An autobiography in prose and poetry
by Catherine Jarvis

This is not a peaceful, easy read
A bedtime story soft and mild
It rends the breast and makes it bleed
Brings savagery from a small child.

Who is this woman, you may ask.
This changeling growing up unseen
She drank out of a drugg'd flask
Who, from breast of poison, weaned.

The paper ochre, the ink blood red
It vanishes in the brown and yellow
A bloodbath which is blank instead
It could nev'r be mild or mellow.

Growing wild, Wednesday's child
Her veins flow arsenic and lace
Web of tattoos artwork styled
Growing weirdly on her face

Now she has small wings of gold
Rusted silver, which is odd
Jesus' blood now courses bold
Purified by our Great God

Catherine Jarvis

What if I had no control
Of bitterness, I of hatred bold
What I say is cruel and wrong
You and I don't get along.

What if we planted seeds
Of evil... we in hell conceived.
What if I was a serial killer
Uncaptured and spreading terror

What if I was unrestrained
In tongue wicked and untamed
Holding the bit between my teeth
A horse of wrath beyond belief!

Do you think it's weak to hold that in?
The pounding weight of horrid sin?
Please don't pronounce me weak!
All I want is to learn, to seek!

Yes, meekness isn't weakness
The opposite in fact! Ì now seek
Power under great control
Childhood toll I am old..

Lord, give mercy to preserve and save
From the cradle to the grave.

Day and night always fight twice
Sunset and daylight is gone
The sun oversees
And then moves òn
It's always darkest
Before the dawn

There is Darkness wielding her sword
Sunlight's cut down
without a word
She is soaked with her own blood
Yet no sounds heard

The pounding of the warfare
And the shuffle
We love the colors
Gray and purple
But we don't see
The sword fight scuffle

Nighttime throws her sparkling net
To capture earth until Darkness sets
Daylight pulls off
the stars she could get
They clashed with  
all the light beams met

The stars and sunlight are at war
They will be forevermore.


SoulSurviver
Catherine Jarvis

There are times when ranting  rhymes
Help a poet let off steam
They have a way of helping stay
The cursed waking dream

The devil's house has many trolls
Of every shape and size
They're usually the dark triad
Known for spreading lies

It is best to "out" them
Because, truth be told
They have a serpent fang for pen
And pure poison ink on hold

If they target you
The best course to take
Is to just IGNORE THEM
Then off they will break!

She ìs the devil's kingdom
Of hellish demon spawn
Poison snakes of every kind
Slither 'cross her lawn

A wicked cold shape-shifting troll
Who takes on every guise
From an angel to a scorpion
Spreading filthy lies

A slimy fat and blood-dark leech
horrid as can be
To an old and grey‐green mold
Which cosied up to me

Now she has me in her sights
A red‐head vulture hungry
For a Christian heart to eat
They spawn in every country

Should she continue on the cursed course
She'll be terrified to find
That the trail will turn on her
And she will lose her mind.

Light shuffles to my window
Muttering and weaving
Its breath is heaving
Derelict dawn
Yawns for lack of sleep
The sun slept
In a cardboard box
And now creeps out
Bleary eyed
Tired of begging
To pay for the bottle
Of Thunderbird
That will help it taste the day
It's creating.

Del Sol wears the
Solar flares like
Shrouds, the
Spiritual blindness
Of Jim Jones
Talking the earth
And its world
Of living things
To drink in the
Lemon Kool-Aid
Of light.

The only existing
Elixir to the
Ones tired to the
Marrow is
The drink of
Darkness.


Its breath
The beer
Which tells
The sober
It has
Drunk
Its
Fill.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

poetry. folded into my back
pocket marooned pages are
left frayed and friable like
leaves on the bottom
of a teacup

poetry. stancion of
formed glass emptied of
its torch by breakage
each shard a grain
of obsidian
sand

poetry. lamp of a great
beast structure struggling to
find its way through the labyrinth
Minotaur myths blackness
camera obscura to a feast of souls
who's meat is dusty tomes
skeletons in tombs
choking on their crusts of
parchment owls

poetry. oil of anointing
for to wrap the Christian
alive as he burns in
the garden of
Caligula

i am poetry. all of these
am i. a paper soul clipped
from an origami bird's wing
frayed like a homemade
leaf but never

empty


SoulSurvivor site
Write of Passage

Hey! Ladies & gentlemen!
All you girls and boys!
Put away TV remotes!
You have some NEW TOYS!

