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

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haven't watched the sun rise
      in quite some time
but i can remember its warmth when
the corners of your eyes curl up in a smile

it's such a beautiful thing
when you get to sleep in
with no where to go
but up

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have walked along a road
That not many will take on
I have carried heavy loads
I've done right. I've done wrong.
I have held a pilgrim's pack
So long... so long...

Chorus
I am now a living stone
In a house which no one found
And I have felt my spirit groan
With no one else around

Alone
Alone

And I am still a living stone
I gave up, oh, all of Me
I am just a stone that stumbles
And I am a stone thrown free

Chorus

I am just a part of castles
In the sky & on the brink
I'm a stone cast on a pond
Skipping there at last to sink

Alone
Alone

Through many trials, Toils and snares
The slave trader came to know
Like him I know I brought it in
With the rock & with the snow...

But...

I know bruised reeds He will not break
A gut'ring lamp He won't put out
Though I'm rejected by the world
Here am I to scream out loud...

I'm not alone!
I'm not alone!

I'm not alone...



SoulSurvivor
aka
Write of Passage
3/18/2021

When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket

My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave

But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head

So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay

Turn to him
Pray unto him
Then came Covid and suddenly folks forgot about him.

We listen highly to the preacher preach about the power of God.
But when Covid came even they didn't think highly of his almighty power?

So I ask you?
What happened to God?

Trusting him.
Relying upon him.
Where is your faith?
Many are asking this?

Some getting the shot and still die.
While others never and they still alive