Archive for Truth

The Untitled. Truth. Sustained.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , on July 27, 2017 by JenJuice

The goal is the job that gets you the most pussy.

But the reward is the sustained orgasm.

The simple answer to a complicated question.blonde

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Identifier is just a word.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , on June 21, 2017 by JenJuice

He kept yelling at me asking if I know this poet’s name or that poet’s name.
No sir.
I don’t know names.
I just know I write poetry.

You are my Sun.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on May 21, 2017 by JenJuice

The other me is on recess.
You, me and that tacky little dress you called…
Well, a mess.

Wrecking my mind riots in your circumference
Of you, me and the lost whodunit.

But, it was…

The wife and the hello matrimony amalgam.
The departure of the underlying truth.

Is simple geometry. Just fucking listen.

Build you. With him. With you. With all of….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , on May 9, 2017 by JenJuice

Jen PoetryMy body looked sad..so I had to please her.
Not looking in the mirror has consequences.

My tits…my tits are pouring your name. Fondling my memories of you…
Between me and my—self.
You, my – in between all of this…..stuff….and you aren’t here physically, but…
You are so in my body, my mind, my soul….you are in me. Always.
Penetrate through me…from the realms so profound away…you, my love…are somehow always with me…in this finite equation…of us is never in between you and me. Love.

Found(ed). Restless…ly.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , on November 9, 2016 by JenJuice

What is it that you are my mind’s eye presently? What is that water that needs a desert? You, the teacher…tell me what is the question I forgot to rescue?

The wonderment of the widow caresses ever so slightly the demised threat – the culture….

…Of the universe-soul (loneliness)….the embodiment of the empty foolish world….but, truth be told..isn’t language designed to help us understand the code…after all?

A town..not so far from the world….you count the currency blown.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 4, 2016 by JenJuice

I’ve never quite understood showing tits for beads….I mean, it’s your luscious breasts – your beautiful body. Beads and tits..they just don’t even (com)pair. It’s like these people that take photos of them drinking anything possible – playing drinking games, but who really wins?

Traveling….romanticizing how your self is another self in another country means what? Are you authentic self in or out or out or in or swirling like a spawn. Run, don’t walk, fuck, drink, don’t drive, be, live, spread yourself thin and wildly…another Girl or Boy Gone Wild story…because, what is it about to you? Observing the minds of others or is it just to fuck as many people that you can in as many different countries as possible? We all have a story – what is yours? What makes you special (or not)?

In a sentimental fashion there used to be sentiment. Some place in between the digging our way out of our own way we lost the place we are destined…or have we chosen this speed? Do you not even recognize your way of being? The unaware doll… the unaware being. The choice to be in the darkness of speed. Where do you look for (mind) food when you need to eat? The lurker hiding in the black worlds of the black beaches, dark as midnight without a stun gun. Watch out for those synthetic drugs…some stories are true whether you believe them or not.

What is that we are stressing over? The context of how the train won’t speed up, the way the car in front of you didn’t signal? I didn’t pronounce the word the way you think it should be heard through your ears. The reaction on my face didn’t go to par as to what you think it should, so now you feel rejected? So, what did you eat today? Where is the time you forgot to understand where it is to be present?

The dichotomy of sensationalism and broken down ledges…we try to climb down from our own levies we built for our own protection, but it’s just a crack away from a torrential downpour.

If the only word you have to describe a town was “date-rapey” – I wonder if people would still visit. The backpacker’s guide to life is the lie they all tell themselves – that everything and everyday is absolutely the most “awesome” experience ever. If that is the case….it’s all downhill from there I would surmise…the “Rockstar” lifestyle plays a reel of a story that perhaps isn’t so lustrous after all.

Year of the Removal.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on February 4, 2016 by JenJuice

It’s the beginning of the end…
The war path is severe with heavy
No one is getting out of this one….
It’s going to take the some strength
Some perseverance
Some holy energy
Some finding the hijackers of the mind
And killing them. After having a cup of tea.
Be aware of the daunting lines in between the space
You find
Awareness and the place
So eerie you don’t want to see (or feel)