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sea change always happens
at the point of no return

SøułSurvivør
(C) 3/25/2014
10W
shivering
shadows
of lingering fingers
fulfilling... culminating
this coil of mortality...
muted mystery
sought

bewitching
he runs his hands
ravishing desires...
beautiful thought

harbinger to eternity
he holds your heart
within ethereal
grasp

longing for
languid lethargy
breath becomes
your last...

blackest kiss
transcends bliss
faded flowers known

towards the light
in your flight
to heaven
to God's

throne

glory glitters
all around
you're jaw
is opened
slack!

Jesus says,
"... it's not your time...
my child, you're going

BACK!

I'm the Lover of your soul.
do not covet Death...
he will come when
I allow...
for now, in me rest..."

so, now, you are
caught by Him
back to earth
returned

you have to wait
for divine fate...

*another lesson learned.
This was written for a friend.
I know the style changed toward the end... but I promised this poem
and wanted to complete it
earth and wind
spew cloudy corruption.
I bite the breathing blossom
trying not to inspire
inky irritation.
ignorance.
ignominy.

I inhale anyway.

how, after all, can one

stop breathing?



SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/13/2017
When a person inhales the ash from a volcano, they take in billions of tiny fragments of glass. If you don't suffocate from this you drown in your own blood.

#modern-times #godlessness
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when you feel like
you're drowning


learn to be a fish!.

[10W]
SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/14/2017

Thanks for the honor!
This was a very pleasant surprise!  

Blessings to you ALL!

♡Catherine
Here's a little pome
From your little girl
Dedicated to the one
Who brought me
             to the world...

I wasn't an easy child
I thought it would be fun
To run through
              the house screaming
              tormenting everyone!

There was the time
              when I got "lost"
It must've made you bats!
But, of course, you found me...
               in a cage with feral cats!

I got lost on that Hawaiian trip
In that department store...
The largest in the country!
Couldn't find me anywhere!

Another time I climbed on up
To cookies on the shelf...
The top of those cabinets!
I could have killed myself!

Then, as I got older
I became more wild
I won't go into details
But I was a tough child!

I'm surprised I'm still around
For all the things I've done
I must be here to love you now
And I DO love you, ***!

Yeah, I'm surprised I'm living!
I've done SO many things...
I got high... could've been higher...
With a halo and some WINGS!

'Cause moms?
They can be tougher
They can do more than shout
They brought us
IN to this 'ol world...
            and they can take us OUT!

Here's to my Maternal Unit
Yup... you must've passed the test
And when God gave out the hearts

He gave you the BEST!


♡ Your daughter Catherine
Our neighbors kept feral Manx
cats. I got "lost" when I was 4.
The momma cat had had a
litter of kittens in a cage they
kept in the backyard, and I
decided I wanted to pet the kitties. That mother cat
was pacing and hissing for
all she was worth! I made my
mom frantic! And that sure
wasn't the LAST TIME! LOL!

I'm going to be gone most of the
day at a mom's day party...
Lord willing I'll be back reading
Tomorrow ♡♡♡
Once upon a time,
You were going to be my valentine.
But then things changed,
And I'm betting you've forgotten my name.

Once upon a time,
You were going to be my valentine.
Things ended too soon,
But we're still staring at the same moon.

Once upon a time,
You were going to be my valentine.
But you had someone else,
You couldn't help yourself.

Once upon a time...
As soon as her pen touched the page,
She could feel her ideas bursting at the seams.

So many intentions to sprout from one word,
So many patterns to draw out onto the page.

There was hesitation at first,
But she soon learned that it would all come to.

And so she wrote.
Nothing could stop her now.
Infant flakes swirl down towards the ground
Finding their place upon cars
Or the sodden streets below.

The crystallized drops hurry to their new home,
Sticking amongst windows,
Escaping away from the dull, gray sky above.

As soon as they land,
They briskly melt.
Bitterness pours into
The mind, akin to
sulfuric acid in dark ink

****** chemicals
Blossoming to clouds
in the vessel
Of consciousness

Becoming phantoms, ghosts
All manner of nightmare
Haunts, parasitic, they proliferate

Be aware, they live
in your nighttime anger

The kind you sleep on

To sleep, perchance to

*DREAM
Don't let the sun go down on your anger. I had a bad experience at a family
Get-together which I allowed
To eat at me. That turned to
Depression and bad dreams

I'm better now thank God
He always helps me through!

Please have patience  with me
I'm reading again, but slowly!
It's at the point of desperation that the soul finds its deepest desire,
and in that desire lies everything of which true life is made.
Perhaps the first and central question concerning surrender
ought not to be, “What am I willing to give to God?”
but “What am I willing to receive from Him?”

For it's only in the realization that I have nothing to give Him and
He has everything to give me that true humility and surrender come.
If I would simply receive all He offers me and let Him fill me up
I would have no room in my hands to hold onto anything else.  
But how often it is that we won't receive it until everything else is lost.

It's the secret and inexpressible dreams of the soul
which are the hardest things of all to let go and the last to go.
When they are finally gone we have nothing left to run to but Him,
and when we do we find that He is the beginning,
the end and the center of every secret dream.

Ah, blessed Peniel—that mysterious and holy ground
where heartache collides head-on with romance,
that deep and shadowed land where we struggle
with God and with men and we overcome,
that painful yet glorious place which we may leave limping
with a wrenched hip but we do not care, for we have seen God’s face—
like Jacob, may we not pass you by without being forever changed.
Genesis 32

~~~
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