Posts tagged ‘religion’

November 1, 2011

Always Never

You said you stayed because you cared
about vows, and how to leave would be a sin.
Still, you were always never there

when all you craved lived in your prayers
for him, our lives, to be born again.
You said you stayed because you cared.

At least we never wondered where
we stood, steady on the brink of sink or swim
while you were always never there.

And, through your lens we learned to stare
into blackened worlds that kept you pinned,
but, you said, you stayed because you cared

enough to save us (not you) from despair
and to bury beauty beneath our skin.
No, you were always never there

for us, for me, except for when I dared
conceive just where you may have been
when you said you stayed because you cared.
Oh, poor mother, who was always never there.


Beacuse of You, Kelly Clarkson

February 12, 2011

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”

February 12, 2011

As If

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

As if that were
Their call.

~ smj

I burn, by The Toadies

February 7, 2011

The Rebels

Sometimes, when the moon is so full
of  itself, that it seems to light up the night
and commands all that it shines upon
to offer up praises in howling song,

she seeks out the lone wolf, joining him
in his den where he offers shelter, and strength
to resist the charlatan’s charms.  Together
they refuse to bay trite songs.  Waiting

instead for dawn’s truth to rise.  Smiling
knowingly at each other.  Reveling
in their shared rebellion.

~ smj

Beyond the Invisible, by Enigma

December 24, 2010

Merry Stressmas and “The True Meaning of Christmas”…

Merry Stressmas to all…  and to all a good weekend & year!  Things are going full speed ahead around here…  gearing up towards the big night tonight, and tomorrow.  I am *almost* ready…  but, still lots to do today.

I have been feeling very reflective lately.  I keep comparing where I am this year, to where I was last year…  or 2 years ago…  or 5 years ago… 10… 20…  etc…  Wish I had some down time to write more now, but, no time today.  I’m sorta looking forward to Sunday… and definitely looking forward to next week when I took off time from work.  Hopefully I’ll have time to catch up more and write more then.  Until “then”, I hope anyone reading this is doing well…   staying warm..  and, that 2011 brings joy and happiness to you!  I’d also like to thank any of my blog friends (you know who you are) for “listening” and your encouragement.  Much appreciated.  =)

And now, I thought I’d re-post something I wrote in a different blog a few years back….   it still applies…. =)

The “True” Meaning of Christmas
December 5, 2007 — samanthamj

The other day, I heard a Christian get very upset about people who say “Happy Holidays” instead of “Merry Christmas”. He actually went into a bit of a rant about it, and how he is sure to tell folks back, “No, Merry CHRISTmas!” (in a very sarcastic sneer of a voice), when this happens. After all, that’s what Christmas is about, right? Pissing people off and getting pissed off, that is, right? ?!? Come on! Makes ya afraid to wish people well… they might get themselves in a tizzy over it. Sheesh…

Ya know? Like most kids I loved Christmas as a child. I have fond memories of moments with both my mother and my father – both individually and as a family. We weren’t the model family by any means…  my parents did not get along, at all – but, I only

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