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Relentless Passion…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 15, 2018 by JenJuice

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Flow State of Intention…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 13, 2018 by JenJuice

Do you ask yourself 20 years into liking anything why do you still enjoy it and what is the purpose? I’ve been in flow since I can remember..life.. it’s not been an easy path to be in flow.. in this world..to me – the only way. While they say we all need to live in flow..most will resist said flow. I’ve been called weird, crazy, wtf, that girl, smart, pretty, whathaveyou in some repository to give me an identity, but no one gives me an identity. I am the only me. It’s the state I reside – The Flow State of Intention. If you ain’t been called weird or crazy for your authenticity – work harder.

I’ll be the Abstract…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 10, 2018 by JenJuice

Surreal Floetry…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 10, 2018 by JenJuice

Flow-etry.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , on October 8, 2018 by JenJuice

I don’t know where it comes from when I don’t think…
It takes me 5 seconds to write a poem and I thought…I don’t.
They are just words – Inflow.

The architecture of my mind.

Jun-if-I-er.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , on November 26, 2017 by JenJuice

Every night I run- I hear that dose out of the heavy-heart erection

Of my emotions that I just resist feeling.

The internal wreckage has a ship wrecked fountain pen

Just waiting to be used and abused

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Water(ed).

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , on July 18, 2017 by JenJuice

Glass breaks. Rocks splatter. The one burning matter.

My life. Like Water.

Fuck it down. fuck it up

Make her holler.

Show her what you have – to offer.

The destination is me.

Up to date.

And satisfied 10 times over.

Where does the time go? I shout at my watch.

And, I remembered I don’t own one.

If I had a jewel of existence to model you after.

You would be there when I need you.

Better when I want you.

And solid many times over.

Simple letters of the stained martyr.

I reveal. My voice..…my fingertips.

The shards.

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