He kept yelling at me asking if I know this poet’s name or that poet’s name.
No sir.
I don’t know names.
I just know I write poetry.
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Identifier is just a word.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags authentic, justme, Love, Poetry, Truth, writing on June 21, 2017 by JenJuiceDear Chris…Cornell. My love. My Gratitude.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags chris cornell, Love, Poetry, Soundgarden, tribute on May 21, 2017 by JenJuiceGrief is loneliness at its primal level.
To think about my experience with Chris is pouring through my veins like lava. I keep seeing him. Hearing his voice and the tears coming out of my eyes feels like that Jesus Christ Pose I can’t deny.
Him. He was profound. His presence was massive. One of the calmest intensities I’ve experienced. It was the moment I became awake…meeting him.
I was a high school runaway..I left my house at 16 under a shitty living situation…I was working at a funeral home at the time..it’s relevant. Soon After…
I went to a club one night as I did…At #s I go to the ladies room and come out ratting out Kim Thayil for pissing in the girl’s room while I waited. He liked that, went and got Matt Cameron and they piled in my 81’ Ford Granada matted with my Soundgarden sticker on back. We all get in. the cassette playing was Jane’s Addiction Triple X. And…we sparked up a big joint and got super baked discussing philosophies.
In turn..we became fast friends…Went on tour with them a stretch from Texas to Louisiana….it was fun. It was spiritual. It was the most honor and beautiful sensation to be graced with the person that has touched my soul so many times, so deep and so in my being…and, to be able to actually tell him of my gratitude. Much Love to that dear soul. May he be at peace.
You are my Sun.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags chris cornell, feminine genius, intuitive, Love, Mourning, Poetry, Truth on May 21, 2017 by JenJuiceThe other me is on recess.
You, me and that tacky little dress you called…
Well, a mess.
Wrecking my mind riots in your circumference
Of you, me and the lost whodunit.
But, it was…
The wife and the hello matrimony amalgam.
The departure of the underlying truth.
Is simple geometry. Just fucking listen.
Connections.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags chris cornell, like suicide, Love, Poetry on May 21, 2017 by JenJuiceWhen everything about suicide makes sense…..
I kind of love you.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags confusion, heart, him, Love, Poetry, soul on May 12, 2017 by JenJuiceThe smell of weed penetrates the streets like a breath of fresh desire
How I became so alive – the moment I saw your eyes.
A slow weight of water drips down my jaw…my teardrops…only
Come for you.
And you…my love…is all I see.
And I can’t even see me.
And how does the other always know when I need him
When I want to just walk away…
He cradles me in his voice of lullabies of memories
Oh, how are you still in my life when you are just
A story line away from reality….
Is connectedness a myth…or do we just talk
Ourselves out of what we feel.
Build you. With him. With you. With all of….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags beauty, dark, light love, Poetry, Truth, widow on May 9, 2017 by JenJuice
My body looked sad..so I had to please her.
Not looking in the mirror has consequences.
My tits…my tits are pouring your name. Fondling my memories of you…
Between me and my—self.
You, my – in between all of this…..stuff….and you aren’t here physically, but…
You are so in my body, my mind, my soul….you are in me. Always.
Penetrate through me…from the realms so profound away…you, my love…are somehow always with me…in this finite equation…of us is never in between you and me. Love.
The land of Karmic Adventures…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags blue eyes, Love, miss my love, Poetry, soulmates, soundwaves, travel on January 31, 2017 by JenJuice
The imperial vows taken by the sea…the oceans – I dive into your ocean…your blue eyes that
were my haven…I found peace.
Staring into the wooden swing dangling from a tree swooping over me…I sway….the air
feels like baby kisses all over my skin…and somehow it feels lathered in meaning.
After all, this isn’t America. This is the land of karmic adventures.
I miss you so much.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags cry, Death, hurting, Mourning, pain, Poetry, widow on January 4, 2017 by JenJuiceNo one can hear that heart-wrenching cry that only comes out when I think of you.
And how you aren’t here…and how are you not on this earth any more.
I know energy doesn’t die…but my heart did. When you did.
Withered Warrior….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags awake, emotional talk, found, poem, Poetry, self love, war, writer on December 29, 2016 by JenJuiceIn a hypothesis of how I found myself staring into a mirror
Of a dirty withered soldier mustered and worn
After war…and seeing through the fog..finally.
Who is this woman?
Risks.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags poem, poems, Poetry on December 27, 2016 by JenJuicePutting my hand under the warm faucet
In place of you…
I’m lost and helpless…..
But I’m not.
And where I am.
Is so fucking scary.
The stakes just keep getting higher.
Jen Juice 