Hold on to the darkest part of me
In the midst of the darkest place fondled
By chivalry and the nothing less
Than you and the way I reach out
Because I know how
You bleed out
and feel you
And the life
We are
The most part of the way
It will never be the same with another
And plagued to this notion
Of the way I see your face
In the mirror
And…
In an every minute and every
Drenched face
The next
Is not happening
And you shoved me away..
How I don’t listen to my friends
When they say you’re no
Good in every way
and everything you do
To take
Me down and
Rule the world
Yet,
I never see
Because
I’ve always seen the truth
In you and
In me.
Archive for the Jencerpts.. Category
Truth….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Poetry on May 4, 2011 by JenJuice40(ish) days and One thousand Forty-Nine sweaty nights……
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Poetry, Rawness on April 29, 2011 by JenJuice40 days and one thousand forty-nine sweaty nights
locked in the gravity
running through the simple insanity
the masquerade
of the numbers finding the pretty book of
implosive thunder and lightning
looking up to the girls that have nothing going on below the hips
and sucking it all up
and spitting out the relatives
nonsense comes in backward forms –
of shallow existences and
smoke and mirrors
swimming in a forum of
truth and relativity
mixed with showing pervasive shared identities –
when sometimes you just need to know
where the illusions are
and disillusionments cease to begin…
Trail of tears….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Maybe I'm amazed..., Poetry, Rawness on April 27, 2011 by JenJuiceTo stay or rise or fall and face the fall
Faded energy
Along the trail
In the moment it has to be
All the way in the carnival
Of symbolizing bewilderment
And festive movements
In the trace of a thought
And you as my rock
Each and every rock that
I hold to when I walk
The love
the moment –
The place I stay.
The place I go.
The place I walk.
Grasping air….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry on April 23, 2011 by JenJuiceTorn apart with the warranties that worn through
The soul that could not and would not do
Not the time of night – it hasn’t
Gotten much more than this rite
Of passages
You don’t belong to –
I can’t do any more but let you be
Who you are
Wherever that path leads
And doesn’t become –
I can’t breathe….
To a she….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry, SHOUT on April 11, 2011 by JenJuice
I like to hear through a clear-plated window
Vacant lots of a sober view(s)
Masked men and the benefit(s)
Of reading the new(est) and latest
King of fingered ways
Thoroughly noting signed symptoms
Shackled lip locks and the height
Of the debris
accelerating the alter-ego from a he
to a magnificent she…
Refreshing….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Candid, Catch the falling cherry, Poetry on April 10, 2011 by JenJuiceTrees fall through the moments
I find myself trailing in a moment
Of a place I heard
And understood
Transcendental cloud droplets
Mirroring that newness
Of where I saw
Something good…
Fashion(ed) flaw….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry, Pucker up, Rawness on April 8, 2011 by JenJuiceThe smell of the piss saturates
the inner voice I hear
when I sound out like the thought
of those anti-his-ta-means.
In an old-fashioned lullaby
Of his dirty thoughts
And selfish needs
Who knows – maybe
That one day may own
Him like the day he spit
In my proverbial face…
And that’s what I call….
Fashion.
Space between me….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Hurt, Poetry, Temporary Lapses on April 5, 2011 by JenJuiceThe space between spaces
Where I find my self laying
Looking down in between my breast
Cushioning the blow of nevertheless –
Retort of the blow
Followed by the smug reactions
I only see when I’m faced down from a fall
Caught myself lower than expected
But nevertheless still part of the body
I was placed in
Some may say that’s irrelevant to the cause
I still say, I’m bequesting that moment…
Imminen(t)…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Mind riot, Poetry on April 4, 2011 by JenJuice
The undisputed claim
Pole dancing and the last
Thing when I say my name
Founded in a life line
Of crochet(ed)
And nickel(ed) dimes
All the same
Fuck this time
And my mind
All the time(s)
Run together
Like you and I
Bottomed out
And worn the fuck…..
The Ex Hangover….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Junxtaposing, Poetry, Reaching on April 4, 2011 by JenJuiceOne of those days laying in a spell of me and you
Changing sheets after I tore them up
Rot with desire
And a bolted memory of
The distress of it all
And a mirrored-reflection
Of the ways you wore me out
With the fog you’re in and me
And my discretion(s)
With all the sanctions
Of you and the way you cry
When I send every little
Reason why you must
Not die for such a
Unpatriotic cause….
Jen Juice 