"If I was in Love" - Spoken Word

I showed this poem to my 84 year old Nana and she said "This does not exist but, it is beautiful, like something from another planet, when did you write this?" I wrote it when I got home from bartending at 4am one night, just felt inspired and wanted to write, I wrote it in 7 min non stop, sat back, read it, teared and went to sleep. Thinking, I have felt bits and pieces of this with friends, family and a lover or two. Not all of it, not in one human. But it is fair to say I have that within myself and maybe one day I will run into the same fire. Till then!! I am on the path of life like all of us. (Inspired By Paul Harvey) Stay Inspired!

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Nothing in the universe is solid; lets flow like an ocean without dissecting its wave pattern; well never catch up with the twists and turns, Mother Nature sets the rules.

I can dive; make love; feel your warmth surround me but, I am still dying; still escaping the hold society has on us all

Longing to lash out with my own superior shenanigans, what will make freedom reign or ring inside of me?

The lupine animal I am longs for the penetration of truth, we all relate, weave in and out of states, what a beautiful thing. I too am ebullient when my mother is near me, entertain me with something more, define this sheltered home my eyes swim inside, convince me that there is a god and a place worth the wend

There are operations going on above us, underneath us, inside of us and somehow we are each left to summon our own conclusion if any be discovered in a lifetime, to fit in with the puzzle we utter life.-J. Cruz

Unveiled (Spoken Word Collection Available on iTUNES now) Vol. 1 Life Written/Performed/Produced By: Jenevieve Cruz

Grundge Love

I am a philomath of love
your callow
so you can not see
I'm weakened by
every one of your lineaments
these daydreams leave
me dormant in you
from time to time
and when I chose to open up
that's when you shut me down
a steady feeling
separate me from this
because your childish ways
can never meet me halfway
as we pass the days alone
our nights erase memories
without one another
and I'm ready to smoother
you with each memory
for I am the only one to remember
while you could never commemorate
such beauty
through the thick and the thin
all our magical moments
your being
as I count the days
until I arrive at your home
to embrace your existence
arm in my clear view
your all I require
like every other spoiled, hungry, stupid fool out there
there is a thing
that makes me different
that in which you chose not to see.-J. Cruz

Published in Urban Ink Magazine | April 2012