Dark Matter.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags art, far k matter, film, flow, fluidart, movement, Poetry, somatichealing, Truth on May 22, 2023 by JenJuiceEvolve or Die.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry, wrath, anger, evolveordie, evolution, the wall, pink floyd, emotional intelligence on May 17, 2023 by JenJuiceThey won’t believe you….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags apocalyptic, Love, movement, Poetry, somatic storytelling, tool, Truth on May 15, 2023 by JenJuicePractice Choice.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags brain, choice, habits, happiness, Poetry on April 27, 2023 by JenJuiceHappiness is a choice.
War in my eyes….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Life, philosophy, Poetry, Truth on December 1, 2022 by JenJuiceI can’t hide that.
It’s True tho…
Posted in Jencerpts.., movement with tags dancer, legacy, legend, Love, meditation, movement, somatic storytelling, Truth on May 25, 2022 by JenJuiceMasochistic behavior(s).
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags philosophy, Poetry, self love on May 17, 2022 by JenJuiceThe truth of my own self-destruction was to understand the mapping of the predator.
Fluid by Nature.
Posted in Jencerpts.., movement with tags #blues, #surrealart, floetry, flow, Love, meditation, movement, Poetry, pole dancer on April 10, 2022 by JenJuiceForgiveness.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags #forgiveness, #love, #poetry, #trauma on April 8, 2022 by JenJuiceOne of the hardest things about forgiveness is forgiving those who watched and did nothing.
bATEd breath(s).
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Mind, philosophy, Poetry, thought on January 24, 2022 by JenJuiceThe feeble and the gap.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags philosophy, Poetry on January 23, 2022 by JenJuicetranslucent in a sea of nonsense.
I tend to live in these realms mostly.
Why the fuck we are so trained to give our attention to such feeble things, and for why? The esthetics that someone would give 2 shits. I don’t even remember most of my life. Now ask me, ask me – where am I? Cuz at the state of who we are and who we think ourselves to be tends to be an enormous gap.
Doorways…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags #art, #doorways, #introspection, #philosophy, #poetry on December 11, 2021 by JenJuiceIt’s all in the name…
Posted in Jencerpts.. on December 5, 2021 by JenJuiceHave we created separateness to only find unity?
Consciousness…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags #conciouness, #quantumphysics, #universe, brain on December 2, 2021 by JenJuiceI don’t half-ass life….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Alan Watts, dance, flow, fluid alchemy, Love, philosophy, somatic healing, Truth on August 31, 2021 by JenJuiceWork in Process…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags alignment, jenjuice, Love, Poetry, relationships, sacred geometry, trauma on August 26, 2021 by JenJuiceMost romantic relationships are a hope for security – false security. Until one has done the work with their unhealed trauma all relationships will be magnifiers to what needs to be healed…love is our truest nature and with aligned beings it’s limitless. That’s my definition of “in love” is “in alignment”
Remember To Breathe…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, grindhouse, jenjuice, Love, movement, Poetry, Rawness on July 12, 2021 by JenJuiceFluid Alchemist.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags dancer, jenjuice, movement, Truth, twilight zone on June 11, 2021 by JenJuiceGenius is the Body…
Posted in Jencerpts.., movement with tags dance, dancer, fluidalchemist, genius, jenjuice, movement, r&b, surreal erotica, thrasher on June 1, 2021 by JenJuiceMaybe, that’s it?
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags film, jenjuice, movement, Poetry, surreal erotica, sza on January 29, 2021 by JenJuiceDear Brother…..
Posted in Jencerpts.., movement with tags brain, choice, flow, movement, overthinking, Poetry on December 1, 2020 by JenJuiceOverthinking is an epidemic. Overthinking is a disease. Overthinking is not truth. Overthinking creates chaos. Overthinking is a word of thought – in which your mind creates to believe is alive. Though isn’t overthinking just a response…your thoughts are not reality (or are they?). The stories we perceive in our mind are only ours from one lens. The only difference between illusion and delusion is with delusion you are the only one experiencing that vision. So, are we all living in illusion or delusion? Your mind – the greatest lie – or the greatest ally – You decide. The only truth – the only remedy is in presence. [the etymology of healing]
Reflections…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags black and white, Death, finite, introspection, Life, Love, mortality, Poetry on October 29, 2020 by JenJuiceIn lieu of sacrificing the soul…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags atomic, black and white, dark matter, darkness, feeling, Poetry, sacrifice on October 9, 2020 by JenJuiceI think about Dad and how I got martyrdom in the DNA
My Mon… a sociopath.
My Dad.. a martyr.
But don’t they feed each other?
I guess without feeding it …it starves to death and we define..
Our new way…in lieu of flowers,
Kindly fuck off I say…(to the programming of centuries).
To be the rock/evolvement of the lineages is the highest form of love. ️
Trust that.
I say.

Fuego.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags emotion, feeling, fire, human, Lifetime, Love, Poetry on October 2, 2020 by JenJuiceThe problem with fire is when feeling burn is the only feeling you feel is real.

A child (in the) hood….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags childhood, jenjuice, Love, Poetry, resilience, the professional on September 29, 2020 by JenJuiceI’ve become a foster hoodrat who has the unexplained capacity for nuance that almost destroyed her.

