Archive for Soft Spots

Through my fingers….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , on March 5, 2011 by JenJuice

You move as slow as this computer speed
Not the motive behind this mission styled
Fiction
And the mirror juggling through my fingers
Wet and solid
Like the piano I handed you
And blew into
Simple triples of fun
To have
The most
On the run…

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A moment to pass…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , on September 13, 2010 by JenJuice

It never is just what is
But it is…
And seemingly curtailed
Crayons exploding with voice

Shangrila mountains of thought
Simply put
It’s just a moment passing….

Home….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on January 20, 2010 by JenJuice

I can hear his voice on days like this

like the whisper and the anti-christ

at home

coming through a fine silk resemblance

of myself

inherits my tone and the bottomingless

culture we find when we belong

home grown

and there is nothing

ever known

to that tale

and its home

again

and the meaningless

alone

finding the wrinkle in the tune

to be my knew one…

Round’ the way…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , on November 28, 2009 by JenJuice

junkyard confessions and insight beyond her days

rounded thoughts and fingers that run deep

and no single thought to remark in the brilliance

of this time to find her line

on a day (windy and cold)

she remarks and closes the call

and enters the next phase

of it all…

Soft Spots…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on July 22, 2009 by JenJuice

flapperThe challenges evoke a new day

Sifting through the white walls of foundations

Surrounding my thoughts with sentimental warmth and

Why some places seem so hard

And why some places feel so at home

The needs of a new day

Comes through the window where I can see

That not everything lingers in a stagnant place

Settling through the ways that I can just be – me

Cradled by the thoughts of what I can only say

To be the brightest thought of them all…