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bruises
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 aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 1/16/2017


I had an an ex-boyfriend who tried
to beat me up.
He didn't succeed. I ran to a neighbor
who called the cops.

He did manage to leave bruises, though.
I threw him out that day.

To all battered women.
My experience wasn't lasting.
But it left a lasting impression.
I can't even imagine how
you must feel!
I hope you find comfort and help
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
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
Don't believe the filth & dirt
'Cause the political party wears a skirt

Don't vote Donald Trump today!
Christians! There'll be HELL TOUPEE!!!

Folks, from all the garbage seen

I do believe I'm voting GREEN!!!

Thanks to ConnectHook for his boldness.
It's rubbing off!


-
SøułSurvivør Jan 2015
/\/\/\/\/\/\


why
are
we
birds
in
gilded
cages
flapping
our
little
wing­s
against
the
bars
:
:
:
when
the
wire
door
is
open
?


/\/\/\/\/\
Sometimes the bars are
IRON.

---
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Hibiscus
growing in a
*** too small
for its fragile
root system.
Budding
small
the
B
L
O
S
S
O
M
S
used to be the
size of a hand
and are now
the size of
poppies


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 17, 2014
Just sitting on my porch
Noticing things like this
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
"Come to me, all you that are weary
and are carrying heavy burdens
and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you,
and learn from me; for I am gentle
and humble in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls.
For my yoke is easy,
and my burden is light."

Mathew 11:28 NRSV


You carry heavy burdens
of options you have few
I know it is great hardship
for I was once like you
I had a weary heart and mind
walking in your shoes
but I found a Helper
In Him I was imbued
So take His yoke upon you
He will help with all you do

when the Word was written
two oxen used to plow
and were yoked to the heavy carts
great burdens to allow

two* oxen were used
held together with yokes of wood
one was inexperienced
the other understood

one was young and weaker
the other strong and hale
it would help the weaker one
who may slip and fail

it would stand by patiently
while the young one balked and grumbled
it would lift the weaker beast
if it fell or stumbled

this is what our Lord does
He helps when we slide
if we take His yoke upon us
and in Him abide

are you weak and tired?
under burdens groan?
Take His yoke upon you

and you'll
NEVER BE ALONE



SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/29/2016
The Word = The Holy Bible

I'm going to be VERY busy today
so i won't be on site

I CARE FOR YOU ALL!
PLEASE BE PATIENT WITH ME
I WILL READ WHEN I CAN
SøułSurvivør Apr 2017
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
I'm writing this to explain why I'm not on
the internet right now. Addiction is
terrible thing. It steals our precious time.
Steals our hearts & minds. Takes our
spiritual eyes & we are blind.

Fasting opens the eyes of the spirit.
I'm engaged in a fast from the internet.
I am going to be off indefinitely.
Forgive me if I don't read or respond.

I still love you ALL!
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
>¡<
·
·    
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·
·
little
blips      
     of
     life
force  
with             
God's        
glory
        for
wings!



[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/5/2016
I love these little creatures!
They are the symbol of
women's recovery
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
The Lord
has
U
in the palm of His mighty right hand.
The very hand that, with one small
flick of the finger could set
galaxies spinning
has caused u
to flutter over the soft
petals of flowers, and He cares
for each one. He set His light upon
your wings so that each tiny scale on
your wing.             is                Loveliness
I tried my best to shape this.
We'll see how it looks in a minute
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
dance delight
damp dulcet wings
wild and winsome
wet waves will
sing

strong and supple
sounds of sea spake
colors to capture
and scintillate

chrystophase caterpillar
cocoons create
submerged capsules
metamorphosis
fate

butterfly swimming
breasting the sea
metaphor muse

come swimming to

ME



SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/18/2016
SøułSurvivør Nov 2024
dance delight
damp dulcet wings
wild and winsome
wet waves will
sing

strong and supple
sounds of sea spake
colors to capture
and scintillate

chrystophase caterpillar
cocoons create
submerged capsules
metamorphosis
fate

butterfly swimming
breasting the sea
metaphor muse

come swimming to

ME


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine Jarvis
(C) 6/18/2016
SøułSurvivør May 2015
---

