Hung in the air by chains so the monsters can paint new scars. Crimson dripping off my body like water off a leaky faucet. I can feel myself emptying .....

She covers me like frost when it sets in fresh,
I've been barely breathing since the day she almost left.
I've been at a stand still in quicksand; sinking fast,
I wish I could take a pill to let go of the past.

The blame game, has got it's newest saint,
forever in denial of all mistakes.
The blame game, always takes on my name,
forever in debt for all heartbreaks.

My visible breath spills secrets of another life,
a person you've never met but call your wife.
Brokenhearted and destined to be a knotch on a long, long belt,
Dearly departed with distance and it's the closest you've ever felt.

The blame game, has gained it's newest saint,
forever forgetting the dealt pain.
The blame game, takes on none the same,
forever drowning in the falling rain.

She paints me solid in the blackest of tar,
I fell for all of it but fell down too far.
There is something left but just too small to ever grasp,
I won't be the one to confess, with my dying rasp.

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

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

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

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

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

@--\-----

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