When a friend brings in some food
It's bad, but you can't tell.
You may eat, but don't repeat!

*You'll spend the day UNWELL!

This is a fictional account, but based
On truth for many women. I was,
Myself, abused by an ex-boyfriend.

---

Here's the ballad of Hammer Hand,
I'm here to spread it 'cross the land.
He loved to hit, as you can see.
What he hit was mainly me.
He was a brawler in the day,
But I left him where he lay.

This is for you gals out there
Who are hopeless, in despair,
Who are battered, made to kneel,
I do this so we both can heal.

I was kicked upside the head,
But now ol' Hammer Hand is dead.

~~CHORUS~~
Hammer Hand, oh Hammer Hand,
Did beating me make you a man?
I have suffered your attack,
You have made me blue on black,
Your heart was black, my soul was blue,
Your soul was false, my heart was true.

~~~~~~

Hammer Hand was tall and lean,
He was big, and ha was mean,
He would snack and he would punch,
Then he would demand his lunch.
He used to hit me when he drank,
His breath was fetid, his body rank,
Whenever help I'd try to seek.
He would hit me into next week.

~~~~~~

Hammer Hand is dead today
And this is what I have to say,
I told him when he broke my teeth,
He would pay and come to grief!
Satan himself will take you down,
And you'll be six feet underground.

~~ CHORUS ~~

I'm a woman so you're bold,
But Hammer Hand, you're getting old,
Hammer Hand you've had your fun,
But don't forget I have a SON.
You can make me black and blue,
But don't you go and  hit him, too!
Don't make him hate you, make him mean,
Soon he will be seventeen.

You said a thing which I believe,
You said you'd **** me if I leave.
But me 'n Jamie gonna pack,
We're gonna leave and not come back.
When I die, at least I know,
Where I'm bound, which way I'll go!
Down inside you know as well,
You are goin' straight to hell.

Hammer Hand, O Hammer Hand,
Now we've left, are you so grand?
You won't hurt us anymore,
'Cause you're dead upon the floor.
I don't think that you'll survive,
Shot with your own 45,

It wasn't me, I'm not that brave...

T'was Jamie put you in the grave.

At sixteen he was pale and shy

But he put a slug between your eyes.

You made him beg. You made him bow.

Well. I hope you're happy now.



Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) June 11, 2011

I was abused by an ex-boyfriend.
I made him leave.
Threw all his stuff out.
He stalked me for one year

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The arms of the trees
Pluck a banjo for the man
Hid on his knees
His Instrument's fan

Sets the stars a-twinklin'
If you have a chance
Watch the clouds dosey doe
Watch mountains dance

A saguaro he plays on
The spoons and the saw
The wind blows at tune
On harmonica!

Brighter than street lights
Moonbeams cut like a knife
Head like a melon
Larger than Life

Yep... the moon plays a banjo
Orion the fiddle
Owls they play metal string
The cat's in the middle

Playin' the drums
Just as loud as you please
Yep... the moon's playin' banjo
With the arms of the trees!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/18/2016

immersion in the Jordan
risen from their graves
there's a place of graciousness
the pastel water saves
yes, there's a place of peaceful joy
for the heart that raves
wisdom beckons... righteousness!
for fools and for knaves
we are awake yet dreaming
wandering into the waves.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/28/2015

10W

expression
lays
bare
the
soul

only
silence
reveals
its
myst­­ery


Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
soulsurvivor
(C) 5/30/2015


Truly, what we don't say
reveals more about us
than a million keystrokes

Much like the spaces between the words

Father God,
I come before you to your Sovereign throne your daughter. I have sinned against you. I am sometimes a rank depraved person. You Are Holy and I am not. You Are Holy your name is Holy. Jesus is as your son holy. The Holy Spirit reside to me that I have not been listening to him. May your name be proclaimed as holy throughout the Universe! May your name be magnified and set apart for reverence! Please forgive me from my transgressions and iniquities. Jehovah Niss(, Jehovah Rapha,
Jehovah Shalom, Jehovah Gira... Names of Jehovah

Your kingdom come. Jesus's name be spread abroad to the ends of the Earth and Universe! May your kingdom be established on this entire planet! May your Reign be complete.

