Archive for Poetry

Work in Process…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on August 26, 2021 by JenJuice

Most romantic relationships are a hope for security – false security. Until one has done the work with their unhealed trauma all relationships will be magnifiers to what needs to be healed…love comes to aligned beings. That’s my definition of “in love” is “in alignment”

Remember To Breathe…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on July 12, 2021 by JenJuice
Breathe.

Soul On Fire…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , on July 12, 2021 by JenJuice

Narcissists can be charming. Pain is seductive. Comfort is intoxicating. But, ain’t nothin’ like the free air…Of a soul on fire.

Maybe, that’s it?

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , on January 29, 2021 by JenJuice

Dear Brother…..

Posted in Jencerpts.., movement with tags , , , , , on December 1, 2020 by JenJuice

Overthinking is an epidemic. Overthinking is a disease. Overthinking is not truth. Overthinking creates chaos. Overthinking is a word of thought – in which your mind creates to believe is alive. Though isn’t overthinking just a response…your thoughts are not reality (or are they?). The stories we perceive in our mind are only ours from one lens. The only difference between illusion and delusion is with delusion you are the only one experiencing that vision. So, are we all living in illusion or delusion? Your mind – the greatest lie – or the greatest ally – You decide. The only truth – the only remedy is in presence. [the etymology of healing]

Reflections…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , on October 29, 2020 by JenJuice

…Are difficult to face, but that’s where freedom is found.

In lieu of sacrificing the soul…..

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on October 9, 2020 by JenJuice

I think about Dad and how I got martyrdom in the DNA

My Mon… a sociopath.

My Dad.. a martyr.

But don’t they feed each other?

I guess without feeding it …it starves to death and we define.. 

Our new way…in lieu of flowers,

Kindly fuck off I say…(to the programming of centuries).

To be the rock/evolvement of the lineages is the highest form of love. ️

Trust that. 

I say.

Fuego.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on October 2, 2020 by JenJuice

The problem with fire is when feeling burn is the only feeling you feel is real.

A child (in the) hood….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , on September 29, 2020 by JenJuice

I’ve become a foster hoodrat who  has the  unexplained capacity for nuisance that almost destroyed her.

Blurry Prints….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , on September 13, 2020 by JenJuice

Nothing they ever did ever mattered, but it did cuz it’s the mirror – the coke lines snorted from the blurry thumb prints ravished on the doorknob tho – not much to look at when we were kids.