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Phantom of a Notion….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , on June 28, 2011 by JenJuice

Wine windows my bureaucracy of tales
How she goes
And oh, how once It was
And never well
Looted by the night
Thoughts escaping
To find serenity
Writing juggles my senses
Like the man that beckons
The little people in the muddy chair
At the stop sign
Under 5th and 2nd
Yo-yoing his wording
Like the manifestation
Of the sold sacrament
Sweeping through
The memories and the steps and so on….
Ticking the tock
As a semblance of
The addiction and the rock
But… I’m no martyr to time
Not even when you just gotta know
When the time and date you will die….
Sincere apologies straddle my ability
To feel okay with the
Phantom of notion
And the no embrace
Even when you can’t hide
Behind this pinching flesh-feeling

How about start breathing
And we’ll find the answer.

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Spilt….milk….(lost)

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on June 28, 2011 by JenJuice

Solid…light..forgotten how to be strong right now
I’m trying to reach out but I don’t know where to reach
The barrier of lost time has put me under
Dementia swimming into a lost defiant…lost
Swearing to the sky
Like it helps some how
I am so torn with this heavy-ness
And this diatribe of spilt…..milk
Lost…
Ants swarming into a mound
of battered youth
soulless smiling into a brainwash
compound of you, the cancer
and the some how
you lost sight and rendered to……

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The Jen behind It.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , on June 14, 2011 by JenJuice

The moonlight penetrates my bosom from the high light of the window
Narrowed and convincing the mortality rates rise
Shadowing existence like a dollar bill slipping out of my bra strap
Judgment cradles my lap as the dollar falls – I grasp
Dissipating and flagging my thoughts as though I lived a life of sobriety and existence
It escapes me to a never-ending reality
Corpses amuse me like the foundations and the sincerities
Molding the collapse swimming through my eyes
Befuddled grudges and baffled dues
Put your coin in my hand and walk away slowly
Don’t look back and sink woe-lee
Society of narcissist in your bag of tricks
Looking up at me embrace the heretic
Breaking down the laminate of pervasiveness
The underlying materialism
Concepts and embezzlements

If you catch me late in the hours you can catch the true Jen
Un-friended and material-less and impended

Jen-nor-I-eties…specializing between beauty and the real rise
Of the doctorate of existence
You, me and the money it doesn’t buy behind it.

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Momentary lapse….(s).

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on June 13, 2011 by JenJuice

What to have or have not is not my rhetorical mindset, not even how I alienate
and pretend…to lock up
it’s a happy place even with a serendipitous slaughter of some family members
that never reigns to the place of reality or novelties of sanction.

don’t light a match cause the oxygen may implode
to the happy place
we all know

creatures crawling in the impending noose
with the magnificence of the surreal plots
I don’t really have one, not even in my happy place

Rocking back and forth
To the Asian robe I serenade like the subtle geisha that lays in my diary
Memories gushing through the lit room I found the moon penetrating
Singling out debauched presents of thought
Like the torment and the habitual founding wicked names

I don’t mention when I talk
Not even when I speak, no not to you or the latter version of the distraught –
of how you symbolized my momentary lapse of condemnation and fault.

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Algorithm.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on June 5, 2011 by JenJuice

Sometimes people equate sex with that connection when they don’t connect at all
Just a lack of a lullaby that I can’t forget
won’t let it –
Some thrive on the mind and soul that is sound asleep
No notoriety – no outlet.

Don’t you all know that everything is temporary…
even that little moment we strive to fill the moments
That, if lucky, we find someone to complete that moment rather than fill.
I want to feel that moment
The interlude to a song that I write with the dance we silhouette through the moonlight
Stakes high at range..and yet,
Love that no one can abide or escape –
like a stranger in the night
It takes flight
It gives heat….

As the fallacy of permanence is resurrected
With the media
And the fearful that can’t face their right
To be wondrous
And see
Set free
So true – the moment
Is here
To be
with you…..

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Listen when I speak….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on June 4, 2011 by JenJuice

When I tell you I want to paint a picture you should listen
Colors explicit and functioned and calling
Like the woman shining through my silken skin
Immortalized in a child crying found her way
Somehow extended
Shaken, emaciated and lucid reactions
In a milk-shaken thread
Absence of logic and pondering the girl that stood
And watched every single wicked explosion exploding
In my face
Back of the door and blood on the embrace
Running my fingers through my freshly laced hair with ribbon
My daughter compliments my spawn
The daughter of my thoughts
Listen to me call

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His and Hers…..

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on June 4, 2011 by JenJuice

Looking up in a telepathic window
Congregations of nomads and his and hers belt-loops
I see what I thought I would on a night like this
When I can’t see the way I knew it would be
And factoring in the daunting biopsies through
Late night phone calls and mattresses deflating
In synchronicity
It gets darker as the light fades…and all I see is moonlight
Gazing back at me
Through a window of the woman I’ve grown to be –
He and she shelters me like the caring eyes that shone
Lathering the clocks like a peacock feathering on his/her
Day of dust
Shadowboxing the blood red blanket of words
Laying across my lap like the feathered pen
I held at my parents’ wedding…..

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Beauty mark(ed) connection….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on June 2, 2011 by JenJuice

Honor the way you reveal the beauty that marks us – the same
that is mine…right above the belly button – we fed onward
and shine(d)
each other through music and our eyes saw the same moment
and the same time
another day
I look down beneath my breast and remember the beauty mark
That matches yours – with the same name
Connection through synchronicity and the place in time
Me and you met
and did the naked silhouette(d) dance in your living room
and wept…

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It Is.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on June 2, 2011 by JenJuice

Be withered be not
Be founded be forgot
Be sounded be without
The ones beneath
Seeking
Searching
Loving
Life
The answers may not be so
Easy, but
It is.

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Cover with the good Tits….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on May 28, 2011 by JenJuice

Contraband like me isn’t found at the corner store…
Nope, not the gravy train stripped of the magazine page –
laying on the floor
The one, you know, with the good tits on the cover…
A rooster crows its branches in towards me
The lost and the weary back off like a break in the wind
That I blow into
The mirror flags a sensation I want to penetrate
Like the songs I sing to

Reaching the moments between the pages I sit through
Long roads impend the days
Shadowing.
Sensing.
Reminiscing.
Breaking through the next realm of existence

Lose your bottom of thought for a while
Pull up a chair and sit with me, why don’t you…
Hold my hand, I won’t let you go
Sit on my lap, flip the pages
And let it graze through my
Lace and lips
Like the thoughts that go
In and out and you face
Again…

It’s just another dollar to find
Me through the markers and grass
Not buried yet…
Just a pile of magazines…
You know the one…with the good tits…
Under(cover)ed.

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