poetry session - 11/12

ending with a beginning


I know you’ve felt this pain before
The emptiness, the absence of love,
Something to strive towards...
The gut-wrenching feelings
Your heart torn to pieces,
It seems like you can’t picture yourself
On the other side of this abyss
But wait... and listen...
Let your heart be open
Let those tears cleanse your Spirit
Let those cries dispel the dense energy that’s been striving to move
Be moved inside this stillness...
Be open to a new way of being
Be attuned to this ending with a new beginning...
The growth desires you as much as you desire IT...
And with IT comes healing...
With IT comes boundless abundance
Of self-love and worthiness...
So that IF ever there comes another time
Where another beginning comes to an end...
You can then freely navigate
To rise again...
See yourself through to the end...
Of glorious triumph and meaning...
Of the many lessons that come with
The endless beginnings...


-j.jimenez

poetry session - 11/11

another reason


His lips
His voice
The manner in which
He says my name
The way he instigates
Stimulates
Certain ways of being
He stirs up emotions that have me seeing
The world a bit differently
My purpose with more clarity...
And just when I think there couldn’t be
Another reason
For me to be more intrigued
He speaks to me with verses so eloquently
So carefully composed
And so rare, fully exposed to his
Attention to detail
It’s like he knew my soul’s language,
The heartbreak and healing I’ve prevailed and
The journeys it took to get me here...
To hear him utter one word
Stirred up more than i could describe
The depth of knowing
The frequency of my vibe
He effortlessly inscribed
An imprint on my Spirit
And has me looking forward
To all the other reasons
That he chooses to share and exhibit...


-j.jimenez

poetry session - 11/10

the phone call


Numb to the words
When I learned of your passing
I tried to muster up emotions
But couldn’t feel them crashing down on me
You were a fleeting role
Of a permanent soul
A rolling stone
The first one to teach me
How to stonewall whenever I was hurt
The years had passed
But the pain never lessened
The numbness turned to anger
And anger into depression
But I rose up... and I learned my lessons
I healed my wounds
And I forgave your transgressions
I never accepted this as an excuse but
Because the truth of the matter is
You were only doing
What you thought you knew was truth
You were moving from a place
Where a lack of love,
Caused you to fear love... and in response...
Caused you to run away from us...
And it’s because of this...
I stand in love for you
I remain in remembrance
Of the strength and courage of you...
Know that your daughter
Still thinks of you
In subtle ways
But know that that one phone call
Changed me for the better
In all ways... always...


-j.jimenez

poetry session - 11/9

he said nothing


He said nothing
Verbally...
But masterfully showed me
Everything he needed to say
Through this intense touch and visual foreplay...
Alternatively,
Affirmatively communicating...
Using his mouth in... unparalleled ways...
His intention was felt
Wherever his hand laid rest on my body
And his purpose upheld
Whenever he chose my womb to embody
Our communion of souls that possess
No geographical boundaries...
I confess... I yearned for his speech
But I yielded, and gave way
To how his rhythm piqued...
Reactionary peaks in
Climactic reactions of release...
And I learned how two bodies
Can freak... without the linear limitations of speech... 
But with intensely intuitive nature and passionate primal tendency...
I became his canvas, his sensuous muse...
I came onto his phallus and as a united two
Transmuted past wounds and created ecstasy and enlightenment to move through
This slow and steady moment of truth...
He introduced new ways of being
To enhance our sense of connection
He said nothing...
But his confidence and temperament
Steered me in the right direction...
He said nothing...
Yet left me speechless
From this unspoken type of perfection...


-j.jimenez

poetry session - 11/8

where i live


I live in between
The nuanced layers
Where we journey for release
And where we surrender for peace
Where we beam in unity
Where we crave each other’s physique...
Not just physically...
As I am more than just this vessel
Mentally, spiritually, metaphysically 
Is the threshold where I uphold my Venus being...
You’ll see me
As a vision to contemplate over
An idea to orchestrate aurals over or
An urge to penetrate more into a...
Spiritual connection
Words unspoken...
An intuitive nature to
Be more open to receive
The gifts of this world that exist
Beyond our reality
I seemingly emit an aura
And am created in the image
Of an immortal Being...
You’ll find me
In the powerful words you choose to speak
And the gentleness of a woman’s caress...
In the movements of my ancestors beats
And the grace of their success through me...
Trace bloodlines and timelines
And you’ll find their healing in my bones
And I stand worthy within their collective
Breaking generational patterns, deeply woven and sown...
I am a totem of love...
A beacon of wisdom
I live in the moments
Where here and now is the rhythm
Where time and distance is just an illusion
I live to breathe, and slow down...
To reset the algorithm...