by loving
alienation
by loving
doubt
by loving
obliteration
by loving
draught

by loving
dejection
by loving
wear
by loving
rejection
by loving
fear

by loving
sorrow
by loving
pain
by loving
furrows
by loving
rain

by loving
giving
by loving
both
by loving
living
by loving

GROWTH


soulsurvivor
(c) 2/23/2015
I've known both love and hate
TO LOVE IS BETTER
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
---

fuzzy denizens of desert
strange, unearthly, every one
they wake up softly to the morning
reaching up to find the sun

saguaros, huge, regal, majestic
silent in their special ways
pincushions the size of quarters
brush protect from the sun's rays

from the blazing heat of noontime
to the freezing winter's gloom
these living jewels survive the onslaught
even burgeoning with blooms!

looking out from my front porch there
I see a bird who's home is made
within the side of a saguaro
within its chicks get warmth and shade

I see beavertail and golden barrel
mammalaria in special pots
lining up along the ledges
of where I sit, my favorite spot

before the sun has even risen
this is my safe and holy place
then i feel the creeping warmth
of the sun upon my face

this is where I worship singing
though the neighbors find it odd
this is where I thank my Maker
this is where I talk to God



SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/11/2016
My front porch is my church
I have Believing friends over and we sit
studying the Bible

It's a better sanctuary than any
"House of God"
Church is not a building made
by the hands of men
It's in the heart

---
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
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devoid
of God's
waters
the cactus rose blooms.
it's beautiful offerings of
translucent colors
bring more than
admiration to
the hearts of
men who know their
tale. they water the

*cactus roses with
their tears
The strength and tenacity of
Cacti constantly amazes me.
They thrive in the most
Adverse conditions.
It seems God has abandoned
Them, yet they shout for JOY!
Their blossoms can be some
Of the most beautiful in the world!

Inspired by the poetry of
Weeping Willow
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
we are all
in prisons
trapped in
shadow - light
we draw back
the blinds
to find
our bars of
neon night

faces in the window
garish grimace smiles
like baboons we posture
with sophistry & guile

a spurious show of bravery
empurpled & enraged
we choose our words
of bluster
and clang cups
on our

cage


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/19/2017
I saw the light from a latticework window shining on the ceiling of our porch. Hence the poem. Kinda dark, i know. But one never knows which way the muse will jump sometimes!

It's 2:30 and I HAVE to SLEEP!
goodnight all!
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
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flat bottom clouds pile like bubbles
on a bathtub sky!


[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/31/2016
Take me away!
SøułSurvivør Jul 2015
~~~{♡}~~~

art in writing
art in ink
swirls and curls
to make you think

art in ideogram
which can't be bought
illuminated pages
full of thought

art as cypher
art as change
art as charcoal
chalk arranged

on board as black
as darkest oil
ink is art
our feignt

our foil


soulsurvivor
(C) 7/1/2015
~~~{♡}~~~
SøułSurvivør Mar 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 aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
3/24/2017
Now's the time, folks! If we are to beat
The Cult, we must do so UNITED!
THEY'RE BEING HIT FROM ALL SIDES!

LET'S BE BRAVE AND COURAGEOUS
and TAKE THEM DOWN!

♡ Catherine
SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
Brightest light of pupil
Lens of isinglass
Lashes fringe your shutters
Vision becomes flask.

Sparse your recollections
Copious your thought
You give away your images
Your mind completely fraught.

In small glassine packets
They are completely free
But though you've eyes to view them

Still you do not see.


Soul Survivor
2013
I was going through
a period of denial.
SøułSurvivør May 2015
---

like sardines
we're packed
in oil to be fresh
we are only skin and bone
we are only flesh

freeze-dried in the sun
sun kissed in the snow
we shuffle into boxes
for they are all we know

we will follow the leader
with sick soul killing greed
there's no place for freedom
of thought or word or deed

we don't pick at the wound
cover up the scar
God is just a building
and music in a jar



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
4/30/2015
---
like sardines
we're packed
in oil to be fresh
we are only skin and bone
we are only flesh

freeze-dried in the sun
sun kissed in the snow
we shuffle into boxes
for they are all we know

we will follow the leader
with sick soul killing greed
there's no place for freedom
of thought or word or deed

we don't pick at the wound
cover up the scar
God is just a building
and music in a jar