Blurry Prints….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags focus, how life is, Life, Poetry, story, wisdom on September 13, 2020 by JenJuiceNothing they ever did ever mattered, but it did cuz it’s the mirror – the coke lines snorted from the blurry thumb prints ravished on the doorknob tho – not much to look at when we were kids.

Claw-Foot Tub Memoirs.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags art, billie holliday, bliss, clawfoot tub, femme, memoir, merlot on August 26, 2020 by JenJuiceI spent hours in the antique claw-foot tub with a glass of cheap Merlot and Billie Holiday – that was me at 22. Gloriously depressed and enjoying the evidence of where I was. Somehow I felt to do it. To be celibate – would I be a monk or where would I be? I felt it. The spirit. The calling. The something. I could never quite put my finger on or even quantify it. It just is.


Desire Is The Is-Ness.
Posted in Jencerpts.., movement with tags #desire, dancer, divinyls, flow, jenjuice, movement, Poetry, ring me up, surreal erotica on June 22, 2020 by JenJuiceTake Off Your Cool.
Posted in movement with tags authentic, be real, dancer, flow, fresh, jen juice, movement, poledancer, surreal movement on June 7, 2020 by JenJuiceLookin’ Out for #1
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags dance, flow, movement, Poetry, surreal erotica on June 1, 2020 by JenJuiceExpress Yourself.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags art, create, express yourself, expression, feel, fluidalchemy, jenjuice, Love, nwa on May 31, 2020 by JenJuiceFire.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags dance, I am legend, jenjuice, movement, Poetry, poetry motion, white zombie on May 31, 2020 by JenJuiceRaised by a Sociopath – Wanna Date?
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags date, Love, Poetry, pole dancer, strength, thrive on May 18, 2020 by JenJuice
This is the sign of shame I carry with me most days and defer to a just an upbringing..However, to survive a parent who tries to murder you is not just survival – that’s a warrior. Make no mistake about it – we are the sum of our choices and I chose to rise like the fire I am. Don’t fuck with the fire.
Jump Ship.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags mom, Poetry, vessels on April 26, 2020 by JenJuiceThey tell us what to watch, see, hear, be – the only way I feel that I can have freedom of speech is with my movement – and, even with that how far can I push the envelope not even the boundaries – bodies of perfection and a sentimental look at the way things could be. A variety of lessons and some good ass nothing less than perfection.
I see it was a quasi-moment of rise – the place we find our guides. Nothing more to distract the whoa(s)– just a cradle-robber, a burial and a martyr I sometimes call …mom. And, her (fake) cries.
The bold and the beautiful creases at the point of lost interaction in the form of fuck you, mom. I love you, but fuck you, mom.
The idea of a person being so not able to stand up and be accountable for what – sins? Your God would call them, but what about my God – are they different?
Do you hear the gods of the ego speak so loud you even forgot what the word – mom meant – cuz, you never were – you, as we all, are just a vessel and, I came through yours – so thanks, for your vessel.
That’s all you ever were (and, so it is).
The vessel of a 300-plus pound woman barricading herself in her own skin and fear – hold you closer cuz I know you are hurt – you probably do – I mean you seem to feel something cuz you are alive – though…I doubt that you really are…or for not much longer with your comfort. It is either you or him or both – though, my feeling is your vessels aren’t lasting and even still am I even bothered?
What is to attach to a vessel when I can jump ship?
Truth Uncovered
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags jenjuice, Love, Poetry, Truth on April 14, 2020 by JenJuiceThere was a lot of time I spent numbing out until I saw a target in which I could focus on which would disgust me to the point of recalibration so I dove in – it was the only way I saw a way to save myself.
Externalizing years of what I’ve been internalizing.
Gushing waves….
After the thrash of the profundity of life..death and the in-betweens I saw many relationships as benign endeavors like a splinter that needed to be removed.
Whatever you give birth to – there must be an intention – it’s either conscious or not. You choose.
Deaths and Rebirths.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Death, human, jeff grosso, Life, love letters, Poetry on March 31, 2020 by JenJuiceDeath, she whispered to me again….I remember saying I feel you close today. My body responded before it even happened.
I weeped.
I wasn’t quite sure why I did – until I got the news.

Dopamine nation
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags breathe, dopamine, dopamine nation, first world problems, jenjuice, lockdown 2020, Poetry, reset, writing on March 30, 2020 by JenJuiceDelayed Gratification
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags delayed gratification, intention, Love, Peace, Poetry, understanding, writing on March 26, 2020 by JenJuiceAs I try to use the old frail holes to re-tack my tapestry on the wall – cuz it was an easy fix .
Easy fixes never seem to last.
Delayed gratification is your ally.
The place all flows with abundant beautiful intention.
The perfect hiding place.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags jenjuice, Poetry, revealing on January 14, 2020 by JenJuiceNo one would have looked for me there……
Perfect place to hide.
Emotional terrorist.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Life, Poetry, Rawness, trauma, Truth on April 6, 2023 by JenJuicePerfect description of the birth mother.
Power-filled.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Life, Love, lugg t, meditation, philosophy, Poetry, shadow, Truth on March 31, 2023 by JenJuiceThe more you shine the more shadows you will cast. Shine anyway.
Intuition.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags jenjuice, Life, Love, philosophy, Poetry, Truth on March 30, 2023 by JenJuiceThe impetus is in intuitive healing.