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SøułSurvivør Mar 2016
I was born a sandwich kid
Not much love was shown
There was a situation
Lonely and alone
I would cry, affection dry
As a desert bone.

I had no preprocessing traits
If care were in a well
I would fail if I sunk my pail
Into the depths of hell
Neglect my due so it ensued
I grew up a shell.

We all need love to water us
A child must be fed
But if the care's not in the air
They might as well be dead

Cakes are baked with sugar
If it's not put in first
Can't bake again the bitter end
The cake is dry as dust.


And so I started using drugs
When I was but a teen
I ditched school, I was a fool
Because I could have been

Anything I wanted
Instead out there wasted
A runaway, a wasteland
A stunted tree and blasted.

(chorus)

I turned to religion
I thought I was home free
Buddhism, the SRF
And scientology

Transcendental Meditation
I read of the Bahai'
I read the book Siddhartha
It was like a high

But i lost faith and turned to drugs
Over and over again
I was ******, could not atone
I can now this story pen

(chorus)

Then I found my savior
The Lord Jesus Christ
I was beat, but He was heat
And melted all the ice
Around my heart, then I did start
To conquer every vice

I found the Holy Spirit
I found my Father dear
Don't think it odd, I found God
And now I have no fear!

We all need Love to water us
With Manna we are fed
We conquer sin, and we can win,
We can get ahead

We all need a High Tower
A place where we can go
To bask in love from up above
and let the Spirit flow!

[bridge]
We can all find sweetness
It CAN be restored
We are FREE and we can SEE
OUR PRECIOUS SOVEREIGN LORD!



SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/19/2016
I was loved as a child, but I never felt it. It is in retrospect that I can see the love my parents had for me. They had many problems. My mother was very sickly. My father was addicted to alcohol at a very tender stage in my life. He stopped drinking. But by then it was too late. I felt like my cake had already been baked. I hated school because I was teased terribly. I was different. And I had abilities that other children didn't have. So they sledged me to the ground. And I was a sandwich child which didn't make things any easier. I was born scarcely a year after my sister. My mother fell off a chair onto her stomach and I was born prematurely. I've had a hard life. And I believe that I had not found the Lord Jesus Christ I would not be alive today.

For all you teens out there who are having trouble in school, please don't give up. Continue your studies fervently. It is only with an education that you can really do what you want to in life. It's very rare to find Second Chances. I found mine because of my innate abilities. But I could have been anything I wanted to be if I'd had an education! Be smart and get one!

-
Zhivagos Muse Feb 2016
so I passed by this gentleman today at the park & through his broken English came to find out he is from Germany, East Berlin to be exact...his name is Hans. I asked him how he came to Michigan & he began telling me his story, you could see him travel back in time right before your very eyes. He and his wife, Hannah, kept watch over the guards near a section of the wall that was near some summer cottages. At night the 'women' from town would 'entertain' the officers in the foliage, so they put whatever they could fit in their baby stroller, draped as much clothing on themselves as they could manage, & by the grace of God one night the baby did not cry & they were able to run to freedom to West Berlin. He went on to describe how he came first to Canada & then upon hearing of the higher wages in Detroit, came to live in Sterling Heights. It's funny when I asked him & a lady from Poland the day before where they were from, they both said "well from here" despite their obvious accents...home is indeed Michigan for them both now...& for Hans, he's never returned to East Berlin.


*when you see an older person, take the time...I assure you, you will never leave disappointed.
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
-o-o-o-o-o-

in forgiving others
you actually break the
chains from

YOURSELF

10W
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/26/2016

I AM TAKING A HIATUS
TO DO SOME
FORGIVENESS WORKS


I CARE FOR YOU ALL

See you soon!

~♡~♡~♡~
I have a lot of people to forgive
I have been a targeted individual
for over 20 years
the subject of slander
and harassment from the
"Church" of Scientology

I was on staff with them
back when I was 17.
I left without permission
(a major sin in their eyes)
they have a "Fair Game" policy
anyone who is a "suppressive person"
against scientology
is labeled a "degraded being" and only fit
to die a slow, painful death

for twenty plus years
I have been systematically tortured
physically, emotionally, mentally
and spiritually
they've attempted to induce suicide
that way they could commit ******
But THEIR hands would be "CLEAN"

THERE ARE MILLIONS OF TARGETED INDIVIDUALS WORLDWIDE

PLEASE PRAY FOR US ALL

-o-o-o-o-o-
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
This is The Song!
It just came bursting out of me!
You can't imagine the MUSIC!
JUST GLORIOUS!
Try to put in your mind all
The old standard Hymns
and give them a twist...