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
4/30/2015
---

like sardines
we're packed
in oil to be fresh
we are only skin and bone
we are only flesh

freeze-dried in the sun
sun kissed in the snow
we shuffle into boxes
for they are all we know

we will follow the leader
with sick soul killing greed
there's no place for freedom
of thought or word or deed

we don't pick at the wound
cover up the scar
God is just a building
and music in a jar



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
4/30/2015
SøułSurvivør Nov 2024
like sardines
we're packed
in oil to be fresh
we are only skin and bone
we are only flesh

freeze-dried in the sun
sun kissed in the snow
we shuffle into boxes
for they are all we know

we follow the leader
with soul killing greed
there's no place for freedom
of thought or word or deed

we don't pick at the wound
cover up the scar
God is in a building
and music in a jar


soulsurvivor
4/30/2015
SøułSurvivør Feb 2016
-

head of marble
feet of clay
I can't weep
nor can I pray

I cannot tell
where moisture lies
tears come unbidden
to my eyes

down my face
the water flows
though my features
are composed

I'm too numb
to feel their grace
too frozen still
to wipe my face

so I'll allow them
I'll be still
I love you, dad

and always will.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/19/2016
Very upset right now.

My dad appears to be fine
But i have a certain sense
of foreboding

It's all in God's hands
But i have had trust issues
all my life

Please forgive if I read slowly
or not at all
I can't stop the tears

-
SøułSurvivør Mar 2016
-

you capture
my image
in the
lens
of
your
aperture

a small
butterfly
i struggle in
the net of your eye

you drain my colors
to replenish your
iris and leave
me cold and
alone as
transparent
as crystal and
just as

shattered


SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/12/2016
our little dog Cocoa is better
but not out of the woods yet

THANKS FOR YOUR
GOOD THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS!

It's 1:40 in the morning
Cannot sleep so I'll read a while

-
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
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
There are many female
Poets TOO!!!
Just put a She/Her etc
Where indicated!

It was a great pleasure
Working with TGWLY...

She is a sweetheart!  ♥
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Words carefully chosen
also have the greatest
power
to
CONVINCE


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 2014
I have made a decision.
I must write for the glory of The Lord.
the times are very dire
AND RUNNING OUT.
I must be about The Lord's business.
Thank you for continuing to read!

I add this also for Joe Cole's prompt.
SøułSurvivør Aug 2016
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
My father is very stubborn man. He doesn't like people fussing over him. He's very independent. But I've let him have his independence too long. He needs more care and I am being diplomat and caregiver at the same time. My mother has West Nile and back problems. She needs care too. So if you could pray or send me good thoughts I would really appreciate it!
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Why does the Ferris wheel
stop
when you're on

*top?
Seems like there's no gettin' around it
*the world stinks!*
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
the carousel played
in the carnival park
bright music to lure
tinkling lights in the dark

spirited ponies, animals quaint
all snorting and rearing
colored with paint

the spinning floor stops
for us to get on
we choose our mounts
it starts with a song

up and down go the horses
the calliope sings
as we go 'round we reach out for the rings

sometimes we miss them
they go on by
but there's always a chance
for the second try

the turning seasons
so very like life
you get your good job
your husband or wife

your car and your boat
your kids and their stuff
you go 'round and 'round
but you can't get enough!

then all of a sudden
death cuts like a knife
and you discover you've wasted your life

the scenery, the colors
just a smear. just a blurr
the music passed by
your heart was not stirred!

you didn't smell seabreeze
feel the wind in your face
you didn't seek God
missed out on His
GRACE

LIFE IS THE JOURNEY
but you forgot
you passed up the beauty
without a thought

LIFE ISN'T ALL GOLD
it don't mean a thing
so reach for the
Rose
as well as the
RING

reach out for
GOD
He's important as well
when you take your ride
on the bright

CAROUSEL


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/15/2015



c
another poem I saved from archives
it was first written in 2013 but I did an extensive rewrite
SøułSurvivør Jan 2015
~~~

i flow
from the
      mountains
        making
   rainbows
in the valley


soulsurvivor
~~~
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
i believe it
was not what
cassandra

SAID

that haunted
her most

it was
her

SILENCE


(c) soulsurvivor
Cassandra was a
prophetess of doom
She predicted that the
Greeks were going to
take Troy

Nobody listened to her

The USA is going to
experience great hardship
on catastrophic levels

AND SOON

The entire world is going
to experience destruction
on a level never before seen

This isn't only my opinion
due to my belief in the
Biblical book of Revelation

Please. Prepare yourselves
Find out what to do
in case of disaster
in your area and
PREPARE

DO NOT TRUST AUTHORITY
If they say that they're
going to help you
THEY LIE

HEAD FOR THE HILLS !!!

