Vanity

I wanted it restored,
this old vanity of mine,
for its weathered wooden drawers
were full of memories and magic
that could transport me back
in time, to my selective past
before I grew up
all too fast.

One morning, years ago,
my vanity appeared.  Just
appeared. All white and gold
with mystical mirrors that could tilt
reality. And as I woke I tried to
focus on the sleepy image of a girl
who returned my stare
curiously.

Spring Inquisition

Who told poor Robin that Spring had sprung?
What Judas could have sent her to this place
where waters are sure to freeze again? And,
when she learns there are no worms, no wonder
why her face will show as red as her breast.

~ smj

This song/vid just makes me laugh…
LOL
see?

(dedicated to Bob.  ;)

Saving Jezebel

He called himself, “The Preacher”
and he offered her salvation. He

spoke of sins she never knew of,
and granted her forgiveness. He
sang songs of peace and love,
told stories of streets of gold,
presented promises
of protection, comfort,  and
eternal bliss.  Then, he sent her
straight to hell.

So, she found herself
a new pimp.

~ smj

(this was a spin off of my last poem, “As If“…. )

What I Can Do For You, by Sheryl Crow

“You’re never gonna make it
All by yourself
You’re gonna need a friend
You’re gonna need my help
I have so much to offer
If you just be nice
If you do what I say
And don’t make me say it twice

What I can do for you
There’s no one else
On God’s green earth can do
What I can do for you
There’s no one else
On God’s green earth can do”

As If

They offered Them
salvation.
Spoke of sins
They never knew of.
Told stories
of forgiveness.
Sang songs
of peace and love.
Presented promises
of happiness,
comfort,
eternal life.
Then, They sent Them
strait to Hell.

As if that was
Their call.

~ smj

I burn, by The Toadies

Sight of Mind

Is it over?
Is it safe
to open my eyes?
Relax white-knuckled grip?
Unclench teeth?
Let my smile drop
along with my guard?
Until my eyes finally rise,
daring to meet the world’s gaze
along with yours?

And, what will they find?

Smiling eyes
shining with reassurance?
Looks of love
with depths unknown to get lost in?
Welcoming pools of acceptance?
Seas of invigorating possibilities?
Humble tides of honesty
rushing in, filling the future
with bright new opportunities
and great expectations?

Or rather
only downward, sideways glances?
Slowly turning
to scowls of condemnation,
shooting daggers of disbelief
into rivers of distress
that swell up with hurtful truths
and flood over into unforgiving oceans
wrenching with remorse?

Or will there only be closed eyes to meet?
Rapidly darting beneath their own lids,
preferring to sleep, they go on…
Still dreaming…
Still wishing…
Still seeing a girl
they thought they once knew.
A girl who never stopped smiling
or clinging to illusions.
A girl, a vision, of happiness,
strength and courage. A girl
one could hold on to in the dark
(among other things)
in utter blissful ignorance, safely
behind closed doors
and eyelids.

Out of sight,
Out of mind?

~smj

3-29-2010
2-18-13 slightly revised

Silent Lucidity, by Queensryche