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Anomaly of the Cliche’….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on July 7, 2011 by JenJuice

Crucifying my time to do what’s right
For what’s real –
The time – It somewhat accuses my variance
And the ability to fight

Flashing my tits as though I have something
To show
Racing in an ambulance of ambiguity
Rushing back and forth
And oh, how it moves so slow
The time –
For the second lifetime of
Geniality genius
Corrupts the motive behind
This venture
As the doctor reached through his words
Saw through the junkyard musician
And blunders
Of the anomaly and the precision

Seeping through the mirror – seeing
Somehow sought owned
And somehow caught undone
Just like the past and the reveal
And the motion(end)
That lies in between – the days and me
And (us)….

Clarity of words and shyness of the truth behind
The all and every cliché’ – breathing
Behind me
Refocusing on the focus swimming through my veins
Like I saw you..reaching in a blank state of wondering
Why I am here and you are there…and you are you.

Sleeping as I wake through this parade of courage –
The grapes bust open in my mouth and drip
As the juice slips down my lips
Like the way he called me the beloved
Anomaly of his day….. reaching for his senses
To say he misses…me and the way….

Enlisted in the future
Reverences of my holy,
my hells and this paranormal of a day.

Seeing the same moon….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on November 21, 2010 by JenJuice

In a cobblestoned corridor
bottoming out and looking for
that opened door
where I find all my sensibilities
and the way you look at me
fondness that catches
my breath
like the syllables
in the forgotten room
of a handshake
and a thought splattered
with a heartbeat
capturing my love letters
sitting on this page
and caressing
the way I see
truthful moments
of two people
looking up at the same moon…


Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , on September 30, 2010 by JenJuice

As the day winds down to so many spaces
My mind deludes itself with embraces
Mimicking the butterflies swaying
Around my head
The bells in the central point calls
To a whisper and
I start to remember
As thoughts are just thoughts
That we must surrender…


Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on September 28, 2010 by JenJuice

the reticent of a mermaid singing
like I knew what she meant
sliding though the dungeons of my heroine –
your subtle movements make me sweat –
make me smile
in the sunset of the moment
we find each other in
never finding judgment
in the reasons why
beauty in the middle of
my porcelain skin
where I find the spirit
reaching, sliding
down my legs
with the pounding heartbeat
singing through my veins
somehow it sees the way
to be seen
in the doo wop
portion of this show…..