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Pauline Morris Mar 2016
If I die what does it matter
I am already scattered
My minds not here, my heart is shattered
All you see is an empty shell
That by the way has gone through hell

So you can judge on first glance
Before you know me, or give me a chance
I don't really care, they all do
It doesn't reflect on me but you

I know what I am, I'm deppresed and splintered
Upon this bed of torture I've been rendered
Countless times, by countless monsters
Thats how my madness was fostered

So judge my sadness if you want
Or why my face looks so gaunt
You've not been where I have been
And you've not seen what I have seen
True monsters walk this earth
And to me they have given birth
SøułSurvivør Feb 2016
Marjorie picks up the phone,
She's quite sure that she's alone.
Punches in her "good friend's" number
She's excited! It's no wonder!
Something naughty to convey!
Can't wait to tell! Can't wait to say!
"Hello, Sally? Yeah, it's me!
I'm at the window... guess what I see!
You know that ***** across the way?
She's with another man today!
Hannah's hubby, right next door.
Can you believe that little *****?!!
I'm telling you 'coz I'm your friend
This wicked business has to end!
Wait a minute... there they GO!
They're leaving! I'll bet you know
Where they're headed. Oh, you bet.

A motel room is what they'll get.


Juicy fruit spills from the lips
Open mouth and out it slips
Sweet as strychnine to the tongue
Where the poison apple's hung.
If you've nothing nice to say
We're all ears! Come our way!
There's a tale to be told
Don't matter if yo young or old
It's a secret on the block...

... if it's scandalous, LET'S TALK!!!


Sally John finds her PC.
She has another "friend" you see...
"Hello, Jane? Just talked to Marge,
Got some news, and it is LARGE!
You know that harlot up the street?
You'll never guess her latest meat!
Hannah's hubby! Oh, her ****!
I can't believe this awful biz!
Marge told me, it can't be wrong,
They were KISSING... ON THE LAWN!!!
Then they drove off  in his car...
They weren't going very far
No-Tell Motel's where they're at...
Whatcha expected from an alleycat.
Hannah's gonna flip her lid!

I won't tell, so keep it hid...


-chorus-

The story spread around, of course.
Hannah's filing for divorce.
Then her hubby lost his job...

... as pastor of a CHURCH of GOD.


And the *****? Well. She died.
She committed suicide.

The real story was quite sad,
And I hope it makes you mad.
"Harlot's" son? He needed pills.
Guess no one knew that he was ill.
She wasn't goin' very far...

... and her pastor had a car.

Who's the culprit? Who's to blame?
Guess we all know her name.
Who's to count the tragic cost?
With one stroke two lives were lost!
Her little boy went 'round the bend.
An alcoholic in the end.

The tongue can be a thing of praise
Or ignite a mighty blaze!
So check your heart. Check your mouth.
Make sure that it's not headin' SOUTH.
Kindness is joy in age or youth....

... you reap what you sow and

THAT'S the TRUTH.



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) July 5, 2010
Gossip, or character assassination, in the
Bible, is tantamount to ******.

---
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
so you rage, and for death yearn
do not go gentle into that sway
cup fast your light and let it burn...

just as life's lived on its terms
night bows down to glorious day
here a lesson to be learned...

should you find a page has turned
and all your answers lie there... NAY!
the Lady's WON... not to spurned...

cup fast your light and let it burn
though the stars have lost their way
the ocean lies not in its spray
this to God I solemnly pray

cup fast your light and let it burn...
death is not bought, but by life earned.

DO NOT GO GENTLY INTO THAT GOODNIGHT...

RAGE! RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/2/2016
I don't presume to be as Dylan Thomas.
But this poem is for someone...

you know who you are  ♡
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
Your hands are dipped in crimson blood
you say there is no stain.
You're covered in the sores of death
you say there is no pain.
You're fitted with a millstone
you say there is no strain.
Your house is filled with mirrors
you say you are not vain.
You look like you're from Auschwitz
you say you only gain.
Your bed is made with razor wire
you say you have not lain.
The wood is full of splinters
you say there is no grain.
You're living in the depths of hell
you say you're

HOME AGAIN.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/30/2015
All rights protected
Denial of ANY addiction is a terrible thing.

-
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
All rights protected
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
@--\-----

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
Bluesy country song.

I must go off site a while
I'll read more when I get back

@--\-----
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
10W

plants
in
the
driest
soil
always
have
the
D
E
E
P
E
S
T

R

O
T
S


SoulSurvivor
(repost)
that's why a palm tree can
be blown flat in a hurricane
And then stand up straight after
the storm's past

it has one of the deepest taproots
of any tree

-///\\\-
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
Where are you, O valiant knight,
riding on your quest?
Capturing your deadly foe,
your metal for to test...

O'r the mountains lies the dragon,
secure within its lair.
It's gloating over victory...
it ate the maiden fair!

And so you mount your steed,
silver glinting from your spurs,
sally off to slay it...
avenge the death of her!

Oh! Is not this dragon beautiful?
Yes! An AWESOME prize!
With crystal wings and citron scales
and sapphires for eyes!

Emeralds on its sloping breast
rubies are its claws
fangs of alabaster
line it's fiery maw...

Perfumed incense, spicy smoke,
from its mouth a butane flame...
Once you've tried the dragon once
it is hell to tame!

Have you your armor fast secured?
Does the visor block your view?
You may chase the dragon
or it could be chasing YOU.

When will you turn and rend it?
Tear the ***** APART?
Strap your lance to your steed
and pierce it to its HEART?

Now, if you are victorious
you still must have a care...
for its blood is virulent
that cup you must not share!

You could quick behead it.
Mount it on your wall.
But it could poison you instead...
my! How the mighty fall!

So ride off in the sunset.
Leave the dragon where it fell.
It will slowly rust away...

and blow back into HELL.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/19/2015
"Chasing the dragon" is a term
commonly used by addicts to describe
the urgent need to capture the euphoria
of the first high.

I like to think MY Dragon is female.
Excuse the use of the swear word.
But she's a pure *****!

"Heaven hath no rage like
love to hatred turned. Nor
hell a FURY like a WOMAN SCORNED".

William Congreve said that.

And it is TRUTH.

---
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
torn
pages
torn
books
torn
hearts
torn
looks

torn
up
torn
down
t­orn
lip
torn
frown

wish
i'd
never
ever
been
born
now
the
envelop­e's
been

torn


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/15/2015
tired of feeling this way
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
I went to the window
I saw your soul of night
there was no flicker of a flame
no redeeming light

I went to the window
the dragons that I saw
had red, green and glowing eyes
were hideously flawed

I went to the window
I watched, but didn't care
that you struggled every day
that you were in despair

I went to the window
I saw you in the glass
but I didn't pray for you
I thought, "this, too, shall pass..."

I went to the window
and thought with a frown
"this person of iniquity
is surely going down..."

I went to the window
oh, what did I see?
that window was a mirror

the person there was ME.



SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/14/2015
Sometimes the sin we see in
others is our OWN. And don't
that make it kinda difficult to

JUDGE???
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