We have a job that's
just for YOU!
It's easy! You can TRY!
WE WANT A PERSON
IN THE GRAVE...
Just hear our slanderous LIES.

You know that woman over there?
She don't do as she should
She's had a hundred boyfriends
What's more she beats her kids!

You know that guy
downstairs from you?
Investigation's goin' on
Law Enforcement
knows about it
MOLESTING KIDS IS WRONG!

NO! DO NOT CONFRONT THEM!
WE have a way to delve
Heaven forbid they
know you KNOW
So they DEFEND THEMSELVES!

No. We'll do it THIS way...
We'll do it real SLY
Don't worry bout
a thing my friends
Do not question why...

Just go ahead and
spread the WORD!
Tell everyone! Their friends!
I'll teach you some other tricks
To help make their life END.

If we do things all just right
Use my sadistic guide
You'll see that we can
cleanse our world
By their SUICIDE.

Don't worry. It'll be easy.
It's quite simple to do
You will find that
you won't mind...

BE GRATEFUL IT'S NOT YOU.


SoulSurvivor
aka Write of Passage
(C) 3/13/2017


The creation of madness always begins
With SLANDER. Imagine. All of a sudden
"Everyone" is against you! You can't figure out WHY. BECAUSE YOU'RE COMPLETELY INNOCENT

'm glad that I have forgiveness
I make so many mistakes
I walk at Great unforgiveness
Do I have what it takes?

What it takes is love
what it takes is love
what it takes is love

Love is merciful. Love is kind
Love is give not take
Love has not an angry mind
Love Is Never fake

What it takes is love
What it takes is love
What it takes is love

Love forgets transgressions
Gives benefit of doubt
Love seeks not aggression
Love always wins out!

All You Need Is Love
All You Need Is Love
All You Need Is Love


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

To be sung to "***** Laundry"
by Don Henley

We have a little story
That we could tell
We have a little poison
In our inkwell
Let's be a gossip
Let's be a shill

Give us the 'ol Pulp *******'.

We peep through the windows
And listen at doors
We buy the "Enquirer"
And "The Star" at the stores
"She ***** herself"
And "She's a *****

***** little minds galore!

Give us the 'ol Pulp *******'.

Have a li'l "lady"
Who's fast and free
I've heard she's been a prossy
That she's easy
Nothin' nice to say?
Come sit by me!

Give us the ol Pulp *******'

Could have been emeritus
Could have been a great
But I pound out nothing
But dreck and spate
So what if it's full of hate?

You don't really want to know
If it's real or true.
It's not what they SAY
it's what you they DOO DOO
DON'T YOU WORRY WHAT
I THINK OF YOU

(THAT YOU ALL POO POO 💩)

Give us the old Pulp *******'

Kick 'em while they're up
Kick 'em while they're down
(1, 000, 000, 000 000, 000 X)


🎯 Write of Passage


***** Laundry"

I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something
Something I can use
People love it when you lose
They love ***** laundry

Well, I coulda been an actor
But I wound up here
I just have to look good
I don't have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us ***** laundry

Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down

Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em all around

We got the bubble headed
Bleached blonde
Comes on at five
She can tell you 'bout the plane crash
With a gleam in her eye
It's interesting when people die
Give us ***** laundry

Can we film the operation
Is the head dead yet
You know the boys in the newsroom
Got a running bet
Get the widow on the set
We need ***** laundry

You don't really need to find out
What's going on
You don't really want to know
Just how far it's gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your ***** laundry

Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down

Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're stiff
Kick 'em all around

(Kick 'em when they're up)
(Kick 'em when they're down)
(Kick 'em when they're up)
(Kick 'em when they're down)

(Kick 'em when they're up)
(Kick 'em when they're down)
(Kick 'em when they're stiff)
(Kick 'em all around)

***** little secrets
***** little lies
We got our ***** little fingers
In everybody's pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love ***** laundry

We can do the innuendo
We can dance and sing
When it's said and done
We haven't told you a thing
We all know that crap is king
Give us ***** laundry

Don Henley

If the shoe fits...



