God's children tread a narrow path
Not the serpent's, smooth and wide
À different drummer, a different drum
Deep and throaty,  or full of pride

The devil's pulse upon his drum
Is quick and clever, 4/4 time
God's is art and full of heart
Traveling over stick and stone.

Satan's stretch is the smoothest stroll
Like a river you swan down
Jesus's has a happy goal
But it will cut you to the bone!

God's will take you over rocks
But has a map to guide your boat
The devil has idols that won't talk
In the end won't stay afloat!

You can slide through stones which scar
But stay with Jesus, man his oars
He has scars which grace His hands
These things come from being ar war.

O'r stone and thorn,
Rapids quick and dangerous
We expect some pain and tears
But we will go, for GO WE MUST!


Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat-tat-tat...
Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat-tat-tat...


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine Jarvis

their
forms
like
wax
melted
in
white
smears
down
their
vase

star­­s
abandon
them

their
moon
eclipsed

beautiful
still
the
sun
whi­c­h
once
sustained
them
is
now
their
sworn
enemy

and
their
cloyi­ng­
scent
fills
only
the
nostrils
of

the

dead



SoulSurvivor
(­C­) 1/31/2016

The hills burn
Smokey cloud
Over the valley
Wind whipping up
Sparks of misty droplets
Through the windows
Of the house next door

Shadows genuflect
On the asphalt before
The streetlight
Thick foliage shrugs
Its burly shoulders

Smells of wet
Sage on the mountain

Gently the spring
Has closed the
Throat of thunder

I close my eyes
But no lightning makes
Its traces behind my lids

Summer waits...



SoulSurvivor aka
Invisible inc aka
Write of Passage
2016
More

~~~^♡^

black light posters
lava lamps
purple haze
and mega amps

bright **** rugs
in pink and green
long straight hair
or Afro-Sheen

go ask Alice
how time flies
starships blast off
In her eyes

yellow ribbons
in her hair
Vietnam
Scarborough Fair

beaded curtain
leather n lace
brains are gone
without a trace

Mother Mary
let it be
flower power
love for free

you can find
a cause to bend
but it's hard
to find a friend

psychedelic
music blasts
what was "groovy"
now the past



soulsurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine Jarvis
5/10/2015

Lips just as scarlet as two birds red and bold!
Teeth ǰust as white as the sheep in a fold

Hair as golden as the honey you love,
Eyes just as soft as a sleepy grey dove,

Her skin velvet apricot, cheeks Pansey pink,
Ears like curved orchids, the dew Jewels wink.

She is compared to those lovely things
Even to angels who lifts off sans wings!

But her skin's from a bottle, her hair is from same,
Her lips are from sticks, her falseness her shame.

Her ears are much pierced, eyelids touched with paint
Her teeth are hard plastics,  no folks, real she AIN'T

If you're born with a blemish, you can fool the eye,
But don't even try it, you'll be caught in a lie!

You could go ahead with a chemical peel,  
But, men, date a posy... at least they ARE REAL!

Cathy Jarvis
SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

This is a message to some shills
Only you know if you fit that bill
I will NOT banter.
I won't make a fuss.
I will NOT debate
whether you're one of US
You may want me hurting
You may want me crying
If you're selling that, brother,
I am NOT BUYING.
You WANT people in pain.
You WANT them to pine.
Those are YOUR tactics
THEY ARE NOT MINE.

I'm not a cruel person. I'm in a bind,
Cuz YOU think me weak
WHILE I'M ACTUALLY KIND.
HERE'S WHERE I STOP.
HERE'S WHERE IT ENDS!
You want disputes
Between friggin FRIENDS!

Here's what YOU do. Here's how YOU act.
You come in like wolves and try to attack.
Pull a young animal out from the herd.
Say they aren't legit... on only YOUR WORD!
I'm new to Twitter. So I'm out there, I see.
So you want to sow discord
AND DISCREDIT ME.

BUT GET THIS STRAIGHT.
DOWN TO THE BONE.
IF YOU THINK YOU'RE WINNING
YOU ARE DEAD WRONG
IF IT COMES DOWN TO TACKS

I'LL STAND ALONE.


Catherine Jarvis
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/1/2017

you could spend
your life
figuring out
what to do.

10 word
SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine Jarvis

O sovereign Lord, I seek your face
I wish to walk your walk
Would like to know what you see and hear
I would like to share, please
Your soft voice as you talk.
Your waterfalls  so clear

I can imagine a hovering hawk
An enormous breaching whale
Her mighty lungs breathe rainbows
She has starlight on her tail.

The great tusks of an elephant
The slender throat of swans
The fragrance of a blood red rose
The blue Kentucky lawns
Soft fur of an ermine
The melting eyes of fawns

But these things are all fleeting
The petals of the flower
The ticking toc of a second hand
Clocks quickly sound the hour

God has no beginning
He'll never have an end
His time on earth
Was 33 years short
But the veil had to rend!

If I told of our Lord's pain
Would you lend your ear?
If I told about His death
You wouldn't shed a tear.



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine Jarvis

hush, hush, hush a bye
while we sing a song
don't you weep
no, don't you cry
we'll help you
to be strong

we're the stars
outside your window
rainbow colored on your sill
can't you see the
curtain billow?
hush a bye now
child be still!

the night is
strumming us a tune
in gold across the galaxy
can't you hear
ol' Billy Moon
playin' his guitar for free?

the stars are your
warm blanket, child
keeping you safe
from chilly harm
don't be scared,
we've chased the baddies
you are safe within our arms.

look out there
from your high window
there is a light
that did explode!
it's a star that did go nova
due to system overload!

why did that star
die out there, child?
why did it up and fall so fast?
because it lit up
so brightly for you
and such Stars
weren't meant to last!



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine Jarvis

This is a fictional account, but based
On truth for many women. I was,
Myself, abused by an ex-boyfriend.

---

Here's the ballad of Hammer Hand,
I'm here to spread it 'cross the land.
He loved to hit, as you can see.
What he hit was mainly me.
He was a brawler in the day,
But I left him where he lay.

This is for you gals out there
Who are hopeless, in despair,
Who are battered, made to kneel,
I do this so we both can heal.

I was kicked upside the head,
But now ol' Hammer Hand is dead.

~~CHORUS~~
Hammer Hand, oh Hammer Hand,
Did beating me make you a man?
I have suffered your attack,
You have made me blue on black,
Your heart was black, my soul was blue,
Your soul was false, my heart was true.

