Archive for writing

Don’t fuck with the fire.

Posted in Jencerpts.., Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on July 11, 2018 by JenJuice

How did I get right back where I started? The move faster than you are, then come back to where you are not, farther.
This is the flow….
The imperial doorway
And the trigger points
And, we all call fire.

You got me at first sight
And ….
So much fire.
So much you and me.
And now..the rest of it
Is measuring to top
The highest me I’ve ever
Braved to go and


Art refugee

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on July 8, 2018 by JenJuice

Art is your eyes to see what will come.

Write Mind

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on July 8, 2018 by JenJuice

If your goal in life is to have a marriage and kids and retirement and you’ve accomplished them all – then what, death?

The record of what you do is more important than what you do.

The idea of paradise is in terms of peace of mind. The Italian Villa, the old typewriter to type, the wine cellar, the footed bathtub with a beach side view.

Paradise being the essence of breath and peculiarly the being of self. The love of self. The love of light. The love of God (God is energy of the creator..the one-ness that connects us all). The beauty of the force of nature, we call self.

The bottomless wavering of creativity in the form of writing and dance. The sound mind of the sound mind coincides with the true nature of self.

Do you have the write mind? I do.

Quasi meaning.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , on May 7, 2018 by JenJuice

I quite often wonder why people say “I’m sorry.” when someone close to a person passes away. I’ve become more inquisitive of these two words the more death has become a close friend of mine. I’ve pondered why not just say “My apologies” for your condolences. It is just that more visible of the awkwardness this response is.  So, I began to ask people what they are sorry for or why do they say those words aside training. More times than not I would get the tale old answer, “because I was taught…”. So, what happens when you question your canned responses to life…then what?

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.

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?

I just want to…..Surrender… you.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 24, 2016 by JenJuice

The thundering thoughts of you franchise me like the wall
I spray-painted my digits on – when you weren’t looking, of course.
The covert her-ness. Never close enough and always craving more –
of you. This may be the hardest rendition of a teaching I’ve reached.
This point.
The undertones of speech yet…the wetness of
the energy is so fucking deep – we can’t even speak.
What words are there to be said – when we speak our own language
on a frequency we both understand? So, why is this one of such an insatiable deliverance?
When all I want to do is surrender….I can’t.