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

How much worth
is in Corrosion
From the Bottom
Of the ocean?
What's the cost
Of rusted change
From a land
Or world estranged?
Can you buy
The endless sky
From very limited amount?
Can you tap out
A fountains water
From a cracked
And useless font?
Such are riches
of this world!
Pennies to
Dry fountains hurled!
The gold is as
common pavement!
Earth's wealth
Bringing on bereavement!
So forget the riches
Which are here
Let me state this
Loud and clear...
Seek out a wealth
Gained by love
You'll have rare gems
From up above!
Where gold IS pavement!
Yes! It's true!!
And heaven's gems
Will come to YOU!!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

All you people on the street
Going through hard times
You don't have enough to eat
You see, and yet you're blind

America, America 🇺🇸
Once beautiful and strong
America, America
What is going wrong?

All you people filled with fear
Stricken by disease
You're now aware.it is clear
You're dying by degrees.

America, America 🇺🇸
Don't you know you're ruled?
America, America
You're vaccinated fools

On your dark and dangerous trip
You try to find a way
But your golden crown has slipped
It's time for you to pray!

America, America 🇺🇸
You have lost your might
America, America
You had better fight!

With your nostalgic memories
You live in the past
Your great time is history
You knew is couldn't last.

America, America 🇺🇸
How you loved your gold.
America, America
Now you're getting old.

America,  America 🇺🇸
You've gone to the left
America, America
You will be bereft.

America, America 🇺🇸
You have played the part
America, America
You have lost your heart.

America, America 🇺🇸
Don't you  know I live?
America, America
I can still forgive!

America, America 🇺🇸
Don't you think it's odd?
America, America
You must again seek God.


Write of Passage aka
SoulSurvivor
Written 2007
Rewritten 2022

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
O'r the sky its sparks strode!

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

You put on your makeup
And your plastic face
Your big wide smile
And your social grace
You gaze out at your
Penthouse view
You're primed and ready
It's all about you
As you don your full length mink
You look in the mirror
And tip a wink
You're Gucci dressed
And designer shod

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

Downstairs waits your limousine
Goin' to Tavern on the Green
You meet your hubby
Do what's "right"
You'll meet your boy toy
Late tonight
You order dinner
Such style! Such class!
Only the best wine
For your glass
Your "friends" all love you
You hobnob

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

You exit the restaurant
To go to a show
Hottest ticket
Don't you know
Your hubby smiles
'Cuz you're on his arm
You're the classiest dame in town!

A homeless woman asks for a dime
You say get a watch to determine the time
You've given to charity
Such a snob

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

The beggar woman asks again
Your rich hubby starts to grin
"Gave at the office" He says with a laugh
You cut her off as she tries to pass
"Get a job" is what you say
She won't eat at ALL today...
She won't see a Broadway show
Heck! She has no place to go!
You smile smugly.
You hear her sob...

Don't you know beauty
is an inside job?

The beggar dies out in the cold
You're laid out, too, in a coffin of gold
She is comforted. You're bereft.
She goes to the right. You go to the left.
There's no respect of persons with God.

Because to Him BEAUTY IS AN INSIDE JOB.

When two hearts link
What can we say?
There's no description
Of this day!

When two lips meet
What can we think?
The wedding vows
Make two hearts link!

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!

To my my friend Mike Hauser
And his beautiful bride
On their wedding Anniversary!!

The Soul sings in
its highest range
when it must be heard
above cacophony


SoulSurvivor

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Plain and brown
Ubiquitous
Seen yet never seen
Like street workers
Or bellhops
Or busboys
Or homeless.

Scrappy little scavengers
Scraping out a small lifespan
In cracks of concrete
In city streets smelling
Of asphalt and skidmarks.

They hop along
Like  yesterday's newspaper
Or a 5X81/2 inch flier
For last night's bar-band.
Dandelion's fluff.

