tear
They echoed his toil
Grandpa was a farmer
A tiller of the soil.

Grandpa couldn't read
But we could laugh and look
His hands delicately turning
The pages of a book.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 5/12/2015

We're all in a time machine
Sitting on a beach
We try and try to hold onto
The sand within our reach
We hold it as a talisman
Though it does not teach
It has no permanence at all
Through our fingers it'll leach

We may not even try to grasp
And this, my friends, is worse
We notice not its passing
While we peruse our purse
We see it not, we are not taught
So it becomes a curse

But placed within an hour glass
The moments slowly rain
We gaze at each crystal
We gaze at every grain
We learn these minutiae
As our moments wane
For they can be so fleeting
Let them not go down the drain!

Life's a sandy shore, my friends.
Its wind will whisper. Talk.
We can breeze along it
We can take long walks
We can collect the shells of hope
Or end up on the rocks.

When we leave our footprints
For others on the way
Whatever will they make of them?
Will they last a day?
Will they shine as gemstones
With many colors gay?
Or will the ocean take them
Out into its grey...

So dance along the sand
But watch the hourglass
You're ensured your prints endure
Though the minutes pass
Make a strong impression

As each step could be your LAST.


SoulSurvivor
1/15/2017

I have been grumbling
And complaining
I haven't thanked
The One sustaining
All my needs
The One restraining
Worse events
Than I'm retaining
I'm in need of
Some retraining

He is waiting
He is listening
For grateful heartstrings
Moist and glistening
For something He
Has seldom heard
A chord of thanks
In spoken word

Let us poets, as a crowd
Speak our thanks
Right out loud!
Of course, my friends,
You have a choice,
But read this poem
With your voice!

I'm grateful God
That You're there
I'm grateful I can
Breathe the air...

I'm grateful that
You made a tree
I'm grateful for
Our poetry
I'm grateful i have
Eyes to read
The inspiration
That i need...

I'm grateful i can
Take a drink
No muck and mire
For to sink
No sewage that
Brings death
And stink

That I have a
Mind to think...

I'm grateful that
There's food to eat
No mud cookies
For my meat
I have a roof
I have a seat
I have shoes
Upon my feet...

I'm grateful,
Though there's
Pain and strife
I have this chance...
... for a good life!

There! You've READ IT!
All the while
Jesus listened...

*... and He smiled!

My feet are shod in molded clay,
My legs wear tattered gowns.
My arms wear green, torn and frayed,
My head a golden crown.

The roots of flowers twine my toes,
A serpent guards an tongue.
I am a maid with many woes,
I'm neither old nor young.

Gravity doth hold me fast,
The dragon in his lair,
I am mortal... yes! Alas!
I long to fly through air!

Looking up to silken skies
Stitched by silver birds,
I hope, I pray, I soon will rise,
That my song is heard!

Free me from this weighted earth!
A wing'd horse to become,
I'll fly this light filled universe
The harp of stars to strum.

Off to the constellations,
I'll forget the place I've knelt,
I'll sip from the Big Dipper
And cinch Orion's Belt


SoulSurvivor
aka Write of Passage
2022

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

with your entire HEART.


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/31/2015

~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

with your entire HEART.


