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[To Write Love...]

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Posted on October 9, 2011 by

~Jenuine

I would write love on my arms
in dripping ink
so that every time we embraced
a little would rub off on you

I would write love on my eyes
so that every time you looked into them
you would find love there
and you could rest for a moment

I would write love on my tongue
with a burning coal
branding it forever
so that each time I spoke
each word that flowed from my mouth
would have first been touched with love

I would write love all over the world
so that everywhere you looked
you could not escape
you could not hide
you could not be without it

and
I would write love on your arms
in permanent ink
tattoo it
over the scars
over the pin-striped pattern of pain
over the void
over the despair
over the echoing emptiness
and if it began to fade
I would write it again
until you believed
and again
until you felt
and again
until you loved
yourself

 

[To my Yet Unknown Love...#98]

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Posted on September 15, 2011 by

~Jenuine

I’m sitting here
lights down low
candles all a glow
my stomach is churning
I’m about to go on stage
but not quite yet
it is the before
music is playing
and all I can think about is how much
I want to hold your hand

I wish you were here
These moments that are mine
only mine
I want to share with you
these secrets
stories
sorrows
and songs are mine
have only been mine
but I want to share them

I desire you
not because I need you
I can change my own tires
plunge my own toilet
replace that headlight
walk myself home
pick myself up

but I want you

I want you
to dirty your hands with life along with me
to inspire me and be inspired by me
to walk beside me headlong into the storm, together
to offer your safe hand when I’ve lost my ground
to say goodnight on the same side of the door

I desire you
not because I am anything less than
whole without you
but because
I long for you
I ache for you
I crave you
Body and soul
I want you out of this mirage
and into this life with me
tangible

[Why Do I Write?]

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Posted on August 12, 2011 by

~Jenuine

for some it is
a glass of wine
to unwind
at the end of a stressful day
for others
a grueling and intense
session at the gym
to work off steam
for some it is
headphones in the ears
and volume on blast
not a second thought
spent on the past
for others
it’s a slow drag
then passed along
exhaling worries
out with the smoke

for me
it is this pen
and these pages
these words
and this emotion

you may keep
your spirits and
your stairmaster
you may have
your music
and your substances
but leave for me
Poetry

on the page
I am free
this pen takes me
anywhere I want to be

I can plunge down deep
digging into the depths of despair
or I can traverse the tricky
terrain of life’s troublesome trials
I can linger a while in lament
or I can relish a reverie of the ridiculous
I can soar high on the strong wing of hope
or I can anguish in the longings of love
I can roar and storm with rage
or I can whisper a gentle rainfall of tears

I have
no limits
no rules
no borders
no authorities
no judgments
save my own
but even those I put on mute
while pen glides
across paper
leaving ink footprints in the shape of
words
thoughts
images
moments

here
is where I
find
become
am myself
fully
deeply
exquisitely

Poetry is my
favorite mirror
in which to
gaze upon my soul’s countenance
an image I carry with me
when forced through
the madhouse maze of
distorted carnival mirrors

Poetry reminds me
who I am
and
who I want to be

in Poetry
I am not white
I am not female
I simply am
experience
movement
human

2003

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Posted on May 10, 2011 by

~ Angie Castro

FOR HOURS AND HOURS ON THE COLD PAYMENT YOU LAY
WHILE A FEW BLOCKS AWAY I WAS DRIFTING AWAY
THE SEE THE MOON LIGHT’S FADING
THE PHONE RINGS AND I HEAR THE SCREAMS
“TELL ME IT’S NOT TRUE AND HE IS THERE THEY TOLD ME HE’S ON
HUBBARD & 4TH AND THAT I CANNOT BEAR”
NOT SURE IF THIS IS ALL REAL OR HOW I SHOULD FEEL
I GET IN MY CAR
THE CONFUSION SINKS IN AND THE CHAOS TAKES OVER
SPEEDING DOWN 4TH “WATCH OUT OR I’LL RUN YOU OVER”

THE GLOWING YELLOW TAPE SLOWS ME DOWN,
I JUMP OUT MY CAR AND LOOK AROUND
REALIZING IT WAS YOU THERE LYING ON THE GROUND
I’LL NEVER GET TO FEEL YOUR WARM EMBRACE OR
LET YOU BRING A SMILE TO MY FACE OR
LIKE CAPTAIN AMERICA, TAKE ME TO SAFE PLACE
I WAS CHEATED YOU WERE ROBBED
EVERYDAY I SOBBED
I CAN’T MARRY YOU WHEN I’M 40
CASE CLOSED YOU WERE JUST A MINORITY

[poems & letters to a yet unknown love #95]

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Posted on April 5, 2011 by

~Jenuine

Would you still love me…

Would you love my scars–
my discolored, gnarled, footprints of pain?

