I can’t find my way out of the way I feel for you
Harder than the uphill crawl I can’t seem to weather
When the time doesn’t seem to filter my walls
And the mortal graves of my memories
And why nothing ever seems to work out….
Heart rendered…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry, Rawness on February 2, 2011 by JenJuiceSkin-tight…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Poetry, Rawness on December 9, 2010 by JenJuicemarble(alities) like the way the ground teaches
me to see that way I can’t really get used to
and then there is that little angelfish
that looks a lot like the way I wanted it to be
from the silhouette of the words I mimic
when no one is looking
I find my way through my crooked smile
it’s a different perspective than I’ve ever known
even when I was thirty-four
situations of the changing
and heart warming illusions
only built into
the only thing
I’ve ever reached for
and seen
to be the truest form
of remembrance –
something like this
and like you and
the little place right in the middle
of your front door – found
it all and more –
even while I was wearing my skin-tight red dress….
Seeing the same moon….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Naked, Poetry, You on November 21, 2010 by JenJuice
In a cobblestoned corridor
bottoming out and looking for
that opened door
where I find all my sensibilities
and the way you look at me
fondness that catches
my breath
like the syllables
in the forgotten room
of a handshake
and a thought splattered
with a heartbeat
capturing my love letters
sitting on this page
and caressing
the way I see
truthful moments
of two people
looking up at the same moon…
Adventure(d)….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry, Warmth on November 19, 2010 by JenJuiceSpaciousness without space
Cold days
And needing that warm body
To hold
Fire places incongruent
With this season
And my flattery
Of what happens
Through time waves
And sanctuaries
Found some place on
Wafer Avenue
So long after
I repay visit
To the homage
Of the beginnings
and the adventure(d)….
Meditation(ed) bodies….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Catch the falling cherry, Poetry, Rawness on November 18, 2010 by JenJuiceMotioned bodies inner-tangled wireless calls
Battered sensations
And voices that splatter fondles
In and out and down my leg
Fingers cradle
Dancing naked
Eyes move
Inside and thoroughly
Feel the meditations….
Chained…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Catch the falling cherry, Poetry, Rawness on October 29, 2010 by JenJuiceBasking in your dirty sunlight
Unleashed and uncensored
No need for appetizers
Find a way to appease me
And tie my mind
To your bed post
And I’ll find a way
To free my way
Right after….
Again.
Gathered in Tongues…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Catch the falling cherry, Poetry, Pucker up on October 29, 2010 by JenJuice
I come in layers
Distract my body
Of its daunting pleasures
And only one syrup
Taste resting on my tongue
It’s time for another round
sipping the flavor
of my slippery gun
blasting
what I gotta have and
what I need
all too soon –
that
Enormous sensation
Round and round
I have gone up and down
and now, found numb….
Love is the goal….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Love, Poetry on October 28, 2010 by JenJuice
The art of a thousand words without
Saying anything
Seeing the reckless and abandoned souls
Near and far seekers cradle
looking in the room of love
And what is and forever will be
When you look down that road
Since, the path IS the goal….
Mother, May Eye(d)….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Mother, Poetry on October 25, 2010 by JenJuiceThe eternal mother in me
Talking my mother off her daily ledge
Creating a stereotype of the moments
In somewhat chronological order
Fast-paced and near
Just run past that fear
Oh dear, mother may I
Deter from the little birth of mayhem in your head
Salvage a bottom-line and a daughter
You may never have had
Just a mother in me
Founded, yet, once again…
Nectar of the Moment…Passing.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Hurt, Poetry, Rawness on October 13, 2010 by JenJuiceDroplets of my eyelids caress
the moment passed up
In an every moment time
That seems to last a lifetime
When you aren’t there
Knowing how I fucked up
Just when you disappear
And I become me again
Losing myself in the ruse
Of the situation
And the weight that I impend
With the scotch flights
I take some nights
Where all ends and some things try to begin –
Sipping on the nectar
Of how I know better
than to listen to emotion
when all it ever does is
make my bed of intention
a bit closer
and I can’t seem to find my way
in the moment that won’t listen….
Jen Juice 