Your ears were trumpets
Your teeth were keys
Your eyes were drums
Their rhythms cease
Behind them the color
Of disease
Blue note special
There is no peace.

Your hands were golden
Your feet were clay
Your head was sodden
Your hips were grey.
Your legs were green
You paid your way
Now all we can do
Is sit and pray.

@--\-----

She stood in mama's kitchen
at the table by the door.
Blue plastic roses
their vase broken on the floor.
He said he was leavin'
bought a bottle at the store...
Now daddy's gone
won't be commin' back no more.

(chorus)
Blue plastic roses
put together with some glue
Blue plastic roses
my oh my, how time done flew
Blue plastic roses
no longer bright, no longer new
Blue plastic rose
She's still waiting where they grew


She sits at the table
places set with cheap champagne.
He's not coming over
and she's alone again
Blue plastic roses
their petals cracked and stained
Placed on the TV
the memory remains.

(chorus)

The undertaker paid.
The gravedigger gone.
She left this rotten world
She wasn't all that strong.
Can we reverse the clock?
It just ticks on and on
The damage was too great
no way to right the wrong

Blue plastic roses
set down before her stone
Blue plastic roses
haphazard set upon the loam
Blue plastic roses
hear the wind in the pines groan
Blue plastic rose
now she's really all alone

Now shes really all alone.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/21/2015

~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!


SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015

---

There are some boyz
Across the street
The kind I wouldn't
Like to meet
They are as tan
As toasted wheat
Their bedrooms prob'ly
Smell like feet

Their pecs are pumped
Their abs are bunched
Eat a half a cow for lunch
I don't know, I have a hunch
They wave goodbye to Cap'n Crunch!

They play bad music
Have loud voices
Use poor vocabulary choices
They are cute, have pretty faces
But couldn't tie their own shoelaces

So long serene nights
With you, my moon
So long peaceful afternoons
They use their yard as a spittoon
I'm gonna just go inside real soon
And pick up the telephone
Call a number that I own

Soon of noise I will be free

I know their landlord you see!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 8/30/2015

in the San Bernardino hills
so many dead or dying
terrorism kills.

but, folks, I have to wonder
so many "evil" guns
will our rights also be taken?
to protect daughters and sons?

I'm listening to mom's TV
with a heavy heart
so many lives just ravaged
so many torn apart!

is our city next?
it causes a tear
but I won't succumb to hate
I won't give in to FEAR!

whatever awaits in this short life
I won't be afraid
I will praise You in this storm
my heart steadfast and staid

this is what I pray about
I know I am not wrong
that this tension doesn't escalate
and we finally use

THE BOMB!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/3/2015

blue grey clouds
of crushed
velvet

sunlight
tears
the
seams

[10W]
Catherine Jarvis

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when you feel like
you're drowning


learn to be a fish!.

[10W]

You're lookin' at the river
Feelin' down and weak
When you're
Wadin' in the water
and it's rushing 'round your feet
When you want to
Reach the other side
And feel you can't retreat
The same insane song
In your head
And it is on "repeat"...

Just remember there are Bridges
They are made of words
Remember there are Bridges
Things you haven't heard
Remember there are Bridges
Made with human hands
Remember there are Bridges
Then you'll understand

The waters in that riverbed
They are cold and deep
They have a riptide current
So look before you leap!
You can't stand against them
They will take you down
You may just go under
Brother, sister, you will drown!

(chorus)

Reaching out ain't easy
But it don't get much worse
Than feeling down and vulnerable
Living with a curse
It's like picking up the planet
To lift that lifeline phone
But there people who
Will care for you...
You are not alone!

Just remember there are bridges
They are made of Words,
Remember there are bridges
Things you haven't heard,
Remember there are bridges
Made with God's own hand
Remember there are bridges
Then you'll understand.


