Fighting to stay above water, above ground – craters
Wherever I look there are so many hardships and danger
Trying to mend the ripeness of this time
So dark and no endurance more than the one I am.
I can’t hold on to any more pain coming down hard
Everywhere I look life dissipates and hardens
What we have is each other
Don’t give up…Don’t give up
One foot in front of the other…..
Archive for Poetry
See forward……
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Hardships, Poetry, Rawness, Time on May 27, 2011 by JenJuiceSpells of a myth…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry, Spells on May 20, 2011 by JenJuiceLightning storms are miraculous streams from the mental potency of the sky….
In a mirror of dissertation a lovely room and a meek spotlight
I find myself escaping under
commonly known for the direction I point
In a miss or permission you found my moment in time
Listening to that Mazzy Star accompanying my dial tone
when the vino yells at me with such direct us
Of such myth and cajole
Simple as a map of thought – I sit
Remember the press that surrounds when I think
and I miss
And reach to you like that triple threat you are…
And it’s not even so much new as old
That many array of nothingness in a past
That doesn’t exist in the moment
And now, all I see….is me.
You’re the big winner….contest(ed)
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Death, Deeper, Mind riot, Poetry on May 16, 2011 by JenJuiceLosing the thought among the lost and wretched…the masses
Sipping the spit off the rims dripping from the institutions of “you’re the big winner!”
Competition of the mystery rivals
Sensations with the misery of compliances
I only talk if I have something to say…
Not so much of a covert(ed) mistress of your life
“There she goes again”..they say.
Walking all over the faces of immortal treasury
And the fucked and saluted ignorant of the nation that preys…
Off the resistance of how much I care is how much I feel
Not holding onto it..kinda like the way…I let go of every little
Thing in my life…
Even you….lost interest in your weaknesses
Just like the infomercials rising a speak from
My alter-dreamer last night around 8:03pm (censored).
A Soul with no Title…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Poetry on May 15, 2011 by JenJuiceWhere does the knife drop in the mourning
Light shining like an Eiffel Tower
On my porcelain skin – glowing.
That soft spot
Where I lay thin
in the wreckage
Of the battery
Solitude and the horizon of the missing persons
Lost to a grim foundation of broken bottles and
The year of the cock
Backed-up and forgot where to begin
Caught some place between the fall and the truth
gazing directly through
the sink or swim
Of how so many have no place in the vision
Dividing the sight, the penetration and the barrage of
Collisions…
Simply the way I see- it isn’t the truth at all…just my truth
Of the battle scars and the rendering cinema between the fallacy
Movement and memoirs incongruent through the rubble.
Navigation becomes like a fork to my daily routine
Trying to sip water with a metal plated limb doesn’t really
Seem relative to the way things drown in the room around the
Movement sitting on my porch of sin…(thoroughly collecting data)
Like the crater in my stomach watching the wounded
Molest its way out of battle…
only the strong survive.
You can’t fix….Stoopid.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Poetry, Rawness, Reaching, Sickness on May 12, 2011 by JenJuiceYou can’t fix stoopid…My anti-autobiography related
To the non-relation to the family
And where did I come from? Cuz, the last time
I saw the torrid affair between the monitor
And the past I’ve been resurrected from…
Shown nothing like the doll complacent
Like I show….except, only if I really really like you.-
Then there is the abrasive abandonment of characteristics
and a pretty smile to jack up the disinterment of the lollipop
in my mouth..that somehow turns them on like you wouldn’t believe..
and I don’t..believe.
in much..just the way of the road I see..and don’t.
Cuz mothers and fathers don’t really hail an existence of hope
– just a feux dial and a mocked adventure
When I crouch down and hold the phone
I lock up around my neck and choke…
And deep breath for the miles and miles
Of heretics…that soak
The moments and the non-logic and the sacred senses
And somehow, I always find a way out….
History Less(uns)….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry, Rawness, SHOUT on May 6, 2011 by JenJuice
Hell-i(uns)History Less(uns)
Us to a systematic demeanor
Of (un)usual suspects
With the castes of
Motion surrendered of some
Mother fucker’s might
What have you got when you got nothin’
But your ass to hold up tight
A string quartet
Of heartache and pain
Swarming beliefs and
Mirrored blame
Take the tune out of the bucket
Of rain
Rendered demise and
A series of who you thought
You were in the time you
Stood in the doctorate
Of your simple name
Most mementos touch
Me like the way the knife
Grazes my neck
And I guess…it’s the
Way things go
With me as the heretic
Just hearing that yonder
Of guttural laughter
Not much like a scream
And my ferris wheel
Of thought and….
faster
Lost in a book of memories
With each page I turn
Resembles a bit like
The way I am and your watch….
..considering.
Buckled up and ready for the
Minute by moment play
I juggle watching
the comments on my back
porch of fear – I lay.
Take another sip
Of this day…. Through synchronized warranties, heartaches
And melodies….
I steer….
Made easy and lovely by the sweet child embrace of the
embassy bought by the U.S. of A and China (dolls).
Truth….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Poetry on May 4, 2011 by JenJuiceHold on to the darkest part of me
In the midst of the darkest place fondled
By chivalry and the nothing less
Than you and the way I reach out
Because I know how
You bleed out
and feel you
And the life
We are
The most part of the way
It will never be the same with another
And plagued to this notion
Of the way I see your face
In the mirror
And…
In an every minute and every
Drenched face
The next
Is not happening
And you shoved me away..
How I don’t listen to my friends
When they say you’re no
Good in every way
and everything you do
To take
Me down and
Rule the world
Yet,
I never see
Because
I’ve always seen the truth
In you and
In me.
40(ish) days and One thousand Forty-Nine sweaty nights……
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Poetry, Rawness on April 29, 2011 by JenJuice40 days and one thousand forty-nine sweaty nights
locked in the gravity
running through the simple insanity
the masquerade
of the numbers finding the pretty book of
implosive thunder and lightning
looking up to the girls that have nothing going on below the hips
and sucking it all up
and spitting out the relatives
nonsense comes in backward forms –
of shallow existences and
smoke and mirrors
swimming in a forum of
truth and relativity
mixed with showing pervasive shared identities –
when sometimes you just need to know
where the illusions are
and disillusionments cease to begin…
Trail of tears….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Maybe I'm amazed..., Poetry, Rawness on April 27, 2011 by JenJuiceTo stay or rise or fall and face the fall
Faded energy
Along the trail
In the moment it has to be
All the way in the carnival
Of symbolizing bewilderment
And festive movements
In the trace of a thought
And you as my rock
Each and every rock that
I hold to when I walk
The love
the moment –
The place I stay.
The place I go.
The place I walk.
Grasping air….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry on April 23, 2011 by JenJuiceTorn apart with the warranties that worn through
The soul that could not and would not do
Not the time of night – it hasn’t
Gotten much more than this rite
Of passages
You don’t belong to –
I can’t do any more but let you be
Who you are
Wherever that path leads
And doesn’t become –
I can’t breathe….
Jen Juice 