Archive for Catch the falling cherry


Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on April 10, 2011 by JenJuice

Trees fall through the moments
I find myself trailing in a moment
Of a place I heard
And understood
Transcendental cloud droplets
Mirroring that newness
Of where I saw
Something good…

Meditation(ed) bodies….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on November 18, 2010 by JenJuice

Motioned 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….


Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on October 29, 2010 by JenJuice

Basking 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….


Gathered in Tongues…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , 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
what I gotta have and
what I need
all too soon –
Enormous sensation
Round and round
I have gone up and down
and now, found numb….

How noble….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on August 7, 2010 by JenJuice

If 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
Don’t try to be all touchy feely
With that look on your face
That motions with
the ups and downs
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 , , on July 14, 2010 by JenJuice

Not 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)
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)….


Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on April 9, 2010 by JenJuice

sadness provokes the senses – tainting

mutilated…in house…sacked in.

haven’t thought it…pounced..lucked

sea of woven patriots…inconclusive.


Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , on June 16, 2009 by JenJuice

PaulMoving at the speed of sound
Replicating the impending truth
Digging at the place I’ve found
A way to hear what
I smell and speak
what I feel;
Whispering sweet licks
Like the fish bowl I stand
A horn blowing
Cradling my ears;
So gently
I smile and say
What better way
To spend a Saturday…

Right in the middle of…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags on March 22, 2009 by JenJuice

cherry-blossomsthe wind sings to me through the purple sheer drapes

dancing around in my little room, throughout my body

the maniacal bobby pin

sitting through the sharpness of it all seems a little rhetorical even for me..and then again, it always does

finding in ways of change and back to the know how of who I am.

escalating bounds

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , on March 4, 2009 by JenJuice

bondage-b2writing the optimistic primal graffitti subject to change with the wind
no where is used to finding the no in the most obscene since of the lake
chills that move up my body when you blow
me like a doll chattering
with a mouth full of cotton
and a hand full of spit
hands down – feet up
and there is a no
in every since of the plagiaristic formality
daunting my cordial side to only say that
I only fall when I choose
and the falling comes when there
is no where else to go