BRIDGE:
Remember there are Bridges
When you are at a loss
They weren't made to jump from

They were made to CROSS.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/12/2016

~~~



i am broken
i am broken
i'm a broken girl

I am tired
i am tried
of this cold cruel world

it is pointless
it is pointless
it's pointless it seems

when you're broken
when you're broken
and have no dreams

~~~

I am broken
i am broken
I'm a broken man

there is no one
there is no one
who really understands

how can i
how can i
live in this place?

the eternal
the eternal
rat........ race

~~~

I was broken
I was broken
for you my child

I lived here
I lived here
in this world so wild

I was beaten
I was beaten
and hung on a cross

I died
I died
for the lost

I know all
I know all
that you go through

when you're broken
when you're broken

I'LL RESCUE YOU



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 20, 2014

I am hieroglyphic pottery
Broken before my
Time'd begun...
I tried to piece myself
Together, but found
The puzzle overrun.

I couldn't find the
Precious fragment
With which to keep
The water in...
It flowed out, yellow
And stagnant
Full of sickness
Full of sin.

Yes, I'm a hieroglyphic
Vase... a bowl with
Pictographs and runes
I'm whole now, you'll
Find this is the case,
I found the piece!
This blessed boon!

My hieroglyphics are
A summer scene,
The piece I needed
And I won,
Was the part which
Soared the heavens
The constant
Ever faithful

*SON.

Here we are
This is life
War around us
Pain and strife

In the trenches
We won't last
Overcome
By mustard gas

[chorus]
Cracking lips
Battered bones
We run bleeding
Run alone
Hearts are yearning
Pain untold
Tattered bodies
Broken souls

When we're born
We wail & cry
Then in the end
We have to die

These events
Set the scene
Bookends to
What's in between

[chorus]

Anger. Hate.
They hold sway
All over the earth today

What's happening to
Our precious world?
We are wretches
Boys & girls!

[chorus]

There is none good!
No, not one!
Folks hate Jesus!
God's own SON!

We must put pride
Upon the shelves
End the EGO
End OURSELVES!

[chorus]

However do
We make amends?
How can we stand
Before the end
How can we be
Born again?

This is what
Jesus insisted
The Spirit blows
Where it listeth

PRAY my friends!
Young or old
Be humble people

BROKEN SOULS


Catherine Jarvis
(C) November 19, 2019

~~~


When i was just a little girl
I sat on momma's knee
She said don't play
with broken things
She said to let them be.
But when I got some older
I had a favorite toy,
I got cut, we threw it out
It had to be destroyed

-chorus-
Child, don't play with broken things
For they have been misused,
Girl don't play with broken things
They have been abused.

Later on I found a thing
Don't play with human hearts,
They will ache and they will break
They will come apart.
Once you play with broken things
There will be distress,
They will trick, they can't be fixed
Your life will be a MESS.

-chorus-

There are people you will meet
They may be right next door
They'll beguile, but watch out child,
You cannot restore.
They may shock or wound you,
They may cut and tear,
They will burn, you'd better learn,
You cannot repair!

-chorus-

Child, don't play with broken things
They're not birds with broken wings
(Repeat 3X)

Child... don't play!