I can not be silent about this
I may lose some people
but I have
NOT LOST MY SENSES

THANK YOU!
SøułSurvivør Apr 2017
I was once a castaway
Of an unforgiving sea
I made a castle in the sand
To ease the pain in me

I made the ramparts ten feet tall
The walls were four feet thick
I filled the moat with lots of sharks
I built it brick by brick

I walked the walls most every day
No rescuer about
But I did not want folks to come in
I wished to keep them out!

The sand was cast in hate you see
The mortar my foe's blood
I repaired the walls quite often 'coz
My inner tears would flood

Within the walls, a prisoner,
My anger was my meat
My only water my own tears
They washed about my feet

Finally the water rose,
From weeping, o'r my head
Their waves erroded at the walls
And the SEA was fed!

Whilst the walls were quickly shrinking
A tide, like floods, came in!
All the sharks went out to sea,
My destiny was grim!

I made a fine, tall castle, yes,
Of sand & shells & grout
To shelter me within? Oh no!
To keep my loved ones OUT!

And others unforgiven.
And the ones I hated.
And other prejudices, yes,
That went on unabated...

And so I found a Mighty Rock
Upon which I stood.
I finally found life's meaning, YES!
I finally understood!


Forgiveness? A DECISION.
To put pride on the shelf.
And freeing up your fellow man
You  become FREE YOURSELF.

Though for years, I drank my tears,
My thirst was never slaked.
And hatred's fused & melted sand

Does not a DIAMOND MAKE.



SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/3/2017
I've been writing a book about my Scientology experience. And in doing so I found I had a root of bitterness in me. Not only towards Scientologists, but toward a lot of people who have hurt me in my life. It cost me a great deal of mental anguish. I ended up making a decision to forgive again. Throughout my Christian walk I've had to do this. Forgiving others is not an option. In order to be forgiven by God, you must forgive other people. Think of all the ***** rotten stinking things you've done to others I thought to myself. They may not have forgiven you. But you still need to forgive them. And forgive yourself while you're at it! So I asked God again to give me the willingness to forgive. I made the decision to forgive. And I do forgive. Forgiving does not mean forgetting. You don't let people hurt you over and over again. All it means is that you are relinquishing them of the debt that they owe you. And you, in turn, are forgiven of the debts you owe as well.

Unforgiveness is like self-administered poison. It can cause all kinds of diseases. Cancer is caused by stress. Arthritis can be directly attributed to unforgiveness. One of my major problems physically is osteoarthritis. And there is a strong possibility that I may have cancer. I do not wish to have either of these things obviously. So the first medicine I'm going to take is spiritual....

That's why I call myself SOULSURVIVOR.

I'm writing and reading on the internet again, obviously. See you soon!
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

my dog is kinder
than most people

my cat too


SoulSurvivor
Some people might
Think me a certain way.

They don't. Animals happen
To be GREAT judges
Of character.
SøułSurvivør Nov 2020
Cats are sure a crazy race
They softly pad on paws
Then they turn their other face
And sharpen hidden claws!

Dogs have the minds of 3 year olds
They wag their friendly tails
They are brave, but foolish bold
And love unbeaten trails!

Cats are snuggly... then aloof
They're an independent lot
They eschew the ground
But love the ROOF
Unlike silly Spot!

Dogs wear their feelings
On their sleeves
(If sleeves are what they had)
They look baleful & they grieve
If chastised when they're bad.

Cats just go their merry way
When naughtiness addressed
You can SHOUT til end of day...
They could not care less!

Dogs lift their legs when they ***
Cats are WAY too grand.
Dogs love hydrants or the trees
Cats just dig in sand.

The thing about these pets is that
People have polarity
Either they like dogs
And can't stand cats
Or LOVE a cat's hilarity!

But I find each creature special
As they do life's dance
Dog's are WAY more social...

