skin
tight suit • lush
but lean • soot lashed
    \/\/    eyes of acid green
               amber flesh
       of porcelain
jet black hair
a raven's wing        
turned up nose      
pouting lips •      
you pour a glass
        you take a sip
               purest poison
                   in her flask •••
                         all you have to
                    do is ask • she
           sidles up • her
arts are black •
sparks fly as she      
shreds your back              
she's a mamma •                
she's a pet • but              
she's a snake, so
  don't forget •••
             she'll make you
                 shiver • make you
              shake • then waits
       for the bite to take
once the woman's
sunk a fang • you    
won't remember
          where you began
                         everything
                              becomes a
                     blur • then
           your soul
is truly hers
as the flames    
go higher              
and higher                
she slithers        
round your
         funeral pyre
      you're so
protective    
and so proud          
but your sheets                
become your                      
shroud •                  
they find    
          you lying
               in your
       bed
mamba
bites          
and    
   you
   are
      D
    E
A
D

black as fangs
wicked gargoyles
black as ravens
witch's coils
black as the crusts
upon Job's boils

black as patchouli
fragrant oils
black as skin which
took the toils
black as deepest loam-
rich soils

white as clouds
white as snow
white as light
upon the floes
white as stones
for games of Go
white as all
"good" things
you know

white as an owl
which kills, devours
white as mould
on food that sours
white as magic
ivory towers
white as sands
which pass the hours

black & white
as piano keys
which provide
sweet melodies
black & white
is what we
SEE
black & white
letters - decrees
black & white

as

POETRY


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/11/2016

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hello, blank page.
you invite me to
fill your ******
surface with
the inky blemishes.

words of woe.

you've never known
pain. loss. heartache.
you've never known
hunger, want, or war.
never been *****
or pillaged.
denuded of all
grace and dignity,

until now.
but, no. I won't
wake you in this way.

blank page.
there you are, still.
I will not use a
forceful pen, now.
but the tender
strokes of love poetry.
you will blush
yourself to the shades
of a peach.
in a passionate, yet gentle,
hand will I take you to

******

perhaps i will, with
an expansive hand,
inform you of nature
or faraway places.

or with the greatest care
illuminate your barrenness
with the most beautiful
calligraphy.

fill your blandness
with great truth
and enlightened ******.

beatific beauty

but for now
I only touch you,
and inform you of
your nakedness.
you've been willfully
ignorant.

you are,
after all,
only

FOOLSCAP


SøułSurvivør aka
writè of passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 6/23/2017

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hello, blank page.
you invite me to
fill your ******
surface with
the inky blemishes.

words of woe.

you've never known
pain. loss. heartache.
you've never known
hunger, want, or war.
never been *****
or pillaged.
denuded of all
grace and dignity,

until now.
but, no. I won't
wake you in this way.

blank page.
there you are, still.
I will not use a
forceful pen, now.
but the tender
strokes of love poetry.
you will blush
yourself to the shades
of a peach.
in a passionate, yet gentle,
hand will I take you to

******

perhaps i will, with
an expansive hand,
inform you of nature
or faraway places.

or with the greatest care
illuminate your barrenness
with the most beautiful
calligraphy.

fill your blandness
with great truth
and enlightened ******.

beatific beauty

but for now
I only touch you,
and inform you of
your nakedness.
you've been willfully
ignorant.

you are,
after all,
only

FOOLSCAP


SøułSurvivør aka
writè of passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 6/23/2017

Love gives
life its color.
Without it

shadows
are pale


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 25, 2014

---

one       day
when love fills up
on rain which is
scarlet hued
a flower
the

heart     which
grows wild and is
never cut for the
table woos us
with the
same

fervor     within
as a red rose or bird
of paradise lost in
the jungle or as
orchid bloom
burgeons
we

can      know
this flower only as
the bleeding heart
all baby's breath
queen Anne's
lace and the
pure

daisy

all other     flowers
listen to the music played
by the beauty of a heart
broken but yet strong
a bard who has the
key to your pale
forgotten
dream
♥


soulsurvivor
5/4/2015

~~~


when the heart
is in darkness
the soul is blind


soulsurvivor

A marble Stone from the earth
Beautiful in every way to God
Found by those who labored odd
And thus rejected. Without worth

This very piece of quaried Rock
"Valueless" and thrown away
Is a Cornerstone unto this day
The most important building block

Blood weeps, as tears, within it's cracks
For it is built upon a hill
But the lost reject it still
Though in it's HEART there is no lack

Within that Heart there exist eyes
That see all the hardship, pain
But in most people there remains
The need to believe Deception's lies

There is a statue of a man
The King David by his name
Michelangelo of fame
Erected it, as in Rome planned

The block of marble used for him
Had what, for most, was fatal flaw
But the great sculptor did then draw
The greatest carving there's ever been

This marvel, crowds to awe and sway
Made by hands of a talented one
But God selected the Cornerstone
But it's still reviled and cast away

It is ever there, to accept and thus atone
For the nascient misdeeds of self
Indeed, more precious than great wealth
Is the cleansing blood from a Stone


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/16/2016

@~~~~@~~~~@


you cut me to the wick
my perfume

is

coppery




despair




@~~~~@~~~~@

~~<♡>~~

a blossom falls
it has lasted until winter
so has blessed many

~~<♡>~~

in loving memory of
LENA MUNRO
July 1917 ~ June 2017

~~<♡>~~

10W

your money is not
a parachute

it is a

*BALLOON !!!

//\\/\\
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//\\//          //\\/\\//          \\//\
bo                                                 bo
books       <♥>         <♥>      books
books . bo                     oks . books
books . books           books . books
books bo . books . books . bo book  
books . books . book . book . books
books . books . book . books . book
books . books book . books . book
books . books . books . book
book . book . book
bo . book . bo
book

*BOOK LOVERS RULE

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<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
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$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
$$­$$$$$$ .     $$$$$$$

~~<♡>~~

my heart is a bowl of light
filling these long years
shining through the
darkest night
spilling


crystal


TEARS



SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/30/2016

when all
hope
has
abandoned
you

YOU FACE
LIFE
ANYWAY


(C) soulsurvivor

When the
world
has
abandoned
you

YOU FACE
LIFE
ANYWAY


(C) soulsurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine Jarvis