Outside of McDonald's
They congregate competing
With each other for
Hamburger buns which
Cling to cold
Half eaten cheeseburgers.
Greasy french fries
Which cause congestion
In their legs so severe
That they shrivel up
And fall off.


Yet God sees every one
Of them. Loves them.
His eye is always on them.
They do not fall
From the branch
Without being
Counted.

A freedom we
Will never know
Is their portion.

They are unencumbered
By the ground
While we are
It's slaves.

Their 🎶🎶🎶
Tells us we will
Always be thus.
We will  always envy
The soul of sparrows.


Write of Passage aka
SoulSurvivor
2022

Tune your eyes
to the vibrations of
Starlight and space mist.
Allow your ears
to become acclimated
to the dark.
Give your voice the
permission to address emptiness and echoes.
Void.
Void.
The Horsehead nebula
wishes to gallop
through your mind's eye.
The light you see
in the Darkness
is the light perceived
by the Angels
at the beginning of time.
Black holes are
Stars gone Nova in photographic reverse.
Come, you children
of dust.
See with your
auditory senses.
Hear with your tongue.
Sing with your hands
as they flutter as
white doves
in the dance of mortality.
Then you will
come to know

the soul of space.

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

She has a special Siren's song
Pastel paisley, passion's Dawn.
She's aloof, she takes on airs,
Wearing seashells in her hair.
Abalone, mother of pearl
Arms that take in all the world!
She Chuckles softly
with the birds
She speaks to stars
without a word.
She bids them run!
She bids them hide!
She tucks the mountains
to her side.
Then, whispering,
she turns to wink
The morning Sky
will blush to Pink!
Yes! Desert Thrashers
laugh out loud!
She's Tangled in
the pewter clouds!
She whistles low
her magic tune,
The dew soaked desert's
her perfume.
Though it's the Sun
she courts and woos
She entices all...
the morning muse.

Catherine jarvis
Write of Passage aka
SoulSurvivor
2018

This momentary breath of time
You are the Rhythm and the rhyme
You bring us close to the Sublime
We're feathers on the breeze
Holy Spirit lifts us up
We're feathers on the breeze

To Jesus side He brings a near
The Spirit changing atmosphere
As the air you will appear
We're feathers on the breeze
Holy Spirit lifts us up
We're feathers on the breeze

He is music 🎶 laughter 😃 love 💘
He lifts us and we lightly move
Unto Jesus up above
Feathers 🪶 🪶 🪶
Feathers 🪶 🪶 🪶
Feathers 🪶 🪶 🪶


Let us rise up on the morn
Let us rise above the storm
Let us rise we are reborn
We're feathers on the breeze
We're feathers on the breeze
Holy Spirit lifts us up
We're feathers on the breeze
Feathers on the breeze
Feathers on the breeze



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

'm glad that I have forgiveness
I make so many mistakes
I walk at Great unforgiveness
I pray I have what it takes!

What it takes is love
what it takes is love
what it takes is love

Love is merciful. Love is kind
Love is give not take
Love has not an angry mind
Love Is Never fake

What it takes is love
What it takes is love
What it takes is love

Love forgets transgressions
Gives benefit of doubt
Love seeks not aggression
Love always wins out!

All You Need Is Love
All You Need Is Love
All You Need Is Love


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

My inner vision's carrying me
To a boat on quiet seas
To a place where I can be
To a place where I am free
A place of such tranquility.

That little boat's been torn and tossed
In the storm I was so lost!
Then I knew the deadly cost
Satan brews a poison sauce...
Washed away upon the cross.

Now, free of iniquity
The scales washed so I can see
There is no "them" there's only "we"
Jesus died upon the tree
All is calm on port and lee

I have true tranquility.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

On the hill Golgotha
there, planted, was a tree,
Soaking up a Man's life blood
The blood that made us free.

It was planted by the Man
In the hill, a wooden stake
He had to drag it halfway up
His life it would then take.

A horror to be witnessed
By a roaring crowd
Round "The Skull" they cursed the man
Their hatred was his shroud.

But the man said nothing
Though everything He heard.
He heard all the cursing
But he said not a word.