... but Vive La difference!

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
11/27/2020
SøułSurvivør Feb 2021
He flew, child of stardust
                  in the image of gods
          a being that inspired
                  the Greeks to bring him to earth.
    Springing from the blood of Medusa
beheaded by Persius, the horse of
                    the wind blew as a feathery, incarnate zephyr
      to Bellerophon who attemted capture
                                  what was never
                                      meant to be tamed.

Bellerophon sought to
                  fly with the ethereal beauty...
    like the wax-winged
          Icarus who soared toward
                            Apollo's chariot - The SUN

More arrogant than even
                                Icarus, misguided fool,
            Bellerophon launched himself
                              on Pegasus' back toward
                                                the very STARS!

Like Icarus, he fell.

            Zeus made his wing'd stallion
                  a constellation in the firmament.

Now we make Pegasus a topiary.
                          what, do you suppose will
                                                Zeus do to US?
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
The Witches stir a cauldron
Encased in rust and mold
In it is burning fire
And many screaming Souls

They do not see the witches
They do not smell the stench
They only fight each other
With words that make me blanch

There are higher powers
Who constantly make war
They love the low emotions
And Thrive when there are more

The Witches stir The Cauldron
And laugh when they do see
Their victims fight each other
As they do continually.

And they may keep on fighting

Into ETERNITY.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/6/2016
I had long footnotes at one time. But due to my most recent writing, "prayer for humility" I've decided to take them down. I want no words railing against others to proceed from my pen. That is part of the problem not the solution. May everyone who reads this look at Alyssa Underwood scriptural references below. They are very pertinent. Evil has created a Punch and Judy show here on this site. The protagonists are like puppets being manipulated by Machiavellian forces beyond their ken. We must always remember that we are not battling blood and bone humans. But actual demonic forces. They love to stir the *** and cause people to degrade themselves with hatred. Let's stop it now. Whatsoever is Noble. Whatsoever is lovely. Whatsoever is of good report... meditate on these things. Thank you!

♡ Catherine
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
::::
The chains
'round      my
ankles      are
sterling fine
the
very
   best      that  
I could
find
:::
The
chains   'round
your     neck
are purest
gold
and
the      lock
will      cost
your
very
SOUL



So­ulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 17
2014
::::
The chains
'round      my
ankles      are
sterling fine
the
very
   best      that  
I could
find
:::
The
chains   'round
your     neck
are purest
gold
and
the      lock
will      cost
your
very
SOUL


So­ulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) September 17
2014
::::
The chains
'round      my
ankles      are
sterling fine
the
very
   best      that  
I could
find
:::
The
chains   'round
your     neck
are purest
gold
and
the      lock
will      cost
your
very
SOUL


So­ulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 17
2014
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
colors  
slide over  
ink-slick
○°○            skin           ○°○
○°○°             °○°○°          ○°○°
○°°○°○stretched○°○°°○
°°○○°○°°○°○°°○°○○°°
a skein of
furtive fabric  
wrought of woe    
and wrested    
from futility  
°°○°○°°○°○°°
pundits posture
○°°○°○°imposing ○°°○°○°
○○°○°°○°°postulating○°°○°°○
○°°○      ○°○their ○°○     ○°°○
○°○°      importance    ○°○°
°○°○°○         ○°°sleek°°○       °○○°○°
°○°○             insolence             °○°○
curls °°○
crafted○°
  churlish
     like a
             pre
          °°         hen
     °°          sile
       °○°○tail    


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/28/2017
I hope this comes out!
SøułSurvivør Sep 2015
---

soft
black swirls
finger touched
round
the edges

your face
indistinct in this
... my heart's
portrait
of features
obscured
by

memory

my
fingers
dark tipped
smear the
newsprint

perhaps
one day the
charcoal
will be
so heated
and compressed
by loving
rememberance
the planes
of your bones
become
facets
of
a

diamond


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/31/2015
perhaps only a visual artist
who's worked with the medium
can fully understand this

and then again maybe not
SøułSurvivør May 2017
The Dragon's Egg

To understand my addiction
You have to know the
Back-story.

I was born in the dead of
Winter. Wednesday's child...
Full of woe. I was a preemie.
Mom fell on her stomach while
On a chair trying to change a
Lightbulb. As unpreposessing
A child as ever was born...

