…Are difficult to face, but that’s where freedom is found.
Archive for Death
Reflections…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags black and white, Death, finite, introspection, Life, Love, mortality, Poetry on October 29, 2020 by JenJuiceDeaths and Rebirths.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Death, human, jeff grosso, Life, love letters, Poetry on March 31, 2020 by JenJuiceDeath, she whispered to me again….I remember saying I feel you close today. My body responded before it even happened.
I weeped.
I wasn’t quite sure why I did – until I got the news.
Dark Matter and Mind-filled Meanderings….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags #data, balance, brain, dark matter, Death, energy, gasms, jenjuice, light, mindful darkness, mindfulness, philosophy, physics, Poetry, rebirths, soul, space, vastness, writing on October 10, 2018 by JenJuiceThe galaxy is mostly dark matter – mind-filled darkness. The beauty of the space in-between and out of bounds is the ambiance of the quotient of life matter(s).
As is a viable source to get to know….I’ve found if I found any lesson with working in a funeral home my high school years – the number of deaths I’ve seen…I can report back to you that energy does not die, so what are so many humans afraid of – is the question.
When She Speaks… Listen.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags blackgrandma, brother, Death, emotions, grief, Love, Poetry on July 10, 2018 by JenJuiceSome days I’m so paralyzed in grief. The heavy fucking-hearted energy. Can’t breathe. My heart has a pain so profound I can’t even reach. Can barely move. Crying hysterically laughing and sobbing simultaneously. Write, I hear. Dance, I hear. So, I do.
Then I hear a YouTube commercial…”What you hongry fo….?”
My Universal voice is a black grandma, just like me.
Quasi meaning.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Death, emotions, Meaning, philosophy, Poetry, Spiritual, thought, writing on May 7, 2018 by JenJuiceI quite often wonder why people say “I’m sorry.” when someone close to a person passes away. I’ve become more inquisitive of these two words the more death has become a close friend of mine. I’ve pondered why not just say “My apologies” for your condolences. It is just that more visible of the awkwardness this response is. So, I began to ask people what they are sorry for or why do they say those words aside training. More times than not I would get the tale old answer, “because I was taught…”. So, what happens when you question your canned responses to life…then what?
Aware foundations…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags breathing, Death, Life, Poetry, Truth on December 20, 2017 by JenJuiceDeath is simply forgetting to breathe…….
I miss you so much.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags cry, Death, hurting, Mourning, pain, Poetry, widow on January 4, 2017 by JenJuiceNo one can hear that heart-wrenching cry that only comes out when I think of you.
And how you aren’t here…and how are you not on this earth any more.
I know energy doesn’t die…but my heart did. When you did.
Death is a lesson we can’t deny.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags dark times, Death, depression, grief, lessons, Poetry on March 2, 2016 by JenJuiceToday, today I couldn’t reach the out of myself.
Crashed through the bed I found myself dead in.
Fiending the crave of drive.
What else is there?
This isn’t enough for me…I need more
I can’t make believe
That I pull my life out of my sickening fool.
Today, today I didn’t breathe through my darkness
But, the fight won’t go away
Not that far from me
Believe in the realm we can’t find and the sole survivor
Bleeding to death
Falling the passion of this heart
And not controlling any of it.
Just keep on swimming, I see.
I don’t know if the drowning will elude my smile
Grief has become a part of the life that is the lesson
We can’t run from.
Year of the Removal.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags darkness, Death, havoc, Poetry, strength, Truth, war on February 4, 2016 by JenJuiceIt’s the beginning of the end…
The war path is severe with heavy
No one is getting out of this one….
It’s going to take the some strength
Some perseverance
Some holy energy
Some finding the hijackers of the mind
And killing them. After having a cup of tea.
Be aware of the daunting lines in between the space
You find
Awareness and the place
So eerie you don’t want to see (or feel)
Battle wounds….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Death, enigma, I miss him, introspection, my fault, Poetry on November 23, 2015 by JenJuiceNothing worse than falling for the same smoke and mirrors that continuously inhabit your space….the endurance of the worst beckons my calling.
What to have and what not to hold. I find it a daunting rhetoric of solution.
Fucking want to murder my emotions with a jackknife and feed
It to the spirits that gag me with them.
Jen Juice 