So find me...
And dare to sit in this vibration
Commune and share with me...
This divine co-habitation...


-j.jimenez

poetry session - 11/7

beautifully broken


These scars on my heart
Are no longer the battle wounds that I’ve used
To guard myself from others...
No longer the muse to prolong my suffering and longing
Of the idea of someone outside of myself
Possessing the power to heal me...
No longer do I identify with being
Beautifully broken, 
But rather...
I was weaved back together with gold
I am whole
I am worthy...
I am a word... spoken passionately
I am a living truth
I am proof... 
That scars not only do heal
But they also make my love bulletproof
Self love as, not only a weapon
But the remedy
To say that not only was I once
Broken beautifully...
But that I was
Wholeheartedly
Aligned Divinely...


-j.jimenez

poetry session - 11/6

like a ghost



A whisper
A sign
A movement
A murmur
Your Spirit moves with me
Since your passing
Not so much like a ghost
But as an Angel catching
A moment of bliss
To communicate that
Love never ends
The only variable is
How it transmits
The scent and grace of you
Emits frequencies to uplift me
You keep me in the midst of longing
To affirm that we truly do co-exist
Inspire me to love and live my best 
In the moment
...until we meet again...


-j.jimenez

poetry session - 11/5

a cracked door


Climbing out of the abyss
I sit in the darkness
Realizing it is here where
My rising begins
A fiery shift in consciousness
So when past patterns start to creep in
From cracked doors where ghosts keep fighting to stay in
I sit in silence...
I buy this illusion of time
To transmute the recurring instance
Into love and more devotion to my healing...
I then seize ego’s feelings
Of trying to drag me back down into the abyss...
And instead of seeing myself as a victim
I see this scene as a gift...
To release and free you... 
To love you from a distance...
I create room for true love and abundance...
And close cracked doors from the past
To open brighter pathways to my future...


-j.jimenez

poetry session - 11/4

the right person


Synchronized and aligned
In each other’s spaces... 
Our breath connects our souls and 
Spirit restores our faith, in love...
Unattached and boundless...
I’ve found that... 
When I act and move
From a place of divinity
You seamlessly attract and match
My movements with symmetry
I submit to you perfectly...
You mirror my ecstasy
And perform passionately this dance of
Knowing what to say and
Knowing what to do
Without saying a word

The right person can do that for you...
A true reflection of self-love and your self-worth... 
Never taking anything away but...
Adding to what you deserve...
Tread passionately in your search...
For the right person...


-j.jimenez

poetry session - 11/3

over too soon


It took one word 
To set the tone
And conversation was set ablaze
Which sparked a wordplay whirlwind
Of slaying through bullshit small-talk...
And instead intuitively knowing where my Spirit plays... 
Where my heart prays... 
Where my body lays...
In between layers of real talk... 
Translated into poetic verses to where 
Womb creates waterfalls... Stay, 
With me in this instant...
Allow the ebb and flow of this exchange
To organically carry us past the verbal foreplay... stay up... 
To the challenge of this meeting of the minds... 
Remind me...
How soul connections are supposed to feel like... 
'Cause once the moment leaves us
Time won't only seem like an illusion... 
Won’t have us saying that it was
Over too soon, 
But instead... 
That it was only there to free us...


-j.jimenez

poetry session - 11/2

the idea of you


I am in love with the newness
This intuitive urge to coexist
In the same space as your 
Godself embrace...
Where the idea of you creates mountains and abysses, 
Oceans and universes 
To become one with our Beings, our Spirit...
Your gaze makes time stand still
And the exhilarating thrill I get
Lingers when your eyes speak a language that only my soul can decipher.
You skim surfaces on my skin
To incite rapture in my bones,
Fire in my heart and 
Waterfalls in my womb...
The idea of you... 
Emits thoughts where I wish
The taste of you never leaves my lips... 
The strength of you never leaves my grip... 
And the power of you never leaves my hips...
I sit... and remain patient...
These ideas of you...
Are inspiration for me to be aligned with you... 
A reciprocation from me results with me acting as a mirror for you... 
Soon, these no longer will be ideas, 
But actions and proof... Divinity and Truth... 

I remain in love with the newness... 
And until then, I move with abundance... 
Self-love and preparedness... 
For the arrival of you...