Would you love my shadows–
the ones that darken my eyes every now and then?

Would you love the cluttered corners
and messy closets of my soul?

Would you love the insecurities
that tag along with my confidence?

Would you love my past
and all its ghosts?

Would you love my future
and all my dreams?

Would you love my present
and all my work-in-process?

Would you love my passion
and my stubbornness?

Would you love my curves
and extra weight?

Would you love the vulnerable
beneath my strength?

Would you love the raging storms
that thunder on my horizons?

Would you love how I long to nurture…
in ways other than from my womb?

Would you love the fears
that loom behind my brave face?

Would you love the mistakes
from which I strive to grow?

Would you love the flaws
I have yet to realize?

Would you love me
snoring,
sniffling,
or
sneezing?

Would you love me
despairing,
discouraged,
or
defeated?

Would you love my wrinkles
and forgetful mind?

Would you love my stiff joints
and failing sight?

Would you love me still?

Evening Breeze

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Posted on February 2, 2011 by

~Jessieca Cervantez

Weather feeling fresh, with energy i progress
I take advantage of my surroundings at it’s best.
I don’t want to rest and wait for the next, cause any day we can
handle this process.
I’ll give praise to whoever i may come across & i pray to touch just any heart.
I say pull through this phase for growth of spiritual ways.
Your soul’s journey along in this life’s maze.

my e-pi-phany!
with love we’re made of originally
I see everything here, IS meant to be.
don’t worry, relax or let’s throw a party

It’s days like this, I choose not to miss.
Let’s detach from those feelings that have us steaming pissed.
Reminisce the times of our blissfulness, life situations and those vacations.
Remember that? yeah, happiness is where we came from
let your thought train return to love station
thanks to above I have appreciation & give a hand for our kind’s creation.

Celebrate and be proud for you made it this far, represent don’t
resent the character you are
No need to seek cause you’ve reached your perfection, since day one
man, you’ve been blessed within
a student, a teacher, the role of everything.
essence of a natural thing, pure hearted being with good thoughts the
true light it brings
tune down the bad words & listen to the birds sing

my e-pi-phany!
with love we’re made of originally
I see everything here, IS meant to be.
don’t worry, relax or let’s throw a party

excel and know well the plans you dream of, speak of, react to release
& perceive love
You see love, is the only thing we should keep up,
to date with it to relinquish our hate, and if we step off our pace,
don’t trip you’re not late.
Don’t panic, believe that you can handle it, cause it’s you who’s in
control of your fate.
Remember you’re born to be more than just “GREAT.”

i hope my whole dose don’t impose, now this time i propose to let go to suppose
here i go,
in accordance with the unknown flows of the cosmos is what i chose
over those known others,
saw my one chance and then i took cover, i dove in to living and
caring for my brothers till the final moment when death shall
physically part us.
I found the vital purpose is NOT monotonous.

my e-pi-phany!
with love we’re made of originally
I see everything here, IS meant to be.
don’t worry, relax or let’s throw a party

live your life wise, recognize the told lies, open up thy eyes wide,
don’t abide to false reply’s
you guys, must realize the surprise! true joy is inside, be aware and
you’ll find, that it is all in the mind.
to the extent that we live in consciousness, every moment is an
everlasting stillness, exit from this & we’ll miss the bliss. So
embrace the grace of this transcendence.

my e-pi-phany!
with love we’re made of originally
I see everything here, IS meant to be.
don’t worry, relax or let’s throw a party

Pale White Moon

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Posted on January 11, 2011 by

~Jessieca Cervantez

I’m truly grateful for these God given eyes
with moon shining high, i see the stars align
Guys i realized i need to hold on to mine
when I rhyme, I feel fine, and i thank the divine.
Granted with love planted my ego shall die
Passionate bout what feelings i dare find
These emotions I will no longer try to hide.
So Trust me, I’ll love thee my Dear I do not lie.
Baby wipe thy eyes, & show those teeth that shine
You & I let’s recline and have a bottle of wine.
Rewind, ‘nd chit chat about how life passed us by.
no more sadness it’s happiness those eyes will cry
You ask how i know this, & keep questioning “why?”
Look I, can’t seem to pull correct words to reply
to be honest, i don’t know oh my
But Keep in mind that it’s all in the past
For the better of myself, i will not go back to that
characteristic It all just came so quick and slipped away, i see how
much i’ve decayed but
no more will i let the game play me, this whole time i see how dazed
was my being, I believe
in what’s wrong cause i’ve seen the light,
for the better of the universe, i choose to do what’s right
Only tears of joy in this new year,
so this time i’ll step up and face my fear
I won’t put it to a rest this chance to be my best
and be aware of anything that may come next
no, i will not pass up this test, with a growing opportunity you have
been blessed yes
watch the suffering fade away and quite this lame blame game for all
your feelings of pain
If you want to make that change, best rearrange.
This Lifetime is too short to stay in the same spot,
observe yourself and look at what you got
So Keep to what is truth and rid of what is not
authenticity and love, are from beyond mind and heart.
our works, life, and story, is a creation and that is an Art.