I thank you. For food and clothing. A safe place to stay. Help in my handicap condition. The friendly people who help me here. My family. The fact that I have my mother alive. My sister and brother and Martin Monroe. Thank you for my friends. Thank you foŕ Alyssa. May she contact me again. Thank you for my BFF and Patrick. Thank you for my persecution. Thank you for this beautiful creation and everything that's good. Common Grace. Thank you for the Salvation that you have seen fit to bestow on me. I can't thank you enough for that! Thank you for my extended family. Thank you for the truth you have seen fit to teach me! Thank you for my talents and abilities. My intelligence. My understanding. What the Holy Spirit has revealed to me! Thank you for the many pastors who I have listened to and have gotten truth from. Thank you for the church. Thank you for the use of my upper body. Thank you for my healing.

Please forgive me for every thought word action and inaction that is not worthy of a child of God and Christ.

Teach me to forgive and discontinue mulling over wrongs and the people who perpetrated  them.

Let there be hedges of protection around me and the people I pray for, except for those who must be disciplined. Please forgive us all!

For Your Kingdom must come! Your Power, your Glory!

AMEN

WRITTEN BY THE HOLY SPIRIT OF GOD!

no small talk
wit nor regret wrought

just simply

be

You put on your makeup
And your plastic face
Your big wide smile
And your social grace
You gaze out at your
Penthouse view
You're primed and ready
It's all about you
As you don your full length mink
You look in the mirror
And tip a wink
You're Gucci dressed
And designer shod

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

Downstairs waits your limousine
Goin' to Tavern on the Green
You meet your hubby
Do what's "right"
You'll meet your boy toy
Late tonight
You order dinner
Such style! Such class!
Only the best wine
For your glass
Your "friends" all love you
You hobnob

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

You exit the restaurant
To go to a show
Hottest ticket
Don't you know
Your hubby smiles
'Cuz you're on his arm
You're the classiest dame in town!

A homeless woman asks for a dime
You say get a watch to determine the time
You've given to charity
Such a snob

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

The beggar woman asks again
Your rich hubby starts to grin
"Gave at the office" He says with a laugh
You cut her off as she tries to pass
"Get a job" is what you say
She won't eat at ALL today...
She won't see a Broadway show
Heck! She has no place to go!
You smile smugly.
You hear her sob...

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

The beggar dies out in the cold
You're laid out, too, in a coffin of gold
She is comforted. You're bereft.
She goes to the right. You go to the left.
There's no respect of persons with God.

Because to Him BEAUTY IS AN INSIDE JOB.

You put on your makeup
And your plastic face
Your big wide smile
And your social grace
You gaze out at your
Penthouse view
You're primed and ready
It's all about you
As you don your full length mink
You look in the mirror
And tip a wink
You're Gucci dressed
And designer shod

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

Downstairs waits your limousine
Goin' to Tavern on the Green
You meet your hubby
Do what's "right"
You'll meet your boy toy
Late tonight
You order dinner
Such style! Such class!
Only the best wine
For your glass
Your "friends" all love you
You hobnob

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

You exit the restaurant
To go to a show
Hottest ticket
Don't you know
Your hubby smiles
'Cuz you're on his arm
You're the classiest dame in town!

A homeless woman asks for a dime
You say get a watch to determine the time
You've given to charity
Such a snob

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

The beggar woman asks again
Your rich hubby starts to grin
"Gave at the office" He says with a laugh
You cut her off as she tries to pass
"Get a job" is what you say
She won't eat at ALL today...
She won't see a Broadway show
Heck! She has no place to go!
You smile smugly.
You hear her sob...

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

The beggar dies out in the cold
You're laid out, too, in a coffin of gold
She is comforted. You're bereft.
She goes to the right. You go to the left.
There's no respect of persons with God.

Because to Him BEAUTY IS AN INSIDE JOB.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2013
Rewritten (c) 2/26/2016

B ecoming

E sthetic's

A dequate

U nderstanding

T hrough

Y ourself

The hills burn
Smokey cloud
Over the valley
Wind whipping up
Sparks of misty droplets
Through the windows
Of the house next door

Shadows genuflect
On the asphalt before
The streetlight
Thick foliage shrugs
Its burly shoulders

Smells of wet
Sage on the mountain

Gently the spring
Has closed the
Throat of thunder

I close my eyes
But no lightning makes
Its traces behind my lids

Summer waits...