-j.jimenez

poetry session - 11/1

when you promised


I stand at the foot of your bed of roses
Where expired promises lay to rest...
With nothing but gratitude,
A full heart and not an ounce of regret.
The moment that you left,
You directed me
To the deepest darkest places
Inside of me in order to resurrect
The majesty of my being...
The fact that I came out stronger
And became the alchemist
Every thing you gave me
I turned it into magick
So, when you promised you would
Do and be
Say and become
The things that you wanted to be for me
For us
And it never flourished
Never manifested...
Just know that I took those remnants
And created gold
I created kingdoms
I created a universe
Where I am no longer afraid
To take up my space
I claim it... 
And I become it...
And stand in it...
Amongst the bed of roses
Of expired promises


-j.jimenez

poetry prompt - #30Layers30Days

As I move more towards an abundance of self-love, my inspiration has been quietly simmering.  I've been still writing and composing, but keeping a lot of pieces to myself.  I guess I've been a lot more selective.  However, this month, I saw this challenge to write one poem a day for the month of November.  It became the perfect opportunity for me to really put this newness into verses...

The challenge is called #30Layers30Days... by @ggreneewrites on IG... 
Website:  "all the many layers" : https://gg-renee.squarespace.com/new-page

Please join the challenge...
Happy writing... happy inspiring...

poetry session

When She Speaks…

You realize

There was no other way to convey it

No other way for it to have played out

The way it did…

Divine Order… is what it is…

The excruciation and the

Sedation

Derived from broken hearts and

Cataclysmic devastation

Caused you to fall apart from what he did…

Gradually accepting the gravity of what is…

Not only did you fall apart at the seams

It seems you also broke open the unseen

Seeing your reflection that needed self love more than anything

A love with deeper connection like maternal ancestral beings

A love that never asks or demands attention

A love that is unattached yet deep-seated in wisdom

When She Speaks…

You have nothing to do… but listen…

Let Her Speak…

In fact… ALLOW her room…

Create her space in you…

Let her voice resonate

Her aura assimilate

Let love recreate new patterns for you

Let love in and rewrite stories for you…

Realize that all those poems he asked you to write are unfinished

Because… you needed to complete the countless anthologies about you, first…

Immerse and baptize in her energy and hindsight

Revitalize the memory on what it’s like to feel alive

What it’s like to strive towards realization from our fantasies

Manifestation from our majesty

Speak your being into existence

When She Speaks…

Tell the stories about the ever changing landscape

Of your mind state

The geography of your heart space

And the journeys that your breath takes

How you loved yourself out of those tight spaces and comfortable places

How you zoned in on higher elevation

And drew from feminine divination

Tell those stories of healing from excavation as commemoration

How your soul birthed tears from pain and laceration

Your bruised wombs from miscarriage to… carrying out our choice

Both carry insurmountable weight

And often times the pain becomes voice-less

Emanicpate… and Let Her Speak…

Give voice to all the parts of you that were afraid of judgment

In this world of being a woman in this patriarchal endorsement

Realize that you are a walking revolution

Make third eyes intensify and are the basis for evolution

The very stride of your step…And rise of your breast

Petrify and sadly enough are found reason enough for persecution

They try to silence your shine

Disqualify… under-qualify

Over sexualize and lay claim to our own bodies

Objectify regardless of how WE identify

Vilify our motives when we’re asked why WE are not smiling

Conditioned to nullify our power

Silenced when we are OVERpowered

Shamed as victims of rape

But when we let Her speak, we keep on surviving…

Rise from the places of darkness and low

Give voice to the parts of you that SCREAMED NO!

The parts of you that fought back SO LOUDly

NO one was ALLOWED to get lost in translation

Yet forced you into a box of victimized damnation

Let Love Speak… and redefine these societal narrations

It is NOT your fault… allow her to ignite sensations

Of healing into your being

Feel that when you are in receipt of weakness

These are moments or catalysts

These are opportunities to realize

It is your own majesty that you are seeing

Your own reflection is enough meaning

Ascended…

From past scars of healed broken hearts…

From cancer treated wombs and breasts

To caesarian section marked pelvises

To stretch marked tigress stripes

To vast spectrums of melanin types

From unexpected loss

Of lost daughters, Indigenous or not

Of aunts, of mothers, sisters and friends…

Risen…

Like the Phoenix with ashes in our midst

United with Spirit and strengthened from within

We are the Divine Feminine Collective…

When we heal ourselves

We heal generations

Realize…

When we seek the restorative speech

To bequeath our healing

Onto our soul and spiritual physique

We. Do. Not. Stutter.