Don’t Blast into the Past

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Posted on November 30, 2010 by

~Jessieca Cervantez

Let go of it
relax
Be in this present mode
That “life situation” has gone old
Leave it alone.

That stage has come to a wrap
Communication is what we had lacked
I tried to have a strong firm grasp
But now it is my fault why this won’t last
After all just know our friendship has not collapsed.

I feel I have to teach you how to hold your own
Learn the power of the now and the mind will exceedingly grow
Love, peace, and you are the essentials to feel at home
To maintain full consciousness you must behold
Attain this and the truth you seek shall unfold.

See, I believe and I’m still going
through this maze of smokey mirrored glass
these arms are wide open for all the upcoming crap
Observe, feel it fully, and know you cannot go back
So move on and evolve because he who cannot endure the painful bad
will not live to see the wondrous good acts.

Dia de los Muertos teasures of the Heart

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Posted on November 7, 2010 by

~Matriz

People have come, and some have gone
Many leaving memories like
Old grandma hands, tortillas on the comal
My hands learning not to burn
Then scooping up hot
Creamy white jocoque in my youth.

Memories  of  a grandfather
Patient and present
The varicose veins
He said were from snake bites
Then winked my shock away.

I remember his swift walk
His hands ready to get dirty
Raising sunflowers as big as your head
Beautiful enough to find their way
Into a Better Homes and Gardens magazine.

My abuelito, how I treasure the nurturing
The loving of a protective soul.
You saw me, we lived together
With tios and tias in a little Mexico town

Alone now, everyone leaving.
Long ago this was the place
I swung back and forth on a gate
Me not yet three, yet full of knowing
My aunt warning me I could get in trouble
But my little voice responding sure
Mucho me quieren!
(“Not likely – I’m so loved ”).

Those were the days and at times
I didn’t know what to make
Of some strange happenings
Like lying on a hard kitchen table
Enema water coursing through me
I scream-crying, my body out of control
My abuelitos set on curing my empacho
That tricky stomach glitch needing this.

And then after many years
Now not in Mexico, now here
With my other family, my real mom,
My dad, and my brothers and sisters.
How my abuelitos tried to transfer me back
to this other family, pleading be careful, slow.

But no, from one day to the next
it was warm here, then cold there
comfort and softness, then harsh reality.
So confusing, those years adjusting
To the loss of my elder guardians,
My angels in disguise.

Til finally one day my abuelita passed away
I was five, skipping past death’s tears.
And later, much later, me in my teens
Heard the news that my abuelito had died
His heart gave out, tired of pumping love.
I remember him still.
One of my many treasures.

[untitled: about church]

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Posted on September 23, 2010 by

~Jenuine

I wonder what it would be like
if we unpimped the church
if we degilted the goblets
and traded velvet for burlap

what would it be like
if we down-sized the sound system
and returned all those flat-screens

what if sermons were open mic style
where we could learn from each other
instead of putting just one
up on a pedestal

I wonder what it’d be like
if a church service
looked more like community service

what if, when we pass the plate,
we were offering a hot meal
to a hungry heart
instead of collecting cash

what would it look like
if, instead of talking *about* Jesus
we just *were*
grace, compassion, and love

what if instead of sowing
guilt and shame
we tended seedlings of
hope, healing, and reconciliation

I wonder what it would be like
if we all didn’t carry rulers
just so we could see if anyone else measures up

what would it be like
if we didn’t have to stifle our sexuality
and pretend to be asexual
until I Dos are uttered

and what if *anyone* could
celebrate saying I Do…
not just 1 woman and 1 man

I wonder what it would be like
if God were not so patriarchal
and if we didn’t call God “him”

what would it be like
if scripture wasn’t used as gauze
to simply cover unsightly wounds that
still lay gaping and aching underneath

what if we followed our hearts
more than we followed
legalistic interpretations

what if we made a space
for mistakes, for growth, for recovery
instead of scooting over
to make the row look full

I wonder what it would be like
if we came just as we are
without any pretense

and what if, just once,
we forgot to Clorox Jesus?

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