We turn such a blind eye when we don’t want to admit the truth in ourself
and me – I’m no different when I have that immaculate face
of woes and how I know..
I’m not a victim of circumstance
I’m just a girl chained to my choices
and..while I believe in do no harm
and just love with all I have
the truth is…
I should’ve mentioned
earlier
the note I found
from the other woman
(isn’t me)
on my bedside pillow –
she is married crazed with frivolous actions
maybe the office
knows more than me
and I never had so much to tell
not even in a rhetoric way
of your hell
and how it spells
what I say
and how you melt
inclined to sit you down one day
and look down at the crease in your face
to show you how not savvy
your matron is and you
were never so clever to try to be that big man
cuffed to your choices
living in a closeted space
so hard to understand
denial and belligerence
when we always look for the good in people
for the fear of a reality hidden
and even when you negotiate with chaos
I can’t hear your mention
of any truth,
hurt or disgrace
and the reflection sees
too well
and behind this smile is
that person that always can tell
always welcomes the fires
and how well it turns out
when my action ripples
my strengths with my
beautiful desires….
Archive for Poetry
Beautiful (dirty) desires….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Cheating, Poetry, Rawness on September 11, 2010 by JenJuiceRhetoric sensibilities….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Firestarter, Poetry, Rawness on September 10, 2010 by JenJuice
Stopping for a minute to amuse my fetish
Of the bondage of my mind when I look at the paper
With the writing from your mistress and the
Dapper fantasies dripping heartless
Motion sickened by havoc bottling
Up my sensibilities to be in a space
Of party
And just outgrew the boredom
Of the same time same place
Day after day patterns of martyrdom
I keep my hands in your pockets
When I turn my cheek
To tell you how smart I think
Some are to choose prison
Over hurting more people
or themselves more
Than they can bare to reap
open that door
And some just don’t know how to choose
Walking blindly in a cave
Of matters worse than you
And, all I can do is expend
The call of the fire in my eyes
When I saw what I didn’t need
To see at the time
Or maybe it was that
Right moment in that right blind(ed)
moment
That made it all boil down to one
Karmic explosion
simmered
In my loving escapades
Centered to treat
The ones of such resistance
And an enclave existence(s)
Lullabye….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry, Silky Transitions on August 25, 2010 by JenJuiceHandwriting that smells like Sunday
Flowing thru the sand of reflections
Of the mirrored whispers
Over the silky fragments
Dormant lullabies
And a man not too far to my glances
The missed sun and the pounding reflections
Senses come down to just one thing
Me, you and the sliding moments
Silky movements and the
Lullaby of our good-byes….
Migrated merry….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Junxtaposing, Poetry, Swallow Me... on August 19, 2010 by JenJuiceI migrate through the tippi-toed notion
Of the plentiful and the best
Relegation and beligeratted hand stands
Plentiful with embraced hair clips
Bountiful routed with noises
From the past
Singled and lured into
The outcalls of
Rembrandts hands
Tickling my belly
Of thought
Checkered floors
And merry-go-rounds
That was never
That merry –
Even when I smile…
Beautiful boy….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Mind riot, Poetry, self hate on August 13, 2010 by JenJuice
Sometimes I write with my right hand
And other times not
Like when I see you hit
The ground nine times running
Pounding with all you got –
You against the world
Cradle the victim sword and ridicule
Rocking back and forth
Please don’t go there no more
Cause you make every situation
An excuse to grope the bottle
Of intention
And the whiskey calls
Like the little boy that you are
Crumbles
In the middle of the broken rubble
When life swells the center
And you fall so deep under
That not even you surrender
can’t climb
The way out this time
I duck when you throw your woes
Buried in my rhymes
Calming my senses and
Running away from your ploy
Hit the bottle one more time
And don’t fall down the stairs
When you wind up so down
And buried in self hate and worry
You –
The tragedy of this beautiful boy…
It is….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry, Rawness on August 12, 2010 by JenJuice
Sometimes the lowest form is
Moving away from
What’s so natural to the slight of the wrist
Beginning to feel the curtness that doesn’t
do much more than exist
Like a business call and
A wall splattered
With something gone wrong
because
Sometimes taking care of
The self means breaking free
From the rest
Even if that means
It hurts…
Beauty course(s)…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Liquid moments, Open up, Poetry on August 9, 2010 by JenJuiceIf it is not restricted to the restraint
obliterated by the facts and the complaints
Creators enamored
To the voices
Of the central
Course(s)
You see..the sweet
Pattern of success
And the willowbees
through the meaning
Of the distress
All has one –
You know
It has to be….
How noble….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Catch the falling cherry, Maybe I'm amazed..., Poetry on August 7, 2010 by JenJuiceIf I found you and said
The things that allow me to be as I choose
To be and read –
Sinks deep into the fluxes of my eyelashes batting
and the sentiments lacking
To the merriment of my sacred love
For me….for the way
I am and have gone so far
To go back tracking through
The torment that use to sit and stew in –
But not this time and I won’t even cry
I will…
Just smile…
Just smile…
Like I used to
And
Don’t try to be all touchy feely
With that look on your face
That motions with
the ups and downs
and
How the bugs splatter on your teeth
When the issues fight out
The immense dissatisfaction
Of the planned noblehood
And the rocking back and forth motions
Secretly whispering your name
In a sly slit down the center
Of my throat
That creases and binds
Me to live the way I want to
Cause’ that’s just me and
No one will ever get
To change that satisfaction and that’s it –
That’s the reason I sit here and
Just be here with me and
My smile…
My smile…
Pretty Woman…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Catch the falling cherry, Poetry, WoMan on July 14, 2010 by JenJuiceNot real sure how to fit in to the role of the societal woman
Arraigned and aligned as the judgment rules
I’m a woman and I must sit and swoon
Thank you my dear
Thank you my friend
Smile pretty and be the well woman
You know the kind
You find
In the mist of the end
Where a clan of men will sit
And stare the white off of the wall
When it can stand on its own
Three feet
And critique its way right
Back to the world(ly)
kind
But we aren’t speaking in societal terms
We are speaking
From the Tex(ass) winnings
In the retrospect(s)
Of it and the beginning(s)….
Road thought…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Maybe I'm amazed..., Poetry on June 4, 2010 by JenJuiceSun burnt and suncreened
Silently blushing to you and your needs
That moves like the sound that sheds deep
Reminds me of the time
That you woke me
Further than your
Left wink
And luster
You mend me
Like the dog
That shelters its flow
And the fangs
That sink me
Resistant to
The distant
you know me
Caress my shelter
And somehow you
Disinter my Everest
And my shout
Crest five times and more
And love me…
Jen Juice 