poetry session - 11/18

waiting for morning


Grateful
For every aspect of your being
In my midst
After every evening
Of seductive transcendent bliss
Waiting for you in the mornings
Is like a blessing, a gift...
I wish to exist in this space
To slow it down
Lay in it...
Replay each moment
To outplay and outwit
Time’s fleeting nature when
Life takes over
And escapes our sensual grasp of it
In the mornings...



-j.jimenez

poetry session - 11/14

chills up my spine


Strong hands
Hold firm and gentle
Around my waist
I centre myself and anticipate
His next move...
Confidently seducing
I take deep breaths as
He slowly guides me
To where he needs me next...
He hypnotizes me
With such a rhythmic tune
We become in tune with our senses
And respond according to
How our bodies connect...
So perfect and aligned with mine
He sends chills up my spine with
How our auras are so intertwined
And united in this fashion...
So fascinated with
How he yearns to say my name
And how it drips from his lips
He tongues each letter
On every meridian of my body
Exploring the maps and
Separating continents with his doing
Filling valleys and creating waterfalls
With just the simple art of knowing
What to do next,
How to read my every yearning...
He learns and memorizes every curvature,
Every dip, every inch, every posture
And i couldn’t possibly resist
This reciprocity to co-exist
In this sensuous filled space with him
In hopes to uplift our vibrations
To give birth to nations, revolutions, manifestations
Of new ways of being...
All with his confident execution...
And the subtle power
Of his hands...


-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 - 11/3

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

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...

micropoetry - ninewords

Loving you
Always required me
To love myself first

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You simply
Complement me
Beautifully

micropoetry session

He is the sum

Of all his parts' legacies 

While still maintaining his own 

Ongoing 

Definition of the equation 

poetry session

They say to keep it simple.
Write what you know.
Or even, just write SOMETHING, sit in front of your notebook or keyboard and don't move until you do.

Well, this is a result of having an afternoon to myself, reflecting on the above advice.
Enjoy.

Patiently Waiting (3 Words)

They say that good things come to all the patient ones…

Well I have been waiting

406 days, 2 hours and 53 minutes

To finally hear 3 words

I. Love. You.

A sentence so short but holds depth so infinite

A phrase so swift but when said cannot be missed

An expression so fleeting but when heard grips you to the very fibre of your being.

I... Love… Being

With you.

And not just as a personification of togetherness.

I mean… BE-ing…

Ourselves

In each other’s midst

And although distance, both near and far, defines the space between us

In inches or millimeters, feet or kilometers…it’s all the same…

It never could divide our personalities so intertwined.

Tightly woven without us even knowing

Or realizing it was even happening.

You sense the slightest inkling of uneasiness and negativity

And intercept its manifestation with just the simplest of greetings

“Hello”

Magandang umaga, hapon at gabi…

Mahal kita

No matter the language our words, minds or bodies emit

The freedom of being myself with you is a gift

Self-love radiating from within, I naturally gravitate to you…

As Mother Nature’s omnipotent rule

We thus only attract what is a reflection of you…

And I know that I still have a lot to learn

I still have cosmos to grow into

Former outer spaces to outgrow and let go

I know... that it is not easy to love

But also... that I am nothing in its absence.

They say that good things come to all the patient ones…

Therefore I’ll still be here waiting

Ready to say those same words back to you…

I. Love. You. Too…

-jb.jimenez

micropoetry session

His vision extends beyond 
The reach of stars
Renaming anything in his path

micropoetry session

Whisper the yearnings

You bespeak

Onto my ears

In that voice that pains

And sustains

All at the same time

In all its familiarity

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Lingering traces will amplify when severed.

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Define the spaces of an undefined relation.

micropoetry - sixwordsplusone

Patience leads to satisfaction of anticipated daydreams.

poetry session - reflection

A Letter to my Son, on his 13th Birthday



You were born on a Wednesday evening
Under the fine balance of
Stressful circumstance and perfect timing
Your heartbeat was low
Yet your will and vitality was felt
Deep down to the marrow of my bones
To the depths of my soul
Under such pressure
Your diamond-like exuberance
Became my cornerstone
From a colic-like infancy
To never-a-dull-moment 
Toddler / Primary / Pre-Teen
Chronology
You always made life interesting (still do and always will)
And made me re-think the way I see everything
You constantly save me
And as you approach
Your very own milestone
Know
That stressful circumstance 
Will always remain
Yet is always changing
And that timing is fleeting
Yet carries unspeakable meaning
I carry every confidence
Embedded in my being
That you will find your own way
Through adolescent smoky happenings
And translate each instance into
Everyday majestic blessings
And with life's every test
And seemingly never-ending stresses
Know
I will always be
That cornerstone for you
The way that you have been for me

Know that everyday
With you
Still very much and always will be
The day God blessed me with you
On that Wednesday evening.