~~~~~~

Hammer Hand was tall and lean,
He was big, and ha was mean,
He would snack and he would punch,
Then he would demand his lunch.
He used to hit me when he drank,
His breath was fetid, his body rank,
Whenever help I'd try to seek.
He would hit me into next week.

~~~~~~

Hammer Hand is dead today
And this is what I have to say,
I told him when he broke my teeth,
He would pay and come to grief!
Satan himself will take you down,
And you'll be six feet underground.

~~ CHORUS ~~

I'm a woman so you're bold,
But Hammer Hand, you're getting old,
Hammer Hand you've had your fun,
But don't forget I have a SON.
You can make me black and blue,
But don't you go and  hit him, too!
Don't make him hate you, make him mean,
Soon he will be seventeen.

You said a thing which I believe,
You said you'd **** me if I leave.
But me 'n Jamie gonna pack,
We're gonna leave and not come back.
When I die, at least I know,
Where I'm bound, which way I'll go!
Down inside you know as well,
You are goin' straight to hell.

Hammer Hand, O Hammer Hand,
Now we've left, are you so grand?
You won't hurt us anymore,
'Cause you're dead upon the floor.
I don't think that you'll survive,
Shot with your own 45,

It wasn't me, I'm not that brave...

T'was Jamie put you in the grave.

At sixteen he was pale and shy

But he put a slug between your eyes.

You made him beg. You made him bow.

Well. I hope you're happy now.



Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) June 11, 2011

I was abused by an ex-boyfriend.
I made him leave.
Threw all his stuff out.
He stalked me for one year

I wrote the following poem before I was redeemed by Jesus. I became justified and the days like this are fewer and farther between...

~~~~~~~~~~~

those days when it is all you can do to motivate yourself to eat or drink

those days when it is difficult to read
let alone write and the phone
weighs a million pounds....

those days when you are not physically sick...
but even your hair hurts...

those days when you feel like the
doom around you is a membraine
of purest pain. ...

you ever had one of those days?

good if you haven't.

i would not wish them on my
worst enemy...


catherine

~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was Jesus Christ who brought me out of a chronic depression! AMEN.

One Day the sun will shine
One Dream I'll have my day
For now I sit here waiting
For now I only pray

One Day I'll share bounty
One seed will be a shoot
For now I till the soil
One Dream someday
Will fruit

One Day my ship will harbor
And dock when it is due
I'll unload in labor
But MY DREAM WILL COME TRUE.