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


~~~~~

for a friend who
thinks he's a loser.

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

to me you are the greatest
man on the planet

'nuf said

Pain is both a pesticide
and growth hormone

It is necessary for all growing things
but not even the bugs like it!


SoulSurvivor
2022

-
Of Mice and Men
Red Sky at Morning
Moby ****
Global Warming

War and Peace
Paradise Lost
Ulysses
Robert Frost

The Bell Jar
Cannery Row
Speaking in Tongues
Did You Know?

Atlas Shrugged
Get In Shape!
Body Language
The Naked Ape

In Cold Blood
Subconscious Thoughts
The Holy Bible
Believe it or Not!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/10/2016

I believe my account has been

HACKED.

I am not computer literate
so will need help setting up a new
Email and account.

Please disregard any posting
or communication from
SoulSurvivor until further notice.

*Thanks.

Skyline like a huge
Sleeping dragon waking from dream
Towers stretch up


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis

This poem is dedicated to her...

The waves upon
Our sore bare feet
The water in
The desert's heat.
The flowers growing
From the street
The breeze that's blowing
Through the wheat
The neighbor that
You finally meet
Who's friendly with
A smile to greet
Who bids you
Come and have a seat

The story that your
Grandma tells
The ringing of bright
Silver bells,
Fountains from
the deepest wells
Those are poems

From my Melz!



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 28, 2014

There are rainbows in the sky
And bluebirds on the wing!
Gentle breezes sigh
A very happy thing!

Someone had a Birthday
Yesterday it seems
So I'm here to say...

... you were in my dreams!

I'll agree!
But I'm not camping 'neath a tree
I'm getting fit... I'm getting free
From habits that were hurting me
Now my weight loss all can see!

I'm not hiking through the woods
But i work out... it does me good!
I now cook nutritious food!
The labels are now understood!

I'm never tired. Never bored...
The future has so much in store!
I'm learning mindfulness and more
I was put here by the Lord

And now my life has been restored!


:D Catherine

based on a song by Bob Dylan

oh, what did you see
my blue eyed son?
oh, what did you see
my darling young one?

i saw an old man
with feet that were bleeding
i saw a young child
with eyes that were pleading
i saw an old frigate
it's sails black and rotten
a man on an island
who's soul was forgotten
a poet in chains, an artist in prison
a fiery phoenix who's newly arisen

and it's a hard... it's a hard...
it's a hard... it's a hard...
it's a hard rain's a'gonna fall

and what did you hear
my blue eyed son?
what did you hear
my darling young one?

a man played a trumpet
through teeth that were broken
i heard the last kind word
that ever was spoken
the tears of a whale
upon a red beach
the flutter of flags
the last truth to be preached
a man a'screamin
a maiden a'mournin
a valley a'drownin
a mountain a'formin

and it's a hard... it's a hard...
it's a hard... it's a hard...
it's a hard rain's a'gonna fall...

so what will you do
my blue eyed son?
oh, what will you do
my darling young one?

i'll throw my arms out
and shake fists at the sky!
i'll never stop asking...
i want to know why!
i'll never forget the man with the lie!
i'll fight the good fight...
and then i will *die!

'cause it's a hard... it's a hard...
it's a hard... it's a hard...

*it's a hard rain's a'gonna fall!

I am on the site now
To call for prayer & praise!
My father's in the woods again
In hospital for days
I'm trying to be strong now
But feel a little dazed
I need the Holy Spirit
With Him I'm unfazed

My dad is in a lot of pain
He's blind in the right eye
Something has gone very wrong
As yet we don't know why
He is very stoic
But something's gone awry
He's 91, a veteran
A real stand-up guy

They don't want optic surgery
As he's so elderly
There must be a solution but
We don't know what it could be!
They may have to put him under
Danger to a high degree
They'll replace the cornea
So again he'll see!


This, and so much more in life
Causes us to plod
But there is One to help us
Him I will applaud!
He is ever faithful...

*Jesus Christ our GOD!

She holds a joint and a blood filled flaggon
Rides a donkey with 7 heads like a dragon
It has 10 horns. She's got abominations.
She is hated by all the nations
Dressed in red, purple as well,
All dolled up for her stay in hell.
The cup's a mixture of Christian blood
And the twisted Word, which she so loves.
But she falls from her red beast
She is killed by defrocked priests
Red for ****** and purple for royalty