(C) SoulSurvivor

~~~

We're headed for a deep, deep valley
Poison sky in Tornado Alley
We had best not dilly-dally
Our Creator's got a running tally

"What's that list?" You may ask?
Well. What's that blood within your flask?
Amantalado's got a cask
While in luxury we bask

Amerika, Amerika!
Wearing tight blue jeans
You've lost your fight,
you've lost your might
You live beyond your means!

Amerika, Amerika!
You'd best buckle up!
Ask God's pardon!
Grow a garden!
'Coz you are out of luck!

Do you know they use CHILDREN?
Little girls & boys!
They cut their tiny fingers
While making all your toys!

There are those who aren't so Slack
At sitting on a donkey's back
Haul Coco leaves to make your crack
So politicians make a stack
While these peasants live in shacks

And here on the homefront....

Pregnant mothers will not cry
While their unborn babies die
They swallow the hook... Believe the lie
Just want their piece of the pie
And then roll their eyes and sigh
When told of Jesus... my oh my...

What happened to the Golden Rule?
Horrible bullying in schools!
Prayer no more used than stone-age tools
Non believers stubborn mules
Christian's made to look like fools!

As our Spirits atrophy
While we think that we are free
Each day a new catastrophe...
... The IRS still has its fee

We walk into the Serpent's Maw
He likes his meat ****** and raw
While the Ravens creak and caw

We Institute Sharia law!

Wealth is meant only for a few
Do-as-i-say-not-as-i-do
Folks! They are a Motley Crew!
This is not the place I knew!

DOES ALL THIS GARBAGE WORK FOR YOU?

Here's a message. It is TRUE!

WE ARE MANY... they are FEW!!!

Please allow me to be bold
This BS is getting old!
Break the *******! Break the mold!

'Cuz folks, you're being mind-controlled!

It's coming in from your PC
It's coming in from your TV
You are fed false history!
You're NOT SMARTER! YOU'RE NOT FREE!

AND YOU'LL MISS YOUR DESTINY!

Back to God's list. He's checking it twice.
Amerika... are you naughty or nice?
You're marinated in your vice!
Hear this message! Hear my voice!

'Cause pretty soon

YOU'LL HAVE NO CHOICE.


Oh, please hear me! I may offend
But it is out of love my friend!
I don't expect this work to trend
I will click and just press "send"

I wish you only blessing.

THE END.



SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/16/2016

Buried treasure in the mire
Spanish gallions in the fires
Gold dubloons within the briars
Chests to lift & heft
Searching from our very birth
For sparking things that have no worth
Looking to the weighted earth
Our souls become bereft

Handsome lads & fulsome lasses
Adoration of the masses
Time's so precious & it passes
Reaping what we sow
Through subterfuge & oily stealth
Acquisition of great wealth
Cannot buy us love & health
We've nothing to show

Each morning lost, we start afresh
To meet the mark, to pass the test
Yet we're clothed in earthen flesh
It cuts just like a knife
Adorned bodies, hardened hearts
We take our bows & play our parts
We have lost before we start
This game we call a life

There was a time when we were tall
Our addiction made us small
Finally we hit the wall
Here in our daily grind
All the horses, all the men
Cannot put us back again
We're lost, cannot remember when
Our eyes became so blind

Our world becomes muted gray
Somewhere we had lost our way
After all, we're only clay
Deaf & mute, yet scheming

We follow after worldly lusts
In our idols place our trust
Ash to ash, dust to dust
Puffing pipes & dreaming


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/2/2017

Brave men & women! Warriors all!
The WAR IS ON! THE FIGHT!
Now's the time to show our strength
To be as ONE... UNITE!
Together rout the enemy
Beating back the night!
Shadows cannot quench a FLAME!
They're dispelled by LIGHT!
A thousand torches carried forth
Will show our foes

OUR MIGHT!!!

Pick up your shield & buckler
Be Centurians!
Leaders of the Amazons!
Vikings! Mighty men!

Be a new MacArthur!
Be brave and MEET YOUR FATE!
Cross mountains like Hannibal!
Conquer! ALEXANDER THE GREAT!

Be a man like Patton!
Be wise as Deborah!
Be a youth like David!
Let your slings be SURE!

Put your shields together!
Advance and don't retreat!
Slay them without MERCY!
Be swift upon your feet!

CALL TO ARMS! CALL TO ARMS!!!

No matter what your rank
Advance into their strongest point
Then bite into their FLANK!

Their arrows cannot harm you
If you don't RECIEVE
THEY ARE MADE OF MIST & SMOKE!
BE STRAIGHT ON! BELIEVE!

We are like JEHOSAPHAT!
WE'LL SING INTO THE FRAY!
At that sight, they'll be in fright
THEY WILL RUN AWAY!

Be strong & courageous.
They will all take FLIGHT!
Deep inside they KNOW THEY'RE WRONG

AND WE ARE IN THE RIGHT.


SoulSurvivor
3/24/2017

To keep a poet happy
First off... naturally...
You must give him time
Time to write
Time to rhyme
And three square stanzas
Every day
Keeping his writer's block
At bay...

His pen and paper
Must be fixed
Or a computer
In the mix
A thesaurus
A rhyming dictionary
Or perhaps the classic writing
Of a visionary...

Don't forget the light
To see his words
You also have to listen
He wants to be heard!
Some structure and a clock
To see the time
Avoid writer's block
And help him rhyme...

Here is the recipe
For his feeding
If he has the block
He needs to be eating!
A pinch of metaphor
A splash of color
An image or two
Then add another!

But dissing folks
Has NO allure...

Nobody wants to eat

MANURE !!!


The Girl Who Loved.You
SoulSurvivor
(C) October 10, 2014

Is not an easy task
But it is rewarding
To do what Jesus asks

My father now needs me more
A new level of care
So I will look after him
I'll always be there

My mother is not able
Handicapped herself
And so it is left up to me
I put much on the shelf

I won't be on the site as much
I guess a rarer bird
But I will still share with you
You will read my words

I will need strength in spirit
I must find a way
If you find it in your heart

Please help me and PRAY.


♡ Catherine