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine jarvis

SøułSurvivør Dec 2019

Eternity

Imagine, if you will my friends
A skein of silken thread,
White as floes of feather snow,
The very tip is red.

Imagine then, this thread to wend
The universe about
To wrap red Mars & every star
A thousand times enroute.

Let nebulae be woven there
The planets knitted tight
The skeins are lit
like lanterns fair,
The red tip scarlet bright.

That tip so insignificant
Can represent this life.
It's carmine hue
the blood we shed
In suffering & strife.

The rest of the
White stretch of string
Why, let's let it be
A tale untold, let it hold
The rest... Eternity.

Yet all that stretch of silver skein,
This concept may be tough,
But, my friends, it never ends!
There'd never be enough!

So why do people struggle so
To resist the endless love?
Let that tip of velvet yarn
Be dipped in Jesus's blood!

For then the skein
which then remains
Will indeed be white!
Sin's dark stain can be retained
And it is dark as night.

Hell or heaven. Listen friends!
This poet has a voice
Heaven. Hell. Truth to tell...

Eternity. YOUR CHOICE.



Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
12/13/2019

Hurting fingers, painful wrist,
Is there a part that I have missed?
Yep... I misspoke once again...
I guess arthritis reached my pen!


Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
SøułSurvivør

In a former time and place
When men and boys did lust
Young woman taken, there no trace
Of innocence and trust
Flowers wilted, laid to waste
Diamonds turned to rust.

Plucked, the wilted Flowers
No longer 'Ladies" by the score
Were made to work long hours
Were called harlots. **s.
Catholic "laundries", hell in store,
They weren't seen anymore.

Into those laundries they were placed
To be beaten, and much worse
Women unmarried lost all face
So by the "nuns" were nursed.
To them were worthless & unchaste
So to this hell were cursed.

Many ***** while there, inside
These "homes for wayward women"
No matter how they wept and cried
Could not leave the "institutions"
Many children in them died
In mass graves of "absolution".

"Priests" were given sanction
To ****** these poor babes!
They were of the unction
Men of the cloth, so said!
They had no compunction
In damning the unsaved!

This story is a true one.
In Ireland were found
Mass graves under rock & loam
Women & babies... bound!

Sometimes folks should go to hell
I hope, sometimes, they DO.
I hope there's a special well
And that's where they went to!

Those nuns and benighted priests!
How often I've thought
They deserve the hottest place...

... and I hope they ROT!!


SoulSurvivor
2021



The last Magdalene Laundry in Ireland closed for good on Oct 25, 1996.

Also known as Magdalene asylums, Magdalene Laundries were cruel and medieval institutions in which women were imprisoned, stripped of their human rights and abused sexually and otherwise.

Women sent to the Laundries were deemed “mischievous” or “scandalous” at an incredibly young age and spent years and years of their lives doing penance for their sins, guarded by ruthless nuns.

The Laundries were disguised as rehabilitation centers for “fallen” women; in reality, the women rarely made it out alive from these places. A mass grave of 155 corpses was discovered in Dublin in 1993

take a chance and roll the dice
bounce them off the boards
you're the type that cheats and hoards
indulgent in your vice

you're the princes, you're the lords
but take my advice
be careful, or you'll pay the price
what can you afford?

you look at me and chuckled
you laughed right out loud
you're so foolish and so proud
depending on your knuckles

your countenance began to cloud
your reserve to buckle
you lost your luck, i said "oh well"
your mantle is your shroud.



Write of Passage aka
Invisible ink
SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/18/2016


Thanks for reading

Love is like a honeybee
On honeysuckle vines
Either lovers smell the blooms
Or they weep and pine.

The bee is so like Cupid
He goes from flower to flower
He will mate with many blooms
He tarrys there for hours.

He gathers pollen for the Queen
On his furry legs
The honeysuckle blooms do freely give
The fair bee will never beg!

But the bee is black and yellow
A warning meant for some
Who try to steal the honey
They will be undone!