He laid down his arms and legs
Quietly on the cross
He fully knew all pain He'd feel
Aware of the full cost.

A crown of thorns upon His head
Blood and sweat were in His eyes
He drank vinegar and gall
While he heard the cursing cries.

There were two other men on trees
Who went to die up there
One met the Man in Paradise
The other met despair.

The Man beat Satan on that day
Beat him at his game!
He tore the Veil twixt us and God
Jesus was His name.

Christ died that you and I might live
Yes, He died for you and me!
He laid down his life that day
On "The Skull" and the tree.


SoulSurvivor
Write of Passage
2022

The aspects of the Spirit
Have been compared to fruit
They're like jewels
within our crown
Brought up from the root
Of the Vine of Jesus
With the grapes so sweet.

Love is like a diamond
The priceless Kohinoor
It's matchless worth & loveliness
Eternally endure!

Joy is a fiery opal
Sparkling it whets
The fire in our spirit man
Reflecting sparking depths!

Peace is bluest sapphire
Pacific and serene
Imagine a perfection
As it Subtly gleams!

Patience is a virtue
The largest perfect pearl
It has sand within it
Yet gives grace to
all the world!

Kindness is a topaz
Unrivaled in Its warmth
It invites you to lie down
By its amber hearth.

Goodness is an emerald
The finest ever seen!
It shares its wealth
with all who need
So it stays ever green!

Humility is a chancery
Like the moon it glows
It is beautiful and so rare
Yet pride it never shows!

Faithfulness is turquoise
Persian and SO rare
It believes and it receives
Blessings not yet there!

Meekness is a beryl
Strong as Samson's arm!
It could break mountains in two
And yet it does no harm.

Long-suffering a ruby
It triumphs pain with good.
It's cut into a perfect heart ❤
Red as Jesus's blood.

Love and our Long-suffering
Are bookends bright and tall.
They keep all the rest in place
Yes... they keep them ALL.



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

Your ears were trumpets
Your teeth were keys
Your eyes were drums
Their rhythms cease
Behind them the color
Of disease
Blue note special
There is no peace.

Your hands were golden
Your feet were clay
Your head was sodden
Your hips were grey.
Your legs were green
You paid your way
Now all we can do
Is sit and pray.

Above a battlefield
Raven grooms itself carefully
Black feather drifts


Write of Passage aka
SoulSurvivor
2022

Tara grew up, planted
Firm in the loam
Like that southern plantation
A farm was her home

She shot up like a sapling
She swayed with the breeze
Wind scented with lilac
And magnolia trees.

Around her the horses
Needed nurturing care
Then they needed exercise
Tara was there.

Now a physical therapist
She helps folks along
When they are feeble
She helps them to be strong.

That's how I met you
It is to this end.
I need to be strengthend
I'm glad you're my friend!


💜 Cathy

I had a horrifying dream
Of a house that caught on fire
Our old house in the foothills
Became a blazing pyre.

It was an Old Ranch House
Sitting on a hill
We had sold it years ago
But I dreamt we lived there still

Spontaneous combustion
Is what it seemed at at first
But now I know it's arson
Evil at its worst!

The Flames burnt My belongings
It wrapped around my things
Especially my artwork
Tied with fire string

Now the house was not consumed
It was left intact
But my things were all destroyed
All the mirrors cracked.

It was put out with hoses
Of the garden type
But no one saved what I held dear
So it cremated my life.

But behind the house there was a cave
The Flames still Wild and Free
No water could quench it
It burns eternally.

There are some who are reading this
Give the devil his due
Could that fire be for me?

Or could it be for YOU?


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022



Biblical meaning of fire in a dream. To dream of a house being on fire represents feelings of powerlessness to stop some area of your life from being lost for good. It may also reflect angry destructive intentions or intentional harm that can’t be stopped

Some will not understand the meaning of this poem. But there are those who will. What you didn't count on was the Lord Jesus Christ. He can turn anything around. Flip the script. But even if he doesn't I will be content in any situation that I'm in. My life is not in this world but the next. Have your fun in this world my friends. It's the only joy you'll have for all eternity.

