Willingness….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on October 13, 2010 by JenJuice

Some things are better left untouched
Even if that one touch means you embrace
Whatever it is that you feel
Even if it hurts so much

The more you live in a world
Of emotional distress
Rain will crash down and follow
Leaving nothing left to stick to
Littered and crushed emotions bellow
Like a sentiment from Woody Guthrie
I find myself almost dead

Remorse of that pregnant screwdriver
Banging against the walls in my head
The tunes wake me up
shattering my red blanket
Sifting through the memories of our bed
Shadow dancing
At the same moon
Finding all I need is
That love I am looking for
Ready and willing – I’ve said….

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…Surrendering…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , on September 30, 2010 by JenJuice

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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Sunsets…..

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , 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)

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…blowing….curbless

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , 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…

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My own private mea culpa….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on September 14, 2010 by JenJuice

My 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…

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A moment to pass…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , on September 13, 2010 by JenJuice

It 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….

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Beautiful (dirty) desires….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , 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….

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Rhetoric sensibilities….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , 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)

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Lullabye….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , on August 25, 2010 by JenJuice

Handwriting 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….

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Migrated merry….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , on August 19, 2010 by JenJuice

I 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…

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