For the bees **** sweet nectar
Of the yellow vine that's hung
But misuse the bee and make it mad
You'll end up being STUNG!! 🐝🐝🐝


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis

peripheral vision
---

sometimes you view
with your one eye
something
miniscule
in size

it could be a
flitting bat
it could be a
dusty hat

it could be a
fire's light
it could be
the dead of night

you can feel there's
something wrong
but you look
and it is gone

---

sometimes you hear a
faroff sound
you don't try
to look around

it could be a
lonesome train
it could be a
thing in pain

it could be a
funny fuzz
it could be a
static buzz

the windblown pages
of a book
but you don't think
and you don't look

---

something came
and touched your hair
it could be
your last nightmare

it could be
an errant fly
it could be
a fairy sigh

it could be
a sulphur wind
but you don't feel it again

---

sometimes you taste
something that's ill
it lies within
a tounge unstill

it is bitter
it is sick
like gone bad almonds
arsenic

you ***** my face up
then you pout
it's not your fate to
spit it out

---

something is
tickling at your nose
it could be
a sewer flow

it could be acid
in the rain
it could be
something
in your drain

oooo you believe you smell that smell

it's coming from the
pit of hell


soulsurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
(c) 5/25/2015


sometimes we need to
trust our senses

When you are at your lowest
Your life seems null and void
When all your dreams are shattered
The storm you can't avoid.
There is a way to lift the heart
A way you can be buoyed

You may believe it's all God's fault
That's when you begin
To cut your nose to spite your face
You let the devil win

Because, my dears, IT'S HIS FAULT!
That putrid, stinking LIAR!
Don't let him get you mad at GOD
and take you to the fire!

Turn on the Monster Satan
At least give it a try
Destroy his works where he lurks
Give 'im a BLACK EYE!

Take care you don't REBUKE HIM
press him to the mat
Even the ARCHANGELS
Could not hazard doing THAT!

BUT WRITE A POEM ABOUT IT!
Why not make it TWO!
About the love of God above
And how He has helped YOU!

Take the trip and flip the script
Jesus is a friend
No matter what the obstacles
THIS IS NOT THE END!

Do not be despairing
God's hand's not weak at ALL...
Pray for good, it's understood
THEN WATCH SATAN FALL!!



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
2022

the heart of trees
is strong and staunch
they exude power
through every branch

they're singing out
to calling birds
they woo and sigh
The wind their words

a canopy
With leaf is made
they bring us coolness
in their shade

no creature do they
shun... despise
their flowers rare
offering gifts to eyes

in spring they flower
in summer green
in autumn russet
their flames are seen

in winter ****
their branches bare
but they don't weep
in angst despair

for in the bud
which they will send
they bloom come spring
yes they bloom again!

they can be cut
to bring them pain
but never in vengeance
do they find gain

they make a home
for birds and bees
The lovely, gentle
heart of trees.



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 3/21/2016

ironclad clouds
rain rust
roiling
on oil slick streets
tired and torporous
turgid with pothole
wells of water

wildly
windblown
fowl run afoul of
flights of fliers


SøułSurvivør aka
Invisible inc
Write of Passage
July 2019

a monsoon storm in the
desert southwest is an awesome
force. papers are sometimes carried
up into the thermals to end up
many miles away.

sage trees and salten stars
upon a pepper sky
once i walked
with my true love
through the fields of rye

parsley groves and hills of clove
sweet rosemary hair
we walked through the fields of rye
and smelled the savory air

embracing in the cinnamon
the world of heat and steam
it was stream of consciousness
it was just a dream

i looked at my love's lemon eyes
smiled at him and said,
"i really must have dinner
before i go to bed!"



Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
:soulsurvivor


4:00 in the morning
and I woke up hungry

"I am my Beloved's
and my Beloved is mine."
Song of Songs 6:3

I repent, my Beloved!
I sing you my song,
I've chased after idols
I've been grievously wrong!
You are my anchor
I'm weak, and You're strong.

I feel Your sorrow
I sense your great pain
I've chased all things golden
Again and again!
I need Your forgiveness
To remove my sin's stain.

I've tested your patience
I've wrestled with You
I've been furiously angry
Due to what I've been through
But You've been so faithful
You're tried and You're
TRUE

During this time
Of the Hebrew Elul
This time of repentance
This time of renewal
I give you my heart
And I give you my
SOUL

My dearly Beloved
My Lover, my Friend
My Bridegroom, My Brother,
This promise I send,
I will ever love you

World without end.


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 9/9/2017


"One thing I ask of the Lord,
This is what I seek:
That i may dwell in the
House of the LORD
all the days of my life,
to gaze upon the beauty
of the LORD
and to seek Him in His temple."

Psalm 27:4

The Hebrew letters used to indicate Elul can also be an acronym for
"I am my Beloved's and my Beloved is mine'

I've been wrestling with the Lord. And I started doing this around the time of the eclipse. It is more than a coincidence I believe that the eclipse happened just before the time of Elul. I ended up repenting totally for having questions about God's path for me in the past. I believe God is preparing me for something. I don't know what it is. But I have completely quit smoking, and have almost entirely cut out sugar from my diet. I'm being prompted to many other things of a profoundly personal spiritual nature. I believe this time of Elul also brings us back to our first love for the Lord. It certainly did that for me. I love Jesus with all my heart. Yeshua. Lover of My Soul.