I'm working like a fiend 2 transfer my poetry to another site. I'm worried this one is going to crash. Please forgive me for not reading. I simply have no time. Thanks for understanding.

💜Cathy

palette
russet, olive hues
yellow ochre
bird's egg blue

vastness held
within a bowl
turned over earth
to heal and hold

moisture from
the morning rain
thus the painter's
eye is trained

cadmium white
a fan-like brush
sketch mare's-tail clouds
an artist's touch

far horizon
grayish blue
a woman reclines
in the ****

her form reveals
the breasting hills
her hips the mountains
hushed and still

mid-ground
blurs of olive cacti
the saguaro
rise like hackles

Palo Verde lie in lumps
yellow flowers
bloom in clumps

point of brush
tweaks out the trees
turn of branches
stippled leaves

small are they
to catch the light
but the moisture
loss is slight

ochre foreground
brownish stones
blue-gray shadows
light source shown

grayish purple
prickly pears
ocotillo
here and there

spindly with splash of red
barrel cacti nod their heads

buff highlights
saguaro flowers
I could sit and
paint for hours

there's time to write
but now I pray
look upon these
words today

they paint the desert
you will find
If only in
the poet's mind!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2017

When you are at your lowest
Your life seems null and void
When 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!

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
2022

"Though the mills
Of God grind slowly;
Yet they grind exceeding small;
Though with patience
He stands waiting,
With exactness grinds He all."

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

The Mill

The grueling weight
of happenstance,
A millstone for to grind,
It deflates the ego
And shows us
Where we're blind,
It renders flesh a ruin
Obliterates the mind,
We leave our idols desolate
Leave the ties that bind.

Under painful hardship
We release the very things
Which put us in the circumstance
And caused the suffering
We leave behind our craving
For wealth and diamond rings
Everything exalted
All exalted above God...

That means EVERYTHING

Whatever you adore
On this temporal earth
Whatever gives you pleasure
In which you find worth

These very things will shackle you!
You'll find out they're not free.
They are just the Golden Calf
Of base idolatry.

But the millstone slowly purges
Turning hour by hour
Turning the wheat kernels
Into useful flour.

And so I am refined
As I surely must
Put to naught my flesh
Make powder all my lusts
For I am as ashes

for I am as dust.


Write of Passage aka
SoulSurvivor
8/23/2017

🦋🦋🦋

what is a human
in fallen state?
i was a grub
i won't debate!
no, i was of
quite low estate
heading for
an awful fate!
but Jesus in me
made me great!

🐛🐛🐛

i felt a twinge
i felt an itch
the urge for growth
inside did twitch
i had to morph
i turned the switch

🦋🦋🦋

i changed inside
of my cocoon
but only after
the worm's doom
i split my skin
to make the room
it was painful
i met my tomb
but i knew joy
was coming soon!

🦋🦋🦋

joy!
my butterfly
spread her wings!
we'd encountered
painful things
sometimes the hurt
still clutches - clings
but the Spirit
Jesus brings
and so my soul
with dancing

SINGS!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
(C) 9/11/2016

The moon turned 'round
And showed its dark side.
It fell and splintered
Into six billion sparks
Which littered the
Roadway, a Milky Way
Of asphalt.

I drove through its
Demise, red tail lights
gleaming as it fell.
I thought it was

Rain.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

poetry. folded into my back
pocket marooned pages are
left frayed and friable like
leaves on the bottom
of a teacup

poetry. stancion of
formed glass emptied of
its torch by breakage
each shard a grain
of obsidian
sand

poetry. lamp of a great
beast structure struggling to
find its way through the labyrinth
Minotaur myths blackness
camera obscura to a feast of souls
who's meat is dusty tomes
skeletons in tombs
choking on their crusts of
parchment owls


i am poetry. all of these
am i. a paper soul clipped
from an origami bird's wing
frayed like a homemade
leaf but never

empty


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage

Idk, but it seems to me this site may be going insane. It drives my wee android computer crazy!! Is a crash on the horizon? I'm moving my poetry to a stable place. I've tried to reach Eliot. Nothing. Oh, well.