I won't go into my childhood
Difficulties too much, as they
Might prompt your judgment
Upon my parents. They were
Not really at fault. They did
The best they could based
Upon *their
childhoods and
Limitations....

Mom was sick.
A great deal. The victim of
Horrific migraine headaches
And an undiagnosed (therefore
Untreated) bi-polar condition.
She had aspirations of being an
Actor. She really should never
Have had three children. She
Simply couldn't handle it. I was
Born only 16 months after her
Firstborn, my sister Chris. This
Definitely didn't help matters.
Then, because my little brother
Mark was born just as her
Acting career took off, she had
Much less time for my sister
And I. She had a newborn, a
Career, a husband and
Postpartum depression. Chris
And I (and eventually Mark)
Were neglected. Not really
Mom's fault. It was what
It was...

Dad was a complex man.
A hot-tempered stoic. A hard
Worker who hated manual
Labor. A war hero who also
Became a runner (he would
Become a severe
Alcoholic - an addiction he
eventually overcame).
A generous miser.
A cultured plebian.
A spiritually minded atheist.

I don't blame him. But the
Last dichotomy was our
Downfall. We were
disallowed from church. Went
To an atheist Sunday School.
We learned about all the world
Religions save Christianity.
Or maybe I missed THAT lesson.
But as a result I had no real
Moral compass to live by. My
Parents tried to teach us
Ethical behavior, but because
Jesus and the Holy Spirit weren't
A part of the equation it was
Doomed to failure. One can't
Simply be "moral" or "ethical".
Without Jesus, we are all
Rank sinners. Sorry if this
Offends some of you. But it's
TRUE. Jesus paid the price.
Only faith in Him can make
A person right with the Father.
All else is vanity. My father
Spent his lifetime trying to be
A "good" man. He tried to
Be a "good" husband. A "good"
Father. But his efforts
Always stymied by lack
Of the essential puzzle piece....

JESUS**.
I wanted to read this afternoon,
But this work kept gnawing at
My concentration. Now I can
Go back to reading. Thanks!
SøułSurvivør May 2017
The Dragon Hatched

Baby snakes are always
The most dangerous.
They have not yet
Learned how to release
Their venom. I was a
Horrible little girl.
A terrible tease. I had
(And still have) a
Samurai tongue.
I know just where
To cut where it
Hurts the most.
And just like that
Baby snake
I struck out at
My baby brother.
Poor Mark. To this
Day he bears the
Marks of my fangs.
I'm being brutally
Honest. I was an
Unholy *terror
...

I wish for your
Compassion however.
Hurting children
(People) hurt other
Children (people)
.
There's a incubator
For bullies. Mine was
In an incident when
I was 3 years old.

My sister and I were
*****. Not molested.
*****. By a child
Predator on a train.
My mother was sick
With one of her
Blinding migraine
Headaches. She
Couldn't watch us.
So we ran around
The train
Unrestrained. The
Obvious happened.
My sister, only 4,
Always felt guilty
Thereafter that she
Couldn't protect me!
My SOUL cries out
As I write this!
That little girl was
So wounded that
She withdrew from
Me for her guilt...

And *doted
on my
Baby brother.

This absolutely *slayed
Me!
and my sweet
Little baby brother
Received the brunt
Of my brutal anger.

I WAS ANGRY!!!
At everyone and
Everything. And the

DRAGON HATCHED...


SøułSurvivør
5/21/2017
This is all I can write.
The feelings are beyond
Pain. I feel SO compelled
To write this. Sometimes
I cry out to God...

WHERE WERE YOU???
WHEN WE NEEDED YOU
MOST? WHERE???

But He answers,
"I staid that man's hand.
He wanted to ******
You both. Your brave
Sister talked him
*OUT OF IT!!!"*

Thank you, Chris.

THANK YOU, GOD.
SøułSurvivør May 2017
Dungeons and Dragons

The world of my childhood
Was so bleak as to be
Untenable. There *were
good
Times, yes. These were as
Gems set in clay. A black
Muck that oozed from the
Dungeon of despair.

I was so demonstrative
In my need for acceptance
And love the other children,
As kids do, smelled the
Blood in the water. And,
As children do, they attacked.
I was dog meat. Which
Made me all the more
Vicious toward my poor
Baby brother. Which
Made me feel more
Guilty. And so went the
Spiral of despair. Finally
I found the "cure" for
My angst. Fantasy.