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/7/2016

The hills burn
Smokey cloud
Over the valley
Wind whipping up
Sparks of misty droplets
Through the windows
Of the house next door

Shadows genuflect
On the asphalt before
The streetlight
Thick foliage shrugs
Its burly shoulders

Smells of wet
Sage on the mountain

Gently the spring
Has closed the
Throat of thunder

I close my eyes
But no lightning makes
Its traces behind my lids

Summer waits...



SoulSurvivor aka
Invisible inc aka
Write of Passage
2016
More

I think dogs hate us...

... we have ALL the food!


10W
Soul Survivor

~~~

The poet holds her pen
Overwhelmed by the backlog
She writes of other things


Senryu
SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/7/2017

Belief:

Jesus describes three kinds of soil
Upon which we labor. Toil.

1. We disburse seed upon the edge
Of the way, the trodden verge
There no soft place to plant is found
Hungry birds peck seed from ground.

2, The second type produces shoot
Joyful! Laughing! But no root.
No soil but rock 1 inch under
The seedling dies, it's no wonder...

3. This growth's root indeed goes down
But a choking **** beside is found!
The plant is stunted, has meager shoots
No wonder! It had twisted roots!

Faith:

Now, there was a different kind of ground called Faith,
It buried seed and gave it grace.
The loam produced so much grain
The Soft soil and spirit rain!
So much fruit grew right there
that harvesting workers laborers shared!

There's a difference between belief and faith
Only the last will see God's face.
Only deep roots produce rich trees
One must dig deep to produce these!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage

~~~=<♡>=~~~

In the morning of a
Breezey mauve-pink air
in the peace in a time of silent prayer
in the breath of a
newborn child's sleep
there are memories
we will always keep

when a mother first holds her child
in the strength of a mustang
running wild
in the hush of an ocean's
silent depths
there are memories
We will never forget

eagles fly
and soar on lofty wings
infants cry when their
time of life begins
seedlings grow
from the fall of gentle rains
these are things we know
but can we fully explain?

in the rise of a harvest moon
in the scent of a rose
in fullest bloom
in the grace of a
dancer's swirling form
then our senses make us
glad we're born

in the flames of the setting sun
in softness of night that's
just begun
in the lights of the pinpricked sky
there are times we pause
to think and ponder why?

breezes blow
and yet are never seen
there's a mind
that can only think a dream
can you touch the light
of falling stars
these are things we know
but can we prove they are?

in the roar of a breaking wave
we are kept from the
cradle to the grave
we may know
in our last and final hour
a loving and

