Archive for introspection

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.

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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…

Battle wounds….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , on November 23, 2015 by JenJuice

Nothing worse than falling for the same smoke and mirrors that continuously inhabit your space….the endurance of the worst beckons my calling.
What to have and what not to hold. I find it a daunting rhetoric of solution
Fucking want to murder my emotions with a jackknife and feed
It to the spirits that gag me with them.