VICTORIOUS!

When I was filled with doubt and fear
I felt You not - no Presence near

I was burdened - world worn
T'was then I was, by faith, reborn.

T'was then I fell upon the cross
T'was then I knew all was not lost!
T'was then I knew the Lord's Decrees
T'was then I fell upon my knees.

Through those dark days
and tortured nights
When I had lost the will to fight

T'was then the light so blinded me
All I could say was, "GOD SAVE ME!"

T'was then i saw You standing tall!
T'was YOU! My God. My All in All.
T'was then I knew I'm doubly blessed
T'was then I stood

VICTORIOUS!

And Christ will STAND AS KING AGAIN!
I cannot wait until that when!

He'll stand as King. Yes. Of this world!
His banner bright. His flag unfurled.

He'll stand a Monarch - fair and just...
He'll stand as God.

VICTORIOUS.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/29/2015
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Dreams of Sepia Sep 2015
every single new
summer day a butterfly is
born else dies
Ever think of the truly beautiful people out there. It takes courage to be a butterfly.
Dreams of Sepia Sep 2015
Iggy & Lou,
my iron angels
I do love you two
I am your sister now
schooled in experience
a Passenger
a Transformer
of dark days
though, Lou
they never tried
to fry my brain
thank god
Iggy, what did you do
when you were bored
locked up
what did you do
to shock them
I want to see your notes
& what they wrote
what havoc you caused
if you tried to jump over the fence
Boys, no matter how they treated you
your music still came out
they couldn't stop you
& they won't stop me
for with you, I am free
donning my leather
strutting my stuff
spitting words
out like charcoal
& grit
through the night's
backside
I trust everyone knows who Iggy Pop & Lou Reed are. Iggy Pop was sectioned in hospital at the height of his fame, when he was also writing his most controversial music, apparently criticizing the government. Lou Reed was given electroshock therapy for apparent schizophrenia because his family did not understand his personality.  I have been in similar situations & what's more, as a poet, it happened to me at a pivotal stage in my career & when instead of receiving protection, because I'd had my life threatened because of it & was afraid, I was locked up in hospital as mentally ill for it.
Joe Dusk Jul 2015
What would you see if the world flipped round?
Would the wall come crashing down?
Or could the sky fall down in shame?
At the loathing destructive game.

Under, Under the monster calls.
Writhing for the small foot falls.
Flashing teeth of molten red.
Would would save the victims head?

Once again he rumbles on,
Still the watchers pass along,
Dreading once a sniveled cry,
The little shrieks, no more like whines.

Above it watches for glorious meal.
A final scream and snap and peal.
Once running scared the little feet.
Revel in the devils defeat.

Under, Under the stories go,
With fright, sorrow, and doom below.
But mighty mighty is the strife.
Now go and save just one more life.
Chrissy Cosgrove Feb 2015
we both watched them run until their bodies became to frail to function
they wore themselves out and broke themselves down into nothing
we behaved as if bystanders to some gruesome accident in the making
powerless in our capability to rescue,
but burdened with the weight of survivor’s guilt all the same

we both watched them run faster than we could keep up with
their arms pumped by their sides, their elbows shoving us away
we called out to them, we screamed:
"aren’t you getting tired yet?"
but our words were lost in the dust they created

we both watched them run farther away from us,
farther away from the unknown they were searching for so desperately
we both watched them run until there was nothing left to see
H W Erellson Dec 2014
Out on the runway, screaming at grey engines
how did he not open his stomach up in front of the T.V.?
how did Tommy go on living,
the boy never showed, they were to fight at 3, after school
who will I fight now? Who will I hurt?
Who has survived the drowning
Black Atlantic,
bone nails clawing to shore,
writhing in the black tentacles
of scuba gear.
Who stalks the land anew;
unafraid.
for Max, whose wounds are fresh, but healing.
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