He kept yelling at me asking if I know this poet’s name or that poet’s name.
No sir.
I don’t know names.
I just know I write poetry.
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Identifier is just a word.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags authentic, justme, Love, Poetry, Truth, writing on June 21, 2017 by JenJuiceDear Chris…Cornell. My love. My Gratitude.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags chris cornell, Love, Poetry, Soundgarden, tribute on May 21, 2017 by JenJuiceGrief is loneliness at its primal level.
To think about my experience with Chris is pouring through my veins like lava. I keep seeing him. Hearing his voice and the tears coming out of my eyes feels like that Jesus Christ Pose I can’t deny.
Him. He was profound. His presence was massive. One of the calmest intensities I’ve experienced. It was the moment I became awake…meeting him.
I was a high school runaway..I left my house at 16 under a shitty living situation…I was working at a funeral home at the time..it’s relevant. Soon After…
I went to a club one night as I did…At #s I go to the ladies room and come out ratting out Kim Thayil for pissing in the girl’s room while I waited. He liked that, went and got Matt Cameron and they piled in my 81’ Ford Granada matted with my Soundgarden sticker on back. We all get in. the cassette playing was Jane’s Addiction Triple X. And…we sparked up a big joint and got super baked discussing philosophies.
In turn..we became fast friends…Went on tour with them a stretch from Texas to Louisiana….it was fun. It was spiritual. It was the most honor and beautiful sensation to be graced with the person that has touched my soul so many times, so deep and so in my being…and, to be able to actually tell him of my gratitude. Much Love to that dear soul. May he be at peace.
You are my Sun.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags chris cornell, feminine genius, intuitive, Love, Mourning, Poetry, Truth on May 21, 2017 by JenJuiceThe other me is on recess.
You, me and that tacky little dress you called…
Well, a mess.
Wrecking my mind riots in your circumference
Of you, me and the lost whodunit.
But, it was…
The wife and the hello matrimony amalgam.
The departure of the underlying truth.
Is simple geometry. Just fucking listen.
Connections.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags chris cornell, like suicide, Love, Poetry on May 21, 2017 by JenJuiceWhen everything about suicide makes sense…..
I kind of love you.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags confusion, heart, him, Love, Poetry, soul on May 12, 2017 by JenJuiceThe smell of weed penetrates the streets like a breath of fresh desire
How I became so alive – the moment I saw your eyes.
A slow weight of water drips down my jaw…my teardrops…only
Come for you.
And you…my love…is all I see.
And I can’t even see me.
And how does the other always know when I need him
When I want to just walk away…
He cradles me in his voice of lullabies of memories
Oh, how are you still in my life when you are just
A story line away from reality….
Is connectedness a myth…or do we just talk
Ourselves out of what we feel.
The land of Karmic Adventures…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags blue eyes, Love, miss my love, Poetry, soulmates, soundwaves, travel on January 31, 2017 by JenJuice
The imperial vows taken by the sea…the oceans – I dive into your ocean…your blue eyes that
were my haven…I found peace.
Staring into the wooden swing dangling from a tree swooping over me…I sway….the air
feels like baby kisses all over my skin…and somehow it feels lathered in meaning.
After all, this isn’t America. This is the land of karmic adventures.
I just want to…..Surrender…..to you.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Her, him, jenjuice, Love, Lovers, passion, Poetry, raw, Truth, writing on October 24, 2016 by JenJuiceThe thundering thoughts of you franchise me like the wall
I spray-painted my digits on – when you weren’t looking, of course.
The covert her-ness. Never close enough and always craving more –
of you. This may be the hardest rendition of a teaching I’ve reached.
This point.
The undertones of speech yet…the wetness of
the energy is so fucking deep – we can’t even speak.
What words are there to be said – when we speak our own language
on a frequency we both understand? So, why is this one of such an insatiable deliverance?
When all I want to do is surrender….I can’t.
My place…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags elecricity, Her, him, Love, passion, poems, Poetry, writing on October 23, 2016 by JenJuiceI want to sleep just to wake up in your arms.
Wither(ed) and some place…searching for the…Her.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags darkness, heart, Her, home, introspection, Love, Naked, Poetry, searching, skin deep, travel on September 11, 2016 by JenJuice
The quantitative algorithms flicker in the background–
Like honking geese vibrating through a ripple of broken tendencies.
I find myself still…wanting to run….her, the lonely traveler – her soft and rigid embrace.
Ever wonder what it would be like to go to the furthest side of the earth to remove…
All you have ever known? Well, yeah, me too….
Funny, thing is you really never forget, and running really never gets you anywhere, but–
Further from yourself than you were. And, further than you want to BE.
So, where is that you (I) want to be? In my own skin…where do I begin? With me.
The lonely sin. I don’t believe in.
My love gone and buried. Or, is that just fear locked away in my head?
The parallels…the bottomless questions of not wanting to sit still.
Terrified of the vulnerability, yet laying leg-splayed opening up to
Every inch of myself…and, her fingertips tip-toeing through my naked skinned being….
Her mind – the bold and so profound liquid movements. I crawl. I come – hither. She whispers.
Come home…
What’s it Like…..to Die.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Death, Hurt, I miss him, Love, Lovers, no questions, pain, Poetry, soulmates, Truth, wretched on September 22, 2015 by JenJuice
So, what is grief like? What is that profound state of not understanding..
What’s it like to be fully aware and fully present in love with the one soulmate that
Took my breath and breathed it back into me…
And what is it like when he walks in front of a car that hits and murders him
And leaves him solemnly alone on the side of the road to die….what’s it like
You ask.
What’s it like to find life again after finding the truest form of love….die.
What’s it like to watch all your other friends and life move on…they go on having babies, getting married, being happy and having the run of the mill..this is what it’s supposed to be like life.
What’s it like to be not in this much profound pain.
What’s it like to feel again?
What’s it like to love again?
What’s it like to love and die at the same time.
What’s that like. Tell me.
Jen Juice 