Anomaly of the Cliche’….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on July 7, 2011 by JenJuice

Crucifying my time to do what’s right
For what’s real –
The time – It somewhat accuses my variance
And the ability to fight

Flashing my tits as though I have something
To show
Racing in an ambulance of ambiguity
Rushing back and forth
And oh, how it moves so slow
The time –
For the second lifetime of
Geniality genius
Corrupts the motive behind
This venture
As the doctor reached through his words
Saw through the junkyard musician
And blunders
Of the anomaly and the precision

Seeping through the mirror – seeing
Somehow sought owned
And somehow caught undone
Just like the past and the reveal
And the motion(end)
That lies in between – the days and me
And (us)….

Clarity of words and shyness of the truth behind
The all and every cliché’ – breathing
Behind me
Refocusing on the focus swimming through my veins
Like I saw you..reaching in a blank state of wondering
Why I am here and you are there…and you are you.

Sleeping as I wake through this parade of courage –
The grapes bust open in my mouth and drip
Full-ness
As the juice slips down my lips
Like the way he called me the beloved
Anomaly of his day….. reaching for his senses
To say he misses…me and the way….

Enlisted in the future
Reverences of my holy,
my hells and this paranormal of a day.

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Deceit…..

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on July 1, 2011 by JenJuice

I sometimes hate how nice I am..even to you when you
Create such a disdain look in my eyes
Like a look of a man that shells himself
With anger and hatred and the victimhood
He lives beneath
A myriad of existence and ability
He finds nothing but himself
Concealed with defeat…

When he wakes up yelling at me
Cuz he got drunk last night
I can’t take his heat
Not going back to that cold
Back hand and such deceit
Something tells me he isn’t there
Not yet…
He’ll impend his days to every end and
Every step he feeds his ego
He’ll die
In defeat…..

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Found…without…With(in)…With All.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , on July 1, 2011 by JenJuice

A shell found thoughtless
Meaningless battles rendered meaning somehow
Short –comings breathing down the edge of my sanctuary
Maps of doorways burn down the mirror in your throat
Kissing the air
Flowing like the dog barking at the….
Moment of…
Jagged pendants swarm a silhouette daunting spirited-like men
Sorted and found me out –

The clouds paint me like the fly that bounces
Off passing movement and my local bar –
Some days don’t really feel like days at all
A mirrored belief that there was someone there
Instead of me

You see….

Illusions twisted through my diatribe found listless
Like my number –
It takes skill to find another way to say “No,
I’m not interested – find another….”
Because when I look around I see the future
And the so it may
Caught dancing blunders –
Simmering movement
Inside and out
And channeling my day
I found…..
I found without
Wonders…

See me….

Walking into the light basked shiny silver
Foundation
Of her found listless and why
Her body loved like her eyes saw
and, beauty entrenched the moments
and she cradles the fall
deep founded
meaningful and loving-full
of the woman
found…
Without
With(in)
With All.

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Gasping…..

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on June 29, 2011 by JenJuice

She screamed loudly “HEY!” and I woke gasping for air..I couldn’t breathe.
I sat up to realize there was no physical bodies around me, not even close.
Trying to place who the girl was, but went back to sleep…
I wake groggy, heart racing..trying to elude the freshness of reality
Out of a somewhat waking, while dreaming, moment….

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Phantom of a Notion….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , on June 28, 2011 by JenJuice

Wine windows my bureaucracy of tales
How she goes
And oh, how once It was
And never well
Looted by the night
Thoughts escaping
To find serenity
Writing juggles my senses
Like the man that beckons
The little people in the muddy chair
At the stop sign
Under 5th and 2nd
Yo-yoing his wording
Like the manifestation
Of the sold sacrament
Sweeping through
The memories and the steps and so on….
Ticking the tock
As a semblance of
The addiction and the rock
But… I’m no martyr to time
Not even when you just gotta know
When the time and date you will die….
Sincere apologies straddle my ability
To feel okay with the
Phantom of notion
And the no embrace
Even when you can’t hide
Behind this pinching flesh-feeling

How about start breathing
And we’ll find the answer.