I have no idea how
To even begin to tell
You about my fantasies.
I began to rock myself
To sleep at a very young
Age. A self-comforting
Action I acquired from
Babyhood. I also bounced.
On our springy couch, I'd
Rock myself back & forth
So as to bounce myself
From the back of it. I'd
Listen to music while
Doing this, and fantasize
Of being in lands beyond
My ability to describe here.
It would be too time
Consuming. But I was
Heroine of my
Daydreams. Beautiful.
Wise. Immortal. Like
One of JRR Tolkien's
Elves. I loved his books.
I devoured fantasy
Stories. And absolutely
Loved dragons.
I started drawing
Painting at a very young
Age. And the dragon was
My greatest source of
Inspiration. He was the
Catalyst which brought
The fantastic brew to life...

...and nearly destroyed me.

There's an upside to all
This, folks. The dragon is
Satan. He's the author
All addiction, pain and.
Suffering on earth.

Well. I know his secrets.
And I aim to expose them

One... by... *
ONE!*



SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/27/2017
It's now 1:00 in the morning.
I really should try to sleep.
But I needed to get some of
This stuff off my chest.

Thanks for reading and not
Judging me. I WAS a weird
Child. But I had my reasons...
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
The Dragon's Apprentice

When I left off in my last segment I mentioned Cricket. That's NOT her name, but none of the people in my tales of woe shall have their true names revealed (save family members).

Cricket was a flibberty-gibbet. The modern definition (and the archaic) are applicable. She was flighty. And an irresponsible gossip. But more than that, the girl was evil. A "fly by the gibbet" feasting on the rotting corpses of the convicts slain there. I don't believe she *meant
to be evil. She was (and is) an irresponsible person. She's a gypsy who lives life by the seat of her pants. She was a crack ******* addict. She was one of my suppliers later on in my life. But more on that later. Right now I'm going to tell you the dynamic of our relationship.

Her father and mother (and sister) targeted her sexually. She was a "problem child". So she moved in with us. She was 2 years younger than I. I was 13 when she moved in. We got along fine... at first. But I was an overweight teen. Not terribly attractive. After I lost the weight, due to illness, she became extremely jealous. We'd have terrible rows, some even physical fights. She'd "borrow" my clothing, and appropriate it. When I'd demand it back, she'd "somehow" stain it, or put holes in it. She'd tell her friends (especially male friends) awful things about me. But her worst attribute was her penchant for drugs. She was my supplier even back then. My mom has yet to forgive her for this, and her wayward ****** ways, which influenced me as well.

I'll never forget one incident. She brought home a couple of good lookin guys, a 1/2 ounce of very potent marijuana, and a brownie mix. Yup. She talked me into letting her make Alice B Tokeless brownies in my parent's home! I was afraid of the repercussions if my parents found out (though, quite honestly, the ethics of doing such a thing eluded me). But Cricket and her friends talked me into it. So the brownies were made. The whole house was permeated with the smell of baking chocolate & ***!

We each ate
one brownie, and were so high we got lost on a hike around the neighborhood! I lived on an old ranch in the desert. The Tucson Mountain foothills. Anyway, we were good n ******! Well. We returned to find my brother and his little friend had returned from hiking, also... and had eaten half the pan!

This may, on the face of it, seem humorous. But it was not! Those two little boys were high for three days! They were obliterated!

Now, granted, i didn't know my brother & his friend were home. I thought they'd gone to his friend's house. But, NO! They'd just gone on a hike and were nowhere in evidence when the brownies were made. But I got in SO much trouble! Cricket did, too, but because SHE was YOUNGER the brunt of the punishment was on me.

And that pretty much sums up our whole relationship. I was the cat's-paw. A role I was to carry on well into my adult life.

There's more on Cricket in my next segment. But I want to introduce another character in my comedic tragedy of errors also. Another girl who I will term
PILL**...


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/17/2017
Sorry I haven't been around. Had a friend come in from out of town. I'll be reading a bit tonight, and will concentrate on doing the same tomorrow. But I HAD to write this. I want to conclude chapter 1 so my friend can read it. Thanks for understanding!
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
Enter the Dragon

I didn't start with my addiction until I was 13. It was at that point that I found alcohol. "Demon ***". And a terrible scourge it was for a majority of my life.