A big thank you also to lovejunkie for mentioning the time of elul to me. Along with Alyssa Underwood (who i thank from the bottom of my heart) we were able to connect the dots and discover how God Supernaturally ordained my own personal Elul

When your world's in
a cardboard box and
Tastes like packing peanuts.


SøułSurvivør aka
Invisible inc aka
Write of Passage

When your world's in a
small cardboard box and
tastes like packing peanuts!


SøułSurvivør aka
Invisible inc. aka
Write of Passage

Bored poets write ennui
Saintly poets write psalms
Bad poets pennings
Are made into songs

Silly poets write limericks
And limericks they read
Drunk poets write scribbles
Drunk on their mead

Angry young men
Write rants by the hour
Wide-eyed young girls write
Of bunnies and flowers

Idiots write nonsense
Off the seat of their pants,
Got news for you, scoffers!
So do savants!

Gays write of rainbows
Heros epics of old,
Storytellers write of
pirate plunder and gold.

Broken poets write humbly
Strong writes unadorned,
Happy bards write of roses
Bleeding poets of thorns.




Soul Survivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc


But what makes a true poet
Is simply when
They type on a keyboard
or write with a PEN

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

This is not a poem of woe
I'm in the zone... the writers flow
Where I'll stop I just don't know
I can't have a cup o joe
It doesn't seem to want to slow
I'm up all night and can't let go!

Oh! Dear God. .. I ask you. PLEASE!
I'm so tired my brain might seize!
I just need a moment's peace
Somewhere where my mind is freed
My motor starts to choke and wheeze
I need some help... get antifreeze
Rid me of this poeteeze...

... I just want my vitamin Z's!!!
Catherine

he promised me
the stars 🌟 💫💫

how was I to know
all he had was
a pocket full of

GLITTER


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 2014 September, 2014

By the Olympìan furnace Vulcan stands,
Beating out the swords for gods.

God's angel's armor is made elsewhere
Made for Jesus's angels of war...

The demons become Zeus and Apollo
Their worthless gods‐o-war they follow
They breathe in goodness,
and breathe out hate,
earth and wind, they mate and
spew out cloudy corruption.
I bite the breathing ****** blossoms
trying not to inspire
inky irritation.
ignorance.
ignominy.

I inhale anyway.

how, after all, can one
stop breathing?


Write of Passage aka,
Invisible inc aka,
SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/13/2017

Devil's are fallen angels and demons are the Nephillim the product of the mating of women and fallen angels. They died during the flood, and are now evil spirits

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.

expectations 2X10 words
-
expect nothing to go as planned
except for the changes

expect changes in your plans
and you'll never be disappointed

[10W X 2]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/25/2016

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SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
Help!! I'm up and I can't fall down!!
This is not a poem of woe
I'm in the zone... the writers flow
Where I'll stop I just don't know
I can't have a cup o joe
It doesn't seem to want to slow
I'm up all night and can't let go!

Oh! Dear God. .. I ask you. PLEASE!
I'm so tired my brain might seize!
I just need a moment's peace
Somewhere where my mind is freed
My motor starts to choke and wheeze
I need some help... get antifreeze
Rid me of this poeteeze...

... I just want my vitamin Z's!!!
Catherine ♥

(o_0)  help!

Sugar tastes so very good
But there is a catch
The white stuff has addictive power
No Other Drug can match!

It lures from every magazine
It's touted on TV
It shouts from the convenience stores
You can even get it free!

(Chorus)
You may love the sweet stuff
It's so wonderful to use!
But those pounds will pull you down
You'll sing the Sugar Blues!


Sugar is pure poison
It causes so much pain
And its base addiction
Is so hard to restrain!

Diabetes isn't far
And it sure isn't cute
I have a suggestion...

Buy yourself some FRUIT!

(Chorus)




SoulSurvivor 2016

Rollin' rollin', keep on scrollin'
This will get your head a'bowlin'
See how straight those ***** will goʻ
All those pretty pins lined in a row

But'cha don't want your mind straight do ya
You want a ditch of filth to stew'ya
Your brain becomes a marinade
Of things unholy... devil made.