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Spilt….milk….(lost)

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on June 28, 2011 by JenJuice

Solid…light..forgotten how to be strong right now
I’m trying to reach out but I don’t know where to reach
The barrier of lost time has put me under
Dementia swimming into a lost defiant…lost
Swearing to the sky
Like it helps some how
I am so torn with this heavy-ness
And this diatribe of spilt…..milk
Lost…
Ants swarming into a mound
of battered youth
soulless smiling into a brainwash
compound of you, the cancer
and the some how
you lost sight and rendered to……

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The Jen behind It.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , on June 14, 2011 by JenJuice

The moonlight penetrates my bosom from the high light of the window
Narrowed and convincing the mortality rates rise
Shadowing existence like a dollar bill slipping out of my bra strap
Judgment cradles my lap as the dollar falls – I grasp
Dissipating and flagging my thoughts as though I lived a life of sobriety and existence
It escapes me to a never-ending reality
Corpses amuse me like the foundations and the sincerities
Molding the collapse swimming through my eyes
Befuddled grudges and baffled dues
Put your coin in my hand and walk away slowly
Don’t look back and sink woe-lee
Society of narcissist in your bag of tricks
Looking up at me embrace the heretic
Breaking down the laminate of pervasiveness
The underlying materialism
Concepts and embezzlements

If you catch me late in the hours you can catch the true Jen
Un-friended and material-less and impended

Jen-nor-I-eties…specializing between beauty and the real rise
Of the doctorate of existence
You, me and the money it doesn’t buy behind it.

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Ego, Narcissism and Society…..

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on June 14, 2011 by JenJuice

If I see a woman in tears because she is with a man that can provide for her and does, but she completely ignores his infidelity, I am in a disposition of disbelief. What has society driven us to buy into or to believe we need? The co-dependent and narcissistic society has driven suffering to an all-time high. And the part that gets me most is that we have damaged ourselves willingly. The knowledge has been there, and the feelings are always present, so what evokes such denial? Would we like to drift into a sea of thought of having it all? What is it all? Is the ego that real and that engaging? And, so it seems, it is.

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Momentary lapse….(s).

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on June 13, 2011 by JenJuice

What to have or have not is not my rhetorical mindset, not even how I alienate
and pretend…to lock up
it’s a happy place even with a serendipitous slaughter of some family members
that never reigns to the place of reality or novelties of sanction.

don’t light a match cause the oxygen may implode
to the happy place
we all know

creatures crawling in the impending noose
with the magnificence of the surreal plots
I don’t really have one, not even in my happy place

Rocking back and forth
To the Asian robe I serenade like the subtle geisha that lays in my diary
Memories gushing through the lit room I found the moon penetrating
Singling out debauched presents of thought
Like the torment and the habitual founding wicked names

I don’t mention when I talk
Not even when I speak, no not to you or the latter version of the distraught –
of how you symbolized my momentary lapse of condemnation and fault.

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Algorithm.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on June 5, 2011 by JenJuice

Sometimes people equate sex with that connection when they don’t connect at all
Just a lack of a lullaby that I can’t forget
won’t let it –
Some thrive on the mind and soul that is sound asleep
No notoriety – no outlet.

Don’t you all know that everything is temporary…
even that little moment we strive to fill the moments
That, if lucky, we find someone to complete that moment rather than fill.
I want to feel that moment
The interlude to a song that I write with the dance we silhouette through the moonlight
Stakes high at range..and yet,
Love that no one can abide or escape –
like a stranger in the night
It takes flight
It gives heat….

As the fallacy of permanence is resurrected
With the media
And the fearful that can’t face their right
To be wondrous
And see
Set free
So true – the moment
Is here
To be
with you…..

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