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…
Beautiful boy….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Mind riot, Poetry, self hate on August 13, 2010 by JenJuiceIt is….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry, Rawness on August 12, 2010 by JenJuice
Sometimes the lowest form is
Moving away from
What’s so natural to the slight of the wrist
Beginning to feel the curtness that doesn’t
do much more than exist
Like a business call and
A wall splattered
With something gone wrong
because
Sometimes taking care of
The self means breaking free
From the rest
Even if that means
It hurts…
Beauty course(s)…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Liquid moments, Open up, Poetry on August 9, 2010 by JenJuiceIf it is not restricted to the restraint
obliterated by the facts and the complaints
Creators enamored
To the voices
Of the central
Course(s)
You see..the sweet
Pattern of success
And the willowbees
through the meaning
Of the distress
All has one –
You know
It has to be….
How noble….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Catch the falling cherry, Maybe I'm amazed..., Poetry on August 7, 2010 by JenJuiceIf I found you and said
The things that allow me to be as I choose
To be and read –
Sinks deep into the fluxes of my eyelashes batting
and the sentiments lacking
To the merriment of my sacred love
For me….for the way
I am and have gone so far
To go back tracking through
The torment that use to sit and stew in –
But not this time and I won’t even cry
I will…
Just smile…
Just smile…
Like I used to
And
Don’t try to be all touchy feely
With that look on your face
That motions with
the ups and downs
and
How the bugs splatter on your teeth
When the issues fight out
The immense dissatisfaction
Of the planned noblehood
And the rocking back and forth motions
Secretly whispering your name
In a sly slit down the center
Of my throat
That creases and binds
Me to live the way I want to
Cause’ that’s just me and
No one will ever get
To change that satisfaction and that’s it –
That’s the reason I sit here and
Just be here with me and
My smile…
My smile…
Pretty Woman…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Catch the falling cherry, Poetry, WoMan on July 14, 2010 by JenJuiceNot real sure how to fit in to the role of the societal woman
Arraigned and aligned as the judgment rules
I’m a woman and I must sit and swoon
Thank you my dear
Thank you my friend
Smile pretty and be the well woman
You know the kind
You find
In the mist of the end
Where a clan of men will sit
And stare the white off of the wall
When it can stand on its own
Three feet
And critique its way right
Back to the world(ly)
kind
But we aren’t speaking in societal terms
We are speaking
From the Tex(ass) winnings
In the retrospect(s)
Of it and the beginning(s)….
Road thought…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Maybe I'm amazed..., Poetry on June 4, 2010 by JenJuiceSun burnt and suncreened
Silently blushing to you and your needs
That moves like the sound that sheds deep
Reminds me of the time
That you woke me
Further than your
Left wink
And luster
You mend me
Like the dog
That shelters its flow
And the fangs
That sink me
Resistant to
The distant
you know me
Caress my shelter
And somehow you
Disinter my Everest
And my shout
Crest five times and more
And love me…
Epidemia….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Bottom-dwellers, Poetry on May 4, 2010 by JenJuiceI feel an epidemic in the way the movements render
Polished faux pas traitors establishing
The moral fix of the way to word
The immortal tricksters in this
Black and whitish world
As the generalization is founded
Glorified visions of mars uncovers
and..the tales of civilizations
Soldiers of dumfounded ammunition
Fire breaks through the center
Buckled down and trialed with their own
Critical movements
And powerfully the one that arises
Is the one that is radiant
Of not allowing that misery
And the defiance…
Worthless…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Alone with Thoughts, Mind riot, Poetry on April 26, 2010 by JenJuiceNever felt that such things would make me
Question my worth
In the paramount lectures
Of thought
Comes to fruition that
Only light feels the way I hear
And I want to reach out, but I find
Once again..it’s only me
And the strength within
It is such the reality of the lesser thans
That get and hold me hard
I can’t sleep
I can’t eat
And I am remembering
All the lack I can’t begin to be
Not now
Not ever
Just holding on to the
Extremes that life takes us
Even if it means
Remembering who we are
And where we are at…
Inconclusiveness…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Catch the falling cherry, Poetry, Thoughts and Some on April 9, 2010 by JenJuicesadness provokes the senses – tainting
mutilated…in house…sacked in.
haven’t thought it…pounced..lucked
sea of woven patriots…inconclusive.
Gimmicks are the poor man’s driveway….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Junxtaposing, Poetry, Thoughts and Some on March 22, 2010 by JenJuiceRetrospect of a gallon of pacifiers
meant for reduction
and a matter of fact(ors)
the low bile cakes of the fruit
of another dollar is the
shout
for the literacy and why
gimmicks are the poor man’s driveway….
Jen Juice 