-j.sanjuan

poetry session

Tread with Passion

Let my eyes say all the words that my mouth cannot
And let the stride of my walk
Be a verse to Mother Nature's tune
Along Autumn laid streets
With leaves crunching at my feet
Bringing the nostalgia of your being
Back to my sensory peripheries
Like a beloved scene of a childhood memory gone past me.
I tread slowly
Yet passionately
Inhaling the cologne laced crispness that I breathe in the air 
Letting it infuse into every inch, every cell
Every molecule that is apart of me
And even though Mother Earth has communicated that the world around me
Has entered into a dormant stage,
All the more reason my passionate approach is needed to engage,
To marry the present multistaged reality into an endless 
Springtime/summer-like feeling.
I refuse to reciprocate the mundane qualities in everyday things.
But rather choose to intensate and translate
These everyday things into its everyday majesty.
Like how my icy cold hands have suddenly become warmth in his grasp...
How a heavy gray cloud laden with rain does not dare to shed a tear
Until I'm safe in his surroundings...
How each taste mandates a reaction,
A sensation that becomes food to my soul...
You know...
The kind that foodies and connoisseurs partake in
When taking in a bite, a sip,
Rolling morsels in their mouths,
Upon their tongues they let it sit,
And sup and distinguish each and every single ingredient...
Eyebrows furrow in pleasure,
Lips purse in elation...
And exclaim in exhaltation a simplistic yet majestic 
Mmmmmmm...
That means everything in the world to the one that made it...
Repeated over and over and over again until the meal is finished
In this 259,200 seconds of a weekend...
Let this be my approach...
Let me be the first to tell you
That I tread with passion
And with each moment that passes
I promise
I will not take it for granted.

j.sanjuan

poetry session

Be.

Revel in my space

Settle into my pace as

I become somewhat elated

While embracing the journey of

Retracing how my footsteps

Have taken me to this place

Of appreciation

Of displacing the interspacings

Of our beings with

BE-ing face to face

Putting aside doubt for faith

Praising aloud God for your grace

Set ablaze inspiration

Create conversations to instigate

Unforgettable touch sensations

Authenticate relations

To medicate our senses

Releasing them from placated imaginations…

Amalgamate psychologies

Associate physiologies

Vacate former spaces of mentality

Formed by uncertainty and scorned sensibilities

From preceding lovers and outworn intimate affinities

Enter into my vicinity

And KNOW what home feels like

What warmth, sanctuary and love can BE like

Identify the space in which we both occupy

Is a reflection of each other: continual and sublime

Rather than individual and finite

Once revealed to you in hindsight

Unite minds with me

Light up skies with me for all to see

How we redefine the world in which we

Inspire to seek

Together

Who we

Choose to

BE.

-j.sanjuan

poetry session

When He Speaks

I.

Am.

Humbled.

When he speaks

I am moved

When he seeks the appropriate speech

To bequeath his vocabulary

Onto my soul

And spiritual physique

He…

Does.

Not.

Mumble.

Every word

Every syllable

Every verb

Every soliloqual

Lingual adjective

Native tongue

Melliloquent

And

Superlative rhetoric

He

Is the sum

Of all my poetics

It’s almost as if

He

Spoke

In

Tongues

And I am there to receive

The Holy Spirit

When

He

Speaks

I am forced

To challenge

All my beliefs

I no longer

Beseech

The need

For clarity

He excretes

Lyrical techniques

To the degree

That I am

Brought to

My knees

Begging

For this conversational piece

To never cease

He…

Articulates peace

More like truth

A decree of his existence

The triumph of his being

The struggle in his youth

He

Speaks…

To represent…

Not

To reprove

He

Speaks

Profusely

Never uncouth

Or Abstrusely

And I

Welcome it conducely

He…

Infuses and introduces

Altruism while loosely

Seducing my mind

He

Is

Proof

That chivalry is adduce

And elocution is alive

Revolution is certain

And that momentarily

He was mine

And

I only

Strive

To be as fervent and refined

I requisition

To be immersed and baptized

In his energy

And hindsight

When

He

Speaks…

I

Realize

That something in me

Has changed

And I will never

Be the same

Suffice to say

I

Pray

Next time...

That I

Gather all I am

My air

My breath

The motion of

My diaphragm

The alignment of my spine

Allow my voice

To resonate

Let my aura assimilate

Into his inspirational

State of mind

So that

When

He

Speaks…

I am granted

The courage

Just to say

Hi

-j.sanjuan

micropoetry session

When the time comes
I'll be sure to admit it
That time is now
If you permit it
I admit it - 
I was wrong.

micropoetry session

I always succumb
When he speaks to me
In hypnotic
Melodic
Poetic tongues