LPTrendsPoetess Jena Dilema. Be you conservative or progressive, young or old, blue or chartreuse, Jena Dilema is a conundrum, wrapped up in an enigma, packaged in a skin of truth and candor, just waiting to be sampled. Jena is a fresh, urban poet voice we found (or who found us), and she compelled us to share her edge of the human lens with you. Her words follow; they are hers from the first letter of her biography, to the poem collection. We did not edit a word, because she is, like the DNA of every human being, poetry in perfectly executed, unique motion.
i am 35 , i’m brazen and queer. i feel that i look good in the rude perfume of decaying boundries. i have seen the hardships of life and learned to laugh through many a tragic moment. i play hard, love hard, laugh hard,& then laugh hard some more. humor is my secret weapon.
i am hard working & fun loving. i am an artist. a metal worker & a poet. i am rough around the edges & sad at times. i am deep & somewhat controversial. sensual & wise yet silly just the same. i’ve known to be slightly over the top & LOUD AS HELL!!! i am honest & usually say whatever i feel. i cuss a lot…some people don’t seem to like that, but i respect it in others.
“and I reply”
to the poetic
everything is blessed night.
and seething heat……of desire.
bittersweet cold touching deep the joyous pain of growth
and grieving my demons in coils of light.
*secrets of night
THE WONDERS OF LOVE…
THE FATAL KISS….
DANGEROUS BEAUTY AND LUSTFUL BLISS….
DEEP TENDER PASSION…
THE GENTLEST TOUCH….
CARING TOO LITTLE… OR CARING TOO MUCH?
LOST IN TEMPTATION…OUR DIVINE RITE.
UNLEASHING THE RAVIN…
THAT FLIES THROUGH THE NIGHT.
THE SOFTNESS OF FLESH…
THE TASTE OF THE WINE.BODY TO BODY…
WITH SOULS INTERTWINED.
THE CHILL OF THE MOON…
AND THE BLAZING SUN.
HELPLESS IM BOUND…
AND YOU KNOW YOU’VE WON.
*sailing in glass bottom boats*
I once had a love so big & so true,
I once had a love,
I had eyes just for you,
I once had a heart,…
bitter, its true.
I’d hoped it would heal…
but the bottom fell through.
LIFE IS ALL MEMORY…
BEYOND ALL THE PAIN…
COMING & GOING & FALLING LIKE RAIN…
SURROUNDING MY RIBCAGE….
BEYOND WHERE I CAVE…
LIFE IS ALL VISION….
BEYOND WHAT I CRAVE….
Fuck fear & loathing!!!!
I’ve washed out my soul with a wire brush….
And I still have a crush….on desire.
On phantom lips fueled by a languid fire.
I like the slow burn….
and the tinge of pain….
Tried to wash it with bleach…but the stain still remains.
I got dirt on my knees…I fall down too much….
I used to view hatred and love as a crutch…
I brush myself off & keep moving on…
Laughing at life when laughter seems wrong
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