No one would have looked for me there……
Perfect place to hide.
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The perfect hiding place.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags jenjuice, Poetry, revealing on January 14, 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 that 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.
Rendered in Presence.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Love, mindfulness, poem, Poetry, presence on March 8, 2019 by JenJuiceMemories are just a mirror of the thought of a past energy. The intangible essence – it penetrates.
It fleshes my soul like the interior doorways of my mind.
It finds me some place in the night…some place I render all my walls hidden in a room of the unknown and to never really know – in all the worlds.
We all live.
Not just one.
There are pockets.
Even inside our own dreams –
Of our reflection.
Finding the only truth is…. presence.
But, you are enough…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags abundance, enough, Love, Poetry on December 24, 2018 by JenJuiceIt’s tough to witness one commit slow suicide…over years. By way of heartbreak and the overallness of never feeling enough —is an epidemic. Not a symptom.
The underlying component of our programming is so embedded most do not see…you/we are more than enough.
Eternally.
Word.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags manifest, Poetry, Words on November 14, 2018 by JenJuiceWords are how all things are called into our life. If you don’t want them to manifest – don’t say them. Simple.
Sin, the derelict.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags greek, philosophy, Poetry, sin, Thoughts, Words on October 18, 2018 by JenJuiceSin or syn is essentially broken down from Greek to, “miss the mark”.
Who decides the placement of said mark? It’s an unattainable point line and speaking of the contrary in which words play…is in fact, who decides what each word means?
My belief is not based on a transference of thought to another mind.
