As the day winds down to so many spaces
My mind deludes itself with embraces
Mimicking the butterflies swaying
Around my head
The bells in the central point calls
To a whisper and
I start to remember
As thoughts are just thoughts
That we must surrender…
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…Surrendering…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry, You on September 30, 2010 by JenJuiceSunsets…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Maybe I'm amazed..., Poetry, You on September 28, 2010 by JenJuice
the reticent of a mermaid singing
like I knew what she meant
sliding though the dungeons of my heroine –
your subtle movements make me sweat –
make me smile
in the sunset of the moment
we find each other in
never finding judgment
in the reasons why
beauty in the middle of
my porcelain skin
where I find the spirit
reaching, sliding
flowing
down my legs
with the pounding heartbeat
singing through my veins
somehow it sees the way
to be seen
in the doo wop
portion of this show…..
(uncensored)
…blowing….curbless
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Naked, Poetry on September 23, 2010 by JenJuice
There isn’t a joke in a space of day
Inherited creativities in hole(d) bodies
Of nothingness – and me
Curbed – daunting
Blows…
My own private mea culpa….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Love, Poetry, Synchronicity on September 14, 2010 by JenJuiceMy own private mea culpa
in an elevator of disinterment
drowning the sentiments in
lace walking through my fingertips
in an after shock
the town has surrendered the benefactors
of chance
swaying to the mirroring movement
sideways
like a lucid fantasy
shining the truth in on me –
a woman in the most
fashioned sensibility
has found her own
sweet-tasting synchronicity…
A moment to pass…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry, Soft Spots on September 13, 2010 by JenJuiceIt never is just what is
But it is…
And seemingly curtailed
Crayons exploding with voice
Shangrila mountains of thought
Simply put
It’s just a moment passing….
Beautiful (dirty) desires….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Cheating, Poetry, Rawness on September 11, 2010 by JenJuice
We turn such a blind eye when we don’t want to admit the truth in ourself
and me – I’m no different when I have that immaculate face
of woes and how I know..
I’m not a victim of circumstance
I’m just a girl chained to my choices
and..while I believe in do no harm
and just love with all I have
the truth is…
I should’ve mentioned
earlier
the note I found
from the other woman
(isn’t me)
on my bedside pillow –
she is married crazed with frivolous actions
maybe the office
knows more than me
and I never had so much to tell
not even in a rhetoric way
of your hell
and how it spells
what I say
and how you melt
inclined to sit you down one day
and look down at the crease in your face
to show you how not savvy
your matron is and you
were never so clever to try to be that big man
cuffed to your choices
living in a closeted space
so hard to understand
denial and belligerence
when we always look for the good in people
for the fear of a reality hidden
and even when you negotiate with chaos
I can’t hear your mention
of any truth,
hurt or disgrace
and the reflection sees
too well
and behind this smile is
that person that always can tell
always welcomes the fires
and how well it turns out
when my action ripples
my strengths with my
beautiful desires….
Rhetoric sensibilities….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Firestarter, Poetry, Rawness on September 10, 2010 by JenJuice
Stopping for a minute to amuse my fetish
Of the bondage of my mind when I look at the paper
With the writing from your mistress and the
Dapper fantasies dripping heartless
Motion sickened by havoc bottling
Up my sensibilities to be in a space
Of party
And just outgrew the boredom
Of the same time same place
Day after day patterns of martyrdom
I keep my hands in your pockets
When I turn my cheek
To tell you how smart I think
Some are to choose prison
Over hurting more people
or themselves more
Than they can bare to reap
open that door
And some just don’t know how to choose
Walking blindly in a cave
Of matters worse than you
And, all I can do is expend
The call of the fire in my eyes
When I saw what I didn’t need
To see at the time
Or maybe it was that
Right moment in that right blind(ed)
moment
That made it all boil down to one
Karmic explosion
simmered
In my loving escapades
Centered to treat
The ones of such resistance
And an enclave existence(s)
Lullabye….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry, Silky Transitions on August 25, 2010 by JenJuiceHandwriting that smells like Sunday
Flowing thru the sand of reflections
Of the mirrored whispers
Over the silky fragments
Dormant lullabies
And a man not too far to my glances
The missed sun and the pounding reflections
Senses come down to just one thing
Me, you and the sliding moments
Silky movements and the
Lullaby of our good-byes….
Migrated merry….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Junxtaposing, Poetry, Swallow Me... on August 19, 2010 by JenJuiceI migrate through the tippi-toed notion
Of the plentiful and the best
Relegation and beligeratted hand stands
Plentiful with embraced hair clips
Bountiful routed with noises
From the past
Singled and lured into
The outcalls of
Rembrandts hands
Tickling my belly
Of thought
Checkered floors
And merry-go-rounds
That was never
That merry –
Even when I smile…
Beautiful boy….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Mind riot, Poetry, self hate on August 13, 2010 by JenJuice
Sometimes I write with my right hand
And other times not
Like when I see you hit
The ground nine times running
Pounding with all you got –
You against the world
Cradle the victim sword and ridicule
Rocking back and forth
Please don’t go there no more
Cause you make every situation
An excuse to grope the bottle
Of intention
And the whiskey calls
Like the little boy that you are
Crumbles
In the middle of the broken rubble
When life swells the center
And you fall so deep under
That not even you surrender
can’t climb
The way out this time
I duck when you throw your woes
Buried in my rhymes
Calming my senses and
Running away from your ploy
Hit the bottle one more time
And don’t fall down the stairs
When you wind up so down
And buried in self hate and worry
You –
The tragedy of this beautiful boy…
Jen Juice 