~~~


is the heart
that refuses to love
unbreakable?

or is it

*broken already?

~~~~

Just a note to all
my HP friends

I must take a break from
the site for a while

Don't be alarmed

I have responsibilities
and some minor
health issues to be addressed

Be back soon!


♥
Catherine

i look up at your window
so cold my breath
drifts
like feathers

~~~

cold whispering wind
sends it up

~~~

does it brush your window

with

its

wings?


S~S

as a babe on mama's breast
a time to sleep, a time to rest
no worries there, no time of test
as she held us to her chest

then came a time to fall and balk
eventually we learned to walk
then, stuttering, a building block
eventually we learned to talk

eventually truth made us cry
soon we learned to question why
and we found out by and by
it's much easier to lie

we worked at it, there was a "trick"
and with each twist became more sick
our candles burned down to the wick
we built our walls up brick by brick

because of other people's stealth
and the need to accrue wealth
we protected pride and self
and put our conscience on the shelf

in this mire of greed and pride
we built our fortress tall and wide
our morals then began to slide
and then we're truly dead inside

around our castle dug a moat
alligators there to float
in its safety we could gloat
became more distant and remote

how could we let people in?
if we're locked safely within?
hoarding all with deathly grin
did we really truly win?

the time is right, the need is great
to build a bridge, ***** a gate!
soul starvation is your fate
and then, my friends, it is too late!

you are dying by degrees
you are starving, under siege!
Oh, what a tangled web we weave!
and within is where we freeze
time to get down on our knees

set an arch, light a fire
dance around the funeral pyre!
of your hatred and desire
yes, my friends, you can move higher!

let everybody see the light
as it breaks through dead of night
break free people! You must fight!
in the end you'll come to sight!

sing! Oh yes! make glorious sound!
let your bridge be solid ground!
you'll find if you look around
you were lost

but now you're found!


SoulSurvivor
written 11/7/2013
rewritten 12/26/2015
(C) all rights protected

Serenely your
Exquisite countenance
Breathes peace into my
Ragged raging fire.

As sparks lift
From my burning
You build another
Bridge

A Bridge of
Night and moon
An arc joining
Twins
Which
Only
Parted
In their
Dreams

Wisteria are
Winding
Twirling into
The depths
Of your
Daintiness

Your hair a
Helmet
Of protection
Against the
Surge of
Blossoming
Swags
Surfeit with
Nightmares

Your eyes
Are too perceptive
To view the
Mortal savage

Thus they close
To behold the
Inner loveliness
Of your
Heart's fast door

Painted in
Luscious
Hues
Of muted
Pacific
Polarity
Portrayed
Only with
The Pygmalion
Of

Paradise.


SoulSurvivor
aka
Write of Passage

~~~^€^~~~

thought i saw
a bird on high
all glory in his bright array
he didn't stop
i had to sigh
i will not be a friend today

many's the time
that he would land
brilliant plumage on the wing
perch there boldly
on my hand
such a strange resplendant thing

peacock blue streaks
'round the eyes
breast as red as sealing wax
wings like
orange leaves i prized
and pressed in books
in mem'rys cracks

he would warm me
with his breath
with wings to flap
and feathers fan
now he leaves me to my death
i only a small woman

so now he's but
a memory
likened to remembered dream
now a part of history
I can't recall his song
his gleam

all about me
darkness falls
it's a black and dreary day
his beautiful eyes
i can't recall
and so
the bright bird

flew away


soulsurvivor
(c) 6/17/2015

eyes bright misty in love
i have seen - fluidity in
blue and grey
and green
colors
green and
grey and blue
in fluidity - seen have i
love in misty bright eyes


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/12/2016


A palindrome can be read backwards and forwards from center.
Enjoy

~~~

eyes bright misty in love
i have seen - fluidity in
blue and grey
and green
colors
green and
grey and blue
in fluidity - seen have i
love in misty bright eyes


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/12/2016

eyes bright misty in love
i have seen - fluidity in
blue and grey
and green
colors
green and
grey and blue
in fluidity - seen have i
love in misty bright eyes


Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/12/2016


A palindrome can be read
backwards and forwards from center.
Enjoy!

🌼 💔 🌼 💔 🌼

Broken hearts and Daisy chains
Loves me Loves Me Not
Pluck the petals... none remain
Given not a thought.

When hearts are mended
it is true
T'was for sweet words spoken
When I gave myself to you
The daisy chains were broken.

Butterflies and cloverleaves
The place where we lay down
More Daisy chains were yet to weave
Laid on this maiden's crown.

Now I'm alone, I can't atone
Because my lover left
He was untrue, his heart unowned
And I am bereft.

🌼 💔 🌼 💔 🌼

are not
permanent

~ but ~

this is how
mine
felt

like the shadows
under the
dead tree
which leach
blackness
into the
groundwater

the tattoo
scribbled on my
skin as a teenager
with a thick
needle
and ink

~ your name ~

a port wine stain
birthmark
which extends
across
my
*******

skrimshaw
on my own
teeth

the
Rorschach patterns
which diagnosed
YOUR
mental condition


they shouldn't define

~ me ~

BUT SHOULD BE
IMPRINTED
ON YOUR
FOREHEAD

PERMANENTLY


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/16/2017