We re-write new codes for our daughters

And bestow our maternal ancestors reprieve

Look to the future with our ability

To grow seeds

Instead of money trees

Because we manifest abundance within our very own being

Lead revolutions that house cadence to our everyday needs

Find absolution and penance within our very own vulnerability…

So…

Listen…

When She Speaks…

Allow healing to put together the fragments

Be still without becoming stagnant

Move forward and trust in advancement

Dissolve destructive patterns… no need for re-enactment

Live life with the Divine commandments

Be forgiving with whatever happens

Honor yourself with your beautiful unapologetic talents

Let go and release negative attachment

Step into your power and know

That it was and is ALREADY yours

Source confirms its origin

And found its course in you…

Be true and continue to undo

The triggers life conditioned you to pursue

Make anew

Create renewed purpose and be driven

With a new definition and feeling of being complete

And know

That

When She Speaks

You are always there… to listen…

-j.jimenez

March 2017

poetry session

Even the pages of my journal knew

How much I loved you

Better than anyone else

Better than you yourself

I poured all hope and faith into our story

All strength and belief into the expected outcomes

Until the expected became too much

Became "not enough"

I stay away from those pages...

But they beckon me to come back

Much like how my spirit calls out to yours

For a sign.. or any form of contact

-j.jimenez

May 2016

poetry session

You thought you could handle his intensity
And as much as it challenged you...
Changed you...
As much as it made you hate yourself for questioning all the visceral feelings you knew to be true...
As much as he still brought out the utmost best in you...
You rode that wave masterfully
In your own way
In your own right
Despite the growing pains of give and take
You still managed to give him more of you than he could ever ask for
You made it easy...
You gave him the universe manifested in your being...

And when the ties were broken
The universe halted
The world became silent
The only difference is
You eventually and painfully outgrew
The world you both made your way into...
The world that you both created...
The world that you both made your home
And you loved every single moment
Every single second
Wouldn't trade it in
Treading with passion

You tried to balance the equation of time x distance with your unwavering support and generosity
Giving more of yourself that was more than necessary
Yet it still wasn't enough...
It still wasn't enough to dissolve the vast geographical meridians in your way
Even though there were countless times that love was magical... Transformational...
Even though those moments were proof... They were temporary...
Even though despite the obvious obstacles...
You believed you would be able to transcend them...
It wasn't enough...

You learned a hard lesson, didn't you?
You learned that... Love ISN'T enough
Even though YOU were enough...
You ARE enough...

YOU are enough with all your quiet strength and vulnerability
YOU are enough with your kind and open heart
YOU are enough with your undying loyalty
YOU are enough with your unapologetic erotic tendencies
YOU are enough with all your fresh wounds and past dated scars
YOU are worthy...

Continue to break...
Continue to empty yourself...
Continue to forgive yourself...
Until you can love yourself again...

poetry session

I am

Trying to find the remaining

Traces of you when we saw each other last…

On my hands

On my skin

On my lips

In my womb

In my heart

In my veins

Traces that have since evaporated into silence and stillness

The kind that turns love from a verb…

Into a noun…

Into just another word

Another sound

The kind that turns emotion upside down

Growing stagnant at every roundabout

I try to counterbalance and transcend the silence…

And all I am left with is defiance

And a need for comprehension…

Where did

We fall?

Where did we

Go wrong?

Where were we travelling to…

To let this go on for so long?

I am trying

To find balance in this equation…

Because I have memorized and know all too well

What it feels like

To multiply distance

By more distance

I know that my third eye and heart weren’t failing me that last time…

Weren’t trying to shield me from the happiness, joy and unity we felt

Every time we divided the distance in half…

In thirds…

In quarters…

In meters…

In millimeters…

Until the distance was slashed down to zero…

Touching…

Making everything real again…

Multidimensional

Recreating linear shapes of your face from screenshots and FaceTime

Into real-time…

Multi-sensory…

Retracing and rehabilitating those pathways where brainwaves

Recollected your touch

Your scent…

And paved new lanes into my mouth to taste you…

You are the same…

Yet new every time…

Those old sensations made new extrapolate into my spirit…

And I re-educate

Resuscitate my inner being…

Remind me why we ever left…?

Remind me why we chose this

Torturous road of unconditional love and

Passionate unrest…?

Remind me…

Remind me…

Remind me…

-j.jimenez

April 2016