ALMIGHTY POWER


soulsurvivor
4/21/2009


~~~=<♡>=~~~


a song

I am a Believer.
Catching fish with
nets, not hooks!


Soul Survivor

... don't pray for things possible.

Pray for impossible things!


[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/30/2016

the surface
                 of the paper lie
           the tendrils of oceans
     the mating
of smooth stones
     sea monsters congregate
            darkness holds on like
                               a limpet
          all we can do
                 is carry a torch
                  
        *and hold our breath.

"The ocean is a desert
with its life underground
and a perfect disguise
above..." Dewey Bunnell

On a horse with
no name I rode
bare-backed in
the purple sage...
***** Pipe cacti
played the melodies
of Mexico.

Swaying sea grasses
were skirts for the
range fences...
broken and rusty.
To be avoided,
my parents warned...
Tetanus... lock-jaw.
Other things to be
aware of...
don't swim too far
from the beach...
don't stay too long
in the sun...

I was happy at the
tide pools... aqua and
pristine. Sea slugs...
far from slug-like.
Flat and purplish
with frilly edges,
undulating dancers.
Picked up and dropped
over and over.
Baby octopi... an
entire tidepool
drenched in purple
ink in its desperate
bid for freedom...
Sea Urchins...
"Their spines can
****..." my parents
warned. It was
fascinating how
they attached
themselves to
the rocks...
Almost as firmly
as the limpets...

We had
Hermit Crab races
Ate food disallowed
at home... swam
out to where water
was ultramarine...
jumped over the
barbed-wire...

with our arms

hugging

the

sun...*


SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/21/2017

Beyond the glaze of headlights
On rain-slick onyx streets
Beyond skyscraper canyons
Where auburn smog's discrete
As it blends with the raindrops
The dirt & clouds there meet
Beyond the filthy City
There is a place so sweet.

Beyond rose scented Gardens
Filled with honey'd dew
Beyond the Cypress Colonnades
Where the Italians woo
Beyond the sugar beachpaths
Where the Sawgrass grew
look up where the Moon is
You will know it's true.

Beyond the small town quaintness
Mornings in the Sun
Where people still get to know you
You can greet everyone
Beyond delicious Bakery smells
Of bread and hot cross buns

Beyond the crime filled crucible
Where it's understood
You only live to 25
IF your luck is good
Beyond the rat **** jungle
Where evil is afoot
Beyond the teeming tenements
The place that's called The 'Hood

Beyond the farms and wheatfields
The ranches to the West
Beyond the Red Rock gullies
Where are you can, your soul, divest
Beyond the Eagles Echo cries
Beyond the doves white breast
There is a place for you to go
As time will attest

A place above the billows
Above the speckled sky
Shivering with sequins
A place so very high
Where space and time lose meaning
And matter is a sigh
Won't you travel with me?
Must you always question why?
A place where you are lost & found
Beyond the nebulae

Here on Earth we stumble
This weighted world to plod
It seems we've leaden sandals
As we go roughshod
We look to our leaders
And others to applaud
I find it very humorous
Yes, so very odd
That we should look up always

At everything but God.

Catherine Jarvis
7/8/2020

https://www.facebook.com/100004866559141/posts/1473874339451437/

a shadow dances

write upon it what you will

it will always be there


soulsurvivor
(C) 11/19/2015

The cake burned in the oven
The fridge broke down as well
The plumbing broke
& soaked the floor
This was the day from hell.

So much for cake & ice cream
So much for mopping up
I'm telling you, I have the flu
This day has been a flop!

Not gonna call a plumber
You know how $$$ goes
This happened on a Sunday
That's spendy doncha know!

I've HAIR that hurts, my buddy
I've such and aching head!
Is it a sin to just turn in?

I'll spend the day in bed!.

Catherine Jarvis
1/23/2020

The difference in these adjectives
Is in the letter "I"
There are many Faithful
Who would believe a lie.

There is no assurance
In God's wealth, you see,
Prosperity's not always given
Nothing comes for free.

Evangelists will tell you,
"SOW YOUR SEED TODAY!!!"
They target the gullible
And they had better PRAY.

Remember that letter "I"?
They bandy it about.
They tear up the floorboards
And they scream & SHOUT!

So you sow your seed to them
Expecting God's applause!
You are expecting miracles...
BUT GOD'S NOT SANTA CLAUS!!!

That's where you get angry.
You get mad at GOD.
The "I" replaces "E"
Now isn't THAT odd?

But "E" stands for EFFORT.
It stands for EXCELLENCE.
It stands for ENDURANCE.
Use your INTELLIGENCE.

Bitter people don't GET blessings.
They're only chastised MORE.
God is NOT a MERCHANT
At some celestial STORE!

Be grateful for what you DO HAVE.
If you live in the U.S. coasts.
If you're in a land of plenty
You have MORE THAN MOST!

So watch out for those letters.
Endurance is a JOB.
And it is a terrible thing

TO FACE AN ANGRY GOD!


SoulSurvivor
1/3/2017

we're all heros
      groveling in the dirt

   for masterpieces of

          barbed wire
wrought
                           lead and red glass
             comin' out

                     lookin' like a rose

          black & blue BEAUTIFUL.

Above a battlefield
Raven grooms itself carefully
Black feather drifts


Write of Passage aka
SoulSurvivor
2022

Blighted ideals
Dark and sticky tar
They tell us how to think and act 🎬
They think themselves a Star!🌟

They ascend to the heights!
A chimneysweep of soot
They on Hollywood Boulevard
They are underfoot 👣

People like a Robot 🤖
Should give starships a Cruise
But when any star goes nova
It's a lookout world 🌎

YOU LOSE.👎👎