Those New Age crysta-Koolade drinks
The poison spirit guide mega kinks
Will **** ya and destroy your brain
When you're dead you'll be insane

You pass up the truth, this land
Will mostly reject Jesus han̈d
Thet will follow folks 'o' fame
.Lady Gaga rather than Jesus' Name

So breeze on by, you coins for the well
You are goin' straight to hell,
I wish you'd read, I wish you'd turn
I WISH REPENTANCE COULD BE LEARNED
IF IT'S NOT, FRIEND, YOU WILL BURN!


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invisible inc aka
Write of Passage aka
SøułSurvivør

Catherine Jarvis

Envy is a strange emotion
you get caught up in the motion,
thoughts that give you the strong notion
others are more blessed than you
in what they have and what they do
and so jealousy ensues.

I'm an amateur and I know it
I have no background as a poet
I have no sheepskin. No degree.
No tenures. University.
I'm just here to simply state
I don't rank there with the greats.

When I see the stats of other folks
I don't poke fun and make rude jokes.
Yes. My heart, it sometimes breaks
Do I have the art it takes?
It sometimes makes me sad and blue
I would like to be like you...

but honesty is my ego's salve
it takes time I do not have
I'm happy with the things I've done
I am here to have some fun!
I'm also here to be inspired
Your poetry makes my level higher!

This goes out to loving peers...
thank you all for being here!


♡ Catherine
I'm not envious of other poets for
their stats. Often it's because they read
more than I do. I only wish I had more
time and educatio!
God bless YOU ALL

SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Here I am on the train again
Been here since I don't know when

All around are shooting sharks
I'm on a train that's sending sparks ✨️

The sparks fly up just by the glass
It cracks from them as they pass!

I'm convinced that I can manage
But all around me there is carnage,,,

God forgive me!  I hurt a friend!
I deserve a painful end!

I now see where I was blind!
I repent!  For being unkind!

I'did more! I need the rod!
I was a fool to Almighty God!!

I thought I was a little lass
But I was just a big *******!

I was offensive! Believing lies!
I was abhorrent in God's eyes!

I went along with my friends game
I must repent in Jesus's name

I laughed along with my old ranking
I repent Jesus! I deserve a good spanking

I am in horror! How could this be?
I spat at God... AND HE SET ME FREE!


SØUŁSURVIVØR.
Catherine jarvis

I knew I i offended! But I'm slow...
This should have been written years ago!

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<●> <●>

When looking in a lover's eyes,
All are foolish, none are wise
None can hide, there's no disguise
No room for sophestry or lies

The iris is a limpid pool
Making Eros loose his cool
Cupid launches ships of fools
The pupil grows dark and full

We fit, baby, hand in glove
There's no hiding
The Eyes of love

The apple of the eye is dark
Cupid's arrow meets it's mark
Morning light can be so stark
When nightingale becomes the lark

We know that sanity is over
When we stop running for cover
Let the rain fall! Four leaf clover
All the world loves a lover!

Our amour is from above
There's no hiding
The eyes of love



SøułSurvivør
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc.

Catherine Jarvis
(C) 9/2017

RED

passionate rages of
body and soul

the ardent obsession
of two  genders to
merge into a
whole

lovers swept into
an ****** of desire

two Phoenix to die
in dust and ash
and meet fleet
again
in new life
of fire!

~
ORANGE

fire has cooled
age is wise to lust

two of God's creation
working together
under one yoke
habits understood
partners fair
and
just

~
YELLOW

love of family
refined as purest gold

give and take
young and old
parents sculpt young minds
children break the mold
go to their own families
to have and
to hold

~
GREEN

love for nature
creatures great and small

the beautiful earth
the sylibant shushing
waterfall
conifer pines and
russet leaves
that fall
floral offering
in spring
colts breaking from
the stall
summer's slice of life
and winter's pall
we love the
burgeoning
beauty
of it
all!

~
BLUE

love of friends you
hold so near

a shout out to buddies!
loud for all to hear!
forgiveness and
compassion
for those who hurt
and fear
those you like and
those like second
family
dear

~
INDIGO

who can understand
this love so often missed?

love for spiteful enemy
who've wished
only evil for you
even kissed
your cheek
or your lips
in lover's bliss
now turned
and are
snakes
which
hiss...

~
PURPLE

the greatest love
the one most won't applaud

an irony.
HE'S THE ONE WE
SHOULD MOST *LAUD!
tho we stand the
mountain
or in valley plod
in humility
most regard
as odd

love for
Abba Father
Jesus Christ
Holy Spirit

GOD



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine Jarvis
(C) 7/23/2016
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