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Here. (is) Her.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , on November 18, 2017 by JenJuice

The south tried to teach me that being pretty…..I had one game.
Money.
Brains don’t matter.
I must be crazy.
I’m good for one thing – To look at.
To touch.
To keep quiet.
But oh, you peasants
Don’t you know
The truth
Isn’t that you were the whitest
In a doctrine
Of the you and I are in.
You caught lessons so old and thin
You never asked why
You felt any of that for.
Just a lousy I told you so
Hope to see you grow
The thought of this misery
Is the next alternative
To the life you were destined for.
Is here.
Mystical

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Be-Title-(wo)men(t).

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 12, 2016 by JenJuice

Shadow

Shadow


In a segregated moment of where I am and where I want to be…I find floating movements.
Reveal the floetry of where we be…it is and it’s not me..but it is..only me.
In the mind’s eye of how I see.
Dream foundations and lost time found somewhere between you and me.

My place…..

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , on October 23, 2016 by JenJuice

I want to sleep just to wake up in your arms.

Wither(ed) and some place…searching for the…Her.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , on September 11, 2016 by JenJuice

Gas MaskThe quantitative algorithms flicker in the background;
Like honking geese vibrating through a ripple of broken tendencies.
I find myself still…wanting to run….her, the lonely traveler. That is her soft and rigid embrace.

Ever wonder what it would be like to go to the furtherest side of the earth to remove
All you have ever known? Well, yeah, me too….
Funny, thing is you really never forget and running really never gets you anywhere but
Further from yourself than you were. And, further than you want to BE.

So, where is that you (I) want to be? In my own skin…where do I begin? With me.
The lonely sin. I don’t believe in.
My love gone and buried. Or, is that just fear locked away in my head?
The parallels…the bottomless questions of not wanting to sit still.
Terrified of the vulnerability, yet laying leg-splayed opening up to
Every inch of myself…and her fingertips tip-toeing through my naked skinned being….
Her mind – the bold and so profound liquid movements. I crawl. I come – hither. She whispers.
Come home…