Archive for Poetry

The perfect hiding place.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on January 14, 2020 by JenJuice

No one would have looked for me there……

Perfect place to hide.

Refuge in Love.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , on September 9, 2019 by JenJuice

In 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 , , , , , , , , 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 , , , , on March 8, 2019 by JenJuice

Memories 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 , , , on December 24, 2018 by JenJuice

It’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 , , on November 14, 2018 by JenJuice

Words 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 , , , , , on October 18, 2018 by JenJuice

Sin 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?

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My belief is not based on a transference of thought to another mind.