Whispering in deaf’s ear
Knocking down the belligerent barriers and the
past-driven(ed) walls
My ideals and fantasies bargaining culture
Covert(ed) to the Pervert(ed)
Shadowing and senseless
My touch reaps motion(less)
Calls…
Archive for Rawness
Whispering through….it all.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Love, Poetry, Rawness on March 29, 2011 by JenJuiceMemoirs of the into….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Poetry, Rawness, Temporary Lapses on March 25, 2011 by JenJuiceCrying ever so delicately
As I sing this song
Bewildered by the truth
Is all I know
A smeary smile
And a cracked throat
Singing my lips,
Swaying my hips
Into the glorious
And into the not so glory
Of the way I look into you
And remember
The submission – I gave it all
To you
And the weary waters
I tread ahead
With a mile of memoirs of you
Stapled to my weary head
Nevermind the thoughts
Dream away this day
Just like the way we came
Into this weary place…
Chapter(s)….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry, Rawness, Spill inward on February 27, 2011 by JenJuiceRhetorical sensations on top of the thunder
Of my mind
Even leveled and immaculate pressures
Indication of their byes and there for(s)
Bottling the next moment
Here and yonder
And you and ponders
The fragrant and between
You and me…
And the next….door
Beyond it all
And the
Chapter(s)….
Heart rendered…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry, Rawness on February 2, 2011 by JenJuiceI can’t find my way out of the way I feel for you
Harder than the uphill crawl I can’t seem to weather
When the time doesn’t seem to filter my walls
And the mortal graves of my memories
And why nothing ever seems to work out….
Skin-tight…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Poetry, Rawness on December 9, 2010 by JenJuicemarble(alities) like the way the ground teaches
me to see that way I can’t really get used to
and then there is that little angelfish
that looks a lot like the way I wanted it to be
from the silhouette of the words I mimic
when no one is looking
I find my way through my crooked smile
it’s a different perspective than I’ve ever known
even when I was thirty-four
situations of the changing
and heart warming illusions
only built into
the only thing
I’ve ever reached for
and seen
to be the truest form
of remembrance –
something like this
and like you and
the little place right in the middle
of your front door – found
it all and more –
even while I was wearing my skin-tight red dress….
Meditation(ed) bodies….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Catch the falling cherry, Poetry, Rawness on November 18, 2010 by JenJuiceMotioned bodies inner-tangled wireless calls
Battered sensations
And voices that splatter fondles
In and out and down my leg
Fingers cradle
Dancing naked
Eyes move
Inside and thoroughly
Feel the meditations….
Chained…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Catch the falling cherry, Poetry, Rawness on October 29, 2010 by JenJuiceBasking in your dirty sunlight
Unleashed and uncensored
No need for appetizers
Find a way to appease me
And tie my mind
To your bed post
And I’ll find a way
To free my way
Right after….
Again.
Nectar of the Moment…Passing.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Hurt, Poetry, Rawness on October 13, 2010 by JenJuiceDroplets of my eyelids caress
the moment passed up
In an every moment time
That seems to last a lifetime
When you aren’t there
Knowing how I fucked up
Just when you disappear
And I become me again
Losing myself in the ruse
Of the situation
And the weight that I impend
With the scotch flights
I take some nights
Where all ends and some things try to begin –
Sipping on the nectar
Of how I know better
than to listen to emotion
when all it ever does is
make my bed of intention
a bit closer
and I can’t seem to find my way
in the moment that won’t listen….
Willingness….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Hurt, Poetry, Rawness on October 13, 2010 by JenJuiceSome things are better left untouched
Even if that one touch means you embrace
Whatever it is that you feel
Even if it hurts so much
The more you live in a world
Of emotional distress
Rain will crash down and follow
Leaving nothing left to stick to
Littered and crushed emotions bellow
Like a sentiment from Woody Guthrie
I find myself almost dead
Remorse of that pregnant screwdriver
Banging against the walls in my head
The tunes wake me up
shattering my red blanket
Sifting through the memories of our bed
Shadow dancing
At the same moon
Finding all I need is
That love I am looking for
Ready and willing – I’ve said….
Beautiful (dirty) desires….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Cheating, Poetry, Rawness on September 11, 2010 by JenJuice
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….
Jen Juice 