Archive for movement
Fire.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags dance, I am legend, jenjuice, movement, Poetry, poetry motion, white zombie on May 31, 2020 by JenJuiceRefuge in Love.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Fear, Love, movement, poems, Poetry, refuge on September 9, 2019 by JenJuiceIn the comfort of fear
She sat
Unmotivated
And yet, controlled almost
Like a deer running from the gun smoke
Or maybe a pit stop some place between her kingdom
And the place she needs to see…
She reaps.
As the harvest comes…
So does she.
Take refuge in those who love you.
Creative S(ed)uction.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags cinematicart, dancer, dark matter, flow, flowetry, fluid alchemy, movement, Poetry, pole dancer on August 6, 2019 by JenJuice
The creativity is the s(ed)uction of the all of it – she would go, but not without resistance first.
Energetic responses…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags alchemist, bigwild, cinematic art, dancer, dark matter, dna, eminem, energy, film, flow, jenjuice, Life, memoir, movement, poet, poledancer, process, response, sister, surreal, veniceventure, what on December 11, 2018 by JenJuiceMy biological sister, who was adopted, found me today. And, people question data and forensics. DNA rules do exist in numbers… I feel often like my Dad is how Eminem is with his daughter in his rhymes. Like…Daddy loves you and will do everything to make your life better kind of Dad.
I’m processing this overwhelming information and energy.
Cuz…Merry Christmas from Dad. From the beyond (And, Near).
My Dad told me of her….and, all I knew was her name was Angel ..and, it is.
How I process in reel time…
Recall, she said…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags flow, jenjuice, journey, Love, movement, path, Poetry, surreal, Truth on October 16, 2018 by JenJuicethey use a lot more words now it seems..at least more cognizant…like the word, narrative. (in flavored teas)
I don’t recall using narrative in the 90s…nor from others…the words are words..and…you, see…
..must we want to expect from a dim light of reference? The light is the only way to walk, and not…last.
she said, it’s right.
and, I believe go forward.
In the everlance.
she brings birth
to the biggest life…and
her…
legs..they move toward the gathering of the all
she had of me.
The belief is always upward and onward…and if you stay in the same place…I gotta leave you…but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you(s).
Much love,
All of me.
Affluentree.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags abundance, flow, jenjuice, movement, Poetry on October 8, 2018 by JenJuiceThe undercurrent or their lack of.
The remittance of the accusation of the true-end.
Rifling through dignity of semi-sustainability and the affluentree dignity –
I don’t know where it came from.
It just flows.
Like the rattle of the clock –
And the ambient still.
She said, “go home, I’m good,”
But, really… who is she?
Vibrate Higher
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags anime, art, dancer, emotions, energy, frequency, goddess, high vibrations, Love, movement, music, passion, performance art, pole dancer, spirit, travel, vibrations, warrior on August 11, 2018 by JenJuiceEnergy is how we are here. Simply physics. Every living organism is a form of energy. Emotions are energy in motion….Movement.
Music is vibration and if the music we are making popular is vibrating at a lower level of consciousness, we are manifesting low-level energies in our World. We must understand that art is the power that evolves us and we need to be very aware of the energy we are supporting to vibrate our World. Because we are all part of the perfection and manifestation of our reality. Vibrate higher. Manifest the highest love. Passion is self-love.
Water(ed).
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags baroque, floetry, movement, Poetry, sex, Solid, swallow, You Me on July 18, 2017 by JenJuiceGlass 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.
I swallow.
Jen Juice 