I want to preface this next segment by saying that I love my father dearly. He is now sober and has been many decades. But at the time my story is being told, he was an alcoholic. Of the first water. A "responsible" drunk. He held down a job. A job he hated. And so he ran away from life when he could. And both my parents liked to throw parties. There were always mixed drinks. Martinis. *Lots of them
. After a few my father could no longer maintain. He couldn't mix the drinks. So guess who was recruited as bartender? You got it. And I began to imbibe in my own creations as I had to "test" the taste. They were good, alright. And my customers got plowed! I would have also, but God had His hand on me, even then. I somehow knew better. I got tipsey. But my REAL alcoholic behavior would come later. At that point I began raiding my father's liquor cabinet. The drugs came later, too...

... enter a little girl named CRICKET.**


SøułSurvivør
6/3/2017
One martini, two martini, tee martooni, four... on the FLOOR!
SøułSurvivør May 2017
I was never the hero of
My own life. Nor did I try to
Be. I ran. No Red Badge of Courage.

No Olympiad. No laurels to be placed
On a head bowed in humility. I ran...
In the wrong direction. I had a Dragon
To chase, you see. No St George,
However. I wanted to embrace the
Monster, and take it home. And in
Doing so, i was severely burned
In the process
.

I've spent a majority of my life
severely addicted to drugs and
Alcohol. Anything. ***. Amphetamines.
Acid. ***... Anything that could
Alter my pathetic state. I was the
Walking Wounded. Dead. My drug
Of choice was *******. Crack. It did
The job better than anything else
I tried. The euphoria a road to
That fabulous beast unlike any other.
That pipe and lighter its flaming maw.

But, ironically, the rock of my shame
Lead to the Rock of my Salvation.

And I finally ran... into Jesus's arms.
I've decided to write a book about
My addiction... and salvation. It's going to take up a
Great deal of time, so please bear
With me... thanks!

♡ Catherine
was never the hero of
My own life. Nor did I try to
Be. I ran. No Red Badge of Courage.

No Olympiad. No laurels to be placed
On a head bowed in humility. I ran...
In the wrong direction. I had a Dragon
To chase, you see. No St George,
However. I wanted to embrace the
Monster, and take it home. And in
Doing so, i was severely burned
In the process.

I've spent a majority of my life
severely addicted to drugs and
Alcohol. Anything. ***. Amphetamines.
Acid. ***... Anything that could
Alter my pathetic state. I was the
Walking Wounded. Dead. My drug
Of choice was *******. Crack. It did
The job better than anything else
I tried. The euphoria a road to
That fabulous beast unlike any other.
That pipe and lighter its flaming maw.

But, ironically, the rock of my shame
Lead to the Rock of my Salvation.

And I finally ran... into Jesus's arms.



I've decided to write a book about
My addiction... and salvation. It's going to take up a
Great deal of time, so please. Thanks!



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine J̌arvis
SøułSurvivør Sep 2014
Another video I had produced last year.
The youtube link is:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=
IS63GLVTqLo


You can read the poem while listening.
It comes onto the screen.
SøułSurvivør Nov 2020
Look at the dancing dragon
He puts on quite a show
He lifts up high into the air
As the wind begins to blow.
A wind of change is whipping
Round & round it goes
As it becomes a hurricane
Or an EF5 tor-na-do.

China's at the wall, my friend.
To scale like a flood
Question why their banners fly
Red as flowing blood.
Red, with pretty little stars
A fallen angel brood
They will come a-marchin'
We'll be DONE for GOOD.

Ever wonder why, ye fools
They buy up to the south?
You don't hear THAT on the news
But it is TRUE, by oath!
The dragon's near. Yep. It's HERE.
WE ARE IN IT'S MOUTH.

They don't NEED to buy US.
Think not? You'll find you're WRONG.
They have surely purchased us
And did so for a song.
They don't NEED to fight a war...
It already could be WON.
The Chinese have not marched without
They've conquered from WITHIN.

What will happen to U.S.
Only God can tell.
But the Red Chinese are waiting...

AT THE GATES OF HELL.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
11/8/2020
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