If you ever find yourself moving faster than most, yet even still…then, you find your-self in the high life.
High Vibrations
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Buddhism, high vibrations, Poetry, Spiritual, Taoism, Truth on July 2, 2018 by JenJuiceEgo is the Untrue self.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags angkor wat, Buddhism, ego, Poetry, Spiritual, Truth on June 8, 2018 by JenJuiceWe are a self-contained apparatus which is also known as ego. In essence, vessels. Finding truth in what is means letting go of this concept entirely.
Quasi meaning.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Death, emotions, Meaning, philosophy, Poetry, Spiritual, thought, writing on May 7, 2018 by JenJuiceI quite often wonder why people say “I’m sorry.” when someone close to a person passes away. I’ve become more inquisitive of these two words the more death has become a close friend of mine. I’ve pondered why not just say “My apologies” for your condolences. It is just that more visible of the awkwardness this response is. So, I began to ask people what they are sorry for or why do they say those words aside training. More times than not I would get the tale old answer, “because I was taught…”. So, what happens when you question your canned responses to life…then what?
Soldier
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags childhood, fleetwood mac, music, Poetry, the professional, therapy, wisdom on March 6, 2018 by JenJuiceMy little red plastic record player and my Fleetwood Mac album – the best memory of Jenny, the 5-year old me…
Findings.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags flow, jenjuice, journey, listen, ocean, poet, simple, travel, Truth, Words on January 1, 2018 by JenJuiceYou can’t feel an ocean until you stand in one.
Sunlight
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags birthday sun, christmas, Poetry, Truth, truth only, unauthentic on December 25, 2017 by JenJuiceFrom what I recall as a child, Christmas was always the strangest day…everyone would put on the fake smiles and shitty sweaters and roll to Grandma’s house where all the adults pretended to like one another with their fake smiles and their uncanny speak of the weather, a Soirée of food, which included pimento and cheese and peas salad, sweet tea and pecan pie and turkey…always the fucking turkey.
Not much has changed…I still see the competitive “portrayed happy 4.5 persons” family in their social media flair-ups.
If they really knew that Christmas is the Birthday of the Sun, not the “son”.
And, now onto the news to tell you how to get rich.
Aware foundations…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags breathing, Death, Life, Poetry, Truth on December 20, 2017 by JenJuiceDeath is simply forgetting to breathe…….
Jun-if-I-er.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags floetry, human, Poetry, resistance, Truth on November 26, 2017 by JenJuiceEvery night I run- I hear that dose out of the heavy-heart erection
Of my emotions that I just resist feeling.
The internal wreckage has a ship wrecked fountain pen
Just waiting to be used and abused
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Here. (is) Her.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags growth, Her, pillowtalk, Poetry, Truth on November 18, 2017 by JenJuiceThe south tried to teach me that being pretty…..I had one game.
Money.
Brains don’t matter.
I must be crazy.
I’m good for one thing – To look at.
To touch.
To keep quiet.
But oh, you peasants
Don’t you know
The truth
Isn’t that you were the whitest
In a doctrine
Of the you and I are in.
You caught lessons so old and thin
You never asked why
You felt any of that for.
Just a lousy I told you so
Hope to see you grow
The thought of this misery
Is the next alternative
To the life you were destined for.
Is here.
Jen Juice 