She's disloyal so gets no loyalty
She has stayed by the great waters
She will **** your sons and daughters
Don't look now, you'll fight and die
She'll say "the elephant" but she lies!
She's a Harlot! Depraved you see.
She fools the masses...
BUT SHE DON'T FOOL ME!!!  👹 👀 😡


Catherine Jarvis
Write of Passage aka
SøułSurvivør aka
Invisible inc

PLEASE TRY TO CONTACT HER
VIA THE SITE MESSAGE SYSTEM!

HARRIET... DON'T GIVE UP BEFORE
YOUR M I R A C L E! YOU HAVE

F R I E N D S!!

WE CARE!!!**

We have no way of knowing if your
posting is REAL or METAPHOR.
Even if it's a metaphor to your
end as a POET we care.

Thanks!


♡ Catherine

a song in 3/3 time

O, Lord, I've been in a prison dark
With jailers harsh and cruel
Searching for the smallest spark
This sentence overruled
I just hold to Your promises
Which bright and glorious be
I hold onto the precious light
Where I, in blindness, see.

Hallelujah!
Your blessings to impart
Hallelujah!
You're harrowing my heart

Though I am in the wilderness
I have no food nor drink
I hunger more for your goodness
I'm nearly at the brink
You put my shoulder to the plow
And I am weary, worn
But when a harvest you allow
It's then I am reborn!

Hallelujah!
You're working at the plow
Hallelujah!
My harrowing allow

Now I'm on the mountaintop
My hardships in the past
I look down at the growing crop
And I no longer fast
Abundant hope, abundant life
I bask in perfect grace
I've endured the deepest strife
But now I see *YOUR FACE.

Hallelujah!
Worthy is the Lamb!
Hallelujah!
Christ... the great I AM.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/27/2016

I once plowed a field new
In proper time for rain and dew
I planted it in fertile loam
A soft heart that was my own

I planted seed, and it was Thine
I will wait for Harvest Time

The sun, it came up with each dawn
And those seeds grew up so strong
The rain, it came to quench the soil
So the seedlings wouldn't spoil

Chorus

We nourished wheat,
plucked up the weeds
For we'd many mouths to feed
A plentiful crop, t'was lush and green
The greatest harvest ever seen!

Chorus

When the time was ripe to reap
We worked so hard we could not sleep
We set about to thresh our wares
Separating wheat from tares

Chorus

Threshing done, we ground our grain
In great hardship, blinding pain
But in the end, it can be said
That 8 billion souls were fed!

Chorus

Tell me, friend, how grows your field?
When it's reaped, what will it yield?
Will it be good wheat or briars
To be thrown into the fires?

Chorus


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/17/2006
Rewritten 9/15/2015

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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



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

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

it is always the coldest
before the sun rises?


soulsurvivor
(C) 11/19/2015

No matter how I tried to beg
Dad put his meds to soak in eggs.

Not liking the resulting sog
He tried to give them to the *DOG!

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡


There was a little girl
Playing in the sun
She had a bow upon her head
And smiled at everyone.

Then some heartless people
Untied that little bow
And began to stuff her head
With WORDS that you may know.

They were COMMON words.
Words you may have seen
One began with letter 'N'
And others just as mean.

They fully stuffed her head
And when they were done
Tied her little bow again
So it would not come undone

In the end her head was lumpy
Had very little grace.
There was a mean ol' scowl
On her once lovely face...



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 5, 2014

Healings sway lives
from greying flesh
To a tone whole and refreshed.

There's the sound
of heaven's refrain
Where once there was
a world of pain

To get a healing first receive
It can be done if you believe!

The ear perceives the eye is lit
Flesh is sewn and bones are knit!

Jesus came to heal our land
Cancer bows at His command!

So doctors are asking for a clue
As to what has healed you!

You can tell them it's not odd

Who healed you?  Almighty God!!

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
12 24 2021

Your gracious Light extends
You have Healed my brokenness
On You I can depend
You touched my pain with Loving Hands
Anointing hurts and woes
It's like a warm embrace and kiss
And Love that OVERFLOWS!
Thank you for what You have done
The Healing You have wrought
This kind of Restoration
Can't be obtained or bought
I need no Hydrocodone
I have no need for pills
I have my Balm of Gilead

And I ALWAYS WILL!


SoulSurvivor
(c) 3/10/2016