I suggest Allpoetry. Excellent.


💔 Catherine

We are barely civil.
In fact it's a war!
I'm about ready now
To knock you to the floor!

I'm a blue-clad Yankee.
You're grey-Johnny Reb.
This fight may not be over
Til one red heart 💔 is dead!

Chorus
Collateral damage, Civil War
Please don' you come 'round no more!
No lady here, no gentleman
Was it just a one-year stand?
Call it Providence or Fate,
All that's left of love is hate.

We don't square off in a duel
We wait in the weeds!
Each of us a Devil's tool
We shoot until we bleed!

You the caustic sarcasm
Me the Samurai tongue
We won't bend, but in the end
Which of us has won??.

Chorus



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

Icarus and Daedalus
On an isle of Doom
Decided they should blow the joint
Before they were in tombs.

That bad ol' Minotaur
Was lookin' for the men
He had a real heavy-duty
Raging jones for them!

But, upon that island
They looked out on an ocean grey
They made themselves wings
Of down & wax
So they could fly away!

Now Daedalus, the wiser man,
Did not soar up high,
But his fool son Icarus
Decided he would try!

Proudly he flapped!
By pride was trapped
Within his aspirations
He was preening, overweaning
Arrogant apparition!

To the sun charioteer, Apolo
He was a little speck
The sun melted his candle
Right down to the wick!

Down, down, down
The young fool went!
There, for all to see!
But is it not
Like our own thought?
A lot like you & me?

So if you're frustrated with
Your progress
Fussing on and kvitching
If you can't handle
Your own candle...


... stay out of the kitchen!.


SoulSurvivor
2022

pale
          petals
                 falling
             down

into
            the factories
                 of the towns

the petals
sweat, the
small ones
swoon

in the
sweltering          
month          
of June

petals
here today,
gone too soon

these
flowers will not
release their seed

ice fingers
touch them
and they bleed.

under tyranny
they groan - evil
works small
bodies
to the bone.

mutilated
maimed and
worse

pale, scarcely living
with this curse.

little babies
scarcely six

behind walls
of grey-green brick

cutting fabric
making toyz
for all first world
girlz and boyz.

you can purchase
on the floors
of many touted
Big-Box stores.

You know the ones,
boyz and girls!

We welcome you to

WALLY-WORLD!!.

When you hold up a heart
you hold up the world. 🌎💗


SoulSurvivor
2022

I am a dear "friend" of yours
Yes, you know me well
If you know my name or not
Only time will tell.

There's a rave that's going on
A place that I have found
Kids! You need to go there!
Tho it's 6 feet underground...

All dressed up? Ready to go?
I tell you... it's a blast!
You won't know it's a furnace
And the pain will always last.......

There's party treats for everyone!
Maggots are just grand!
There's no food or water
But there's a Mega Band!

Come! We're getting closer!
And I have a hunch
That you won't mind the sulfur
No, you won't mind the stench

What's that noise, you ask me?
Oh... it's not what it seems!
Those are the amped-up guitars
NOT a-g-o-n-i-z-e-d screeeeams!

Don't mind the cuts & scratches
Don't mind all the flies
Don't mind that I am uglier
I'm losing my disguise...

Oh, are you uncomfortable?
Is it getting HOT in here?
Well, sorry, there ain't any punch
Much less any beer...

Yes, it IS most very DARK
It's very black and dank
Are you having trouble breathing?
Is the odor getting rank?

Ah! Now you see the lava
Is leaving your desire?
Sorry, your ticket was one-way
To the burning lake of fire...

Yes, regret's your portion
For your soul you did sell
You'll be here e--t--e--r--n--a--l--l--y

I Welcome You to Hell.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/28/2016

Pain is both a pesticide
and growth hormone

It is necessary for all growing things
but not even the bugs like it!


SoulSurvivor
2022

What makes a person happy?
What makes them feel depressed?
We all have our hardship
Our trials and our tests.
Whatever can a person do?
You must be baffled, so confess!
What makes a Christian joyous?
Bringing peace and rest?

I have a suggestion.
It makes my heart sing!
There's no doubt about it!
Get to know The King!



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022