Fleur Sauvage

C'est une fleur sauvage.

Il sait qu'il n'a pas à être

Quelqu'un qu'il ne veut pas être.

Il n'a pas à rétrécir

Pour vous mettre à l'aise.

Le monde a essayé de le changer chaque jour.

La société lui a remis un livre de règles

Et a essayé de le peser avec des attentes irréalistes.

Mais c'est une vraie fleur sauvage,

Et il a la force de se tenir debout et de grandir.

Il a le pouvoir de prospérer

En plein milieu d'un univers de

Orchidées, lys et roses.

Il contient en lui la connaissance innée

Que vraiment, tout le tissu du ciel et de la terre

Cela dépend du fait qu'il soit son vrai moi divin.

Il est une fleur sauvage.

He is a wildflower.

He knows he doesn’t have to be

Anybody he doesn’t want to be.

He doesn’t have to shrink

To make you feel comfortable.

The world has tried to change him every single day.

Society handed him a rule book

And tried to weigh him down with unrealistic expectations.

But he is a true wildflower,

And he has the strength to stand and grow.

He has the power to thrive 

Right in the middle of a universe of 

Orchids, and lilies and roses.

He contains within himself the innate knowledge 

That truly, all the fabric of heaven and earth 

Depends on him being his divine true self.

He is a Wildflower.

-jenn

 I had some words I wanted to say,

But the Void Moon was in phase,

And so I thought it better 

Not to waste them.

A picture of me I wanted to send,

Useless feelings across my face

In the guise of a smile,

But I thought it best

To wait a while,

Until the moon agreed 

That seeds would sprout.

Everyone knows that the period between 

The moon being closely structured within

A constellation of the sky

Is a time where everything is without a course,

And will be the source of vanity

For anything that’s begun.

The Wild Goose Chase,

The Hunting of Snipe,

The blackberries that never ripen,

All had their inception 

During the time of the Void Moon.

My Parents, in fact, believed deeply in this,

And would only do something idle, like kiss

One another, during the void moon.

And on one such day, they decided 

It would be ok, also to fuck around.

And nine months later I was born.

So I play my part.

The wild goose chase,

The hunting of snipe,

The berry that never gets quite ripe,

The idea that never fully actuates,

It is my fate, and so,

It is my heart

To start the most important parts 

Of every last thing

Included in this life

With sufficient respect!

To the wake in morning,

To the sleep in the night,

To the song I sing sweetly

To the kite without string,

The uninvolved moon

On its course without course,

Its way without way,

To this useless ride through paradise 

I take today,

I salute you.

 The Importance of Success

L'homme adulte devient idiot,

Comme un écolier,

Quand il voit mes seins.

Il doit passer outre.

Ses hormones entrent en jeu.

Sa vraie nature prend le dessus.

Et sûrement, il est maître et gourou,

Le vieil homme de la montagne,

Et roi de son domaine.

Maintenant, nous allons quelque part,

Et il m'emmène avec lui,

Dans une précipitation comme une vague sur le sable

Pour me déposer

Et déposez-moi carrément

Au milieu de son pays imaginaire finement construit.

Et maintenant il dort,

Un rêve paisible d'un certain succès

Et un sourire sur son visage,

Comme quand il avait dix-sept ans.

The grown man becomes silly,

Like a schoolboy,

When he sees my tits.

He has to get past it.

His hormones kick in.

His true Nature takes over.

And surely, he’s master and guru,

The old man of the mountain,

And king of his domain.

Now we are going somewhere, 

And he’s taking me with him,

In a rush like a wave to the sand,

He drops me off

And deposits me squarely

In the middle of his finely constructed fantasy land.

And now he’s asleep, 

A peaceful dream of some success

And a smile on his face,

Just as it was when he was seventeen.

-jenn

 Singing... in the Shower 

I’m playing at Mojo’s right now

(In the shower, in my mind)

And I’m singing and shouting and asking the world 

How it’s liking its life

And is it aware

Of how beautiful life is?

And I’m thinking of my heroes 

François Hardy and Buffy Sainte-Marie

And how much they mean to me today

And I care so much that I don’t care

(And I’m not wearing any underwear!)

To remind me that I have no support 

And I never have

And yet I always will

So come sing with me

Tap your toe

And think of how tomorrow will go

So differently

Because we smiled so knowingly 

Together 

Today

-jenn 

 Mergings

I wake up in the morning 

And I don’t want to get out of bed

There’s nothing here for me

I can’t see

Anything 

There’s clouds of dust

From people leaving 

Everyone’s gone

How can this be

I’ve lived so long

And nothing to show for it

And now the sun is up

And shines on the autumn leaves

And on my garden, haggard from the summer

And all burned up from lack of rain

And I feel the pain of winter coming on

But suddenly like a birth pang

I feel my bosom swell

I see that I have milk filling my breasts 

To feed the newborn child

I will go and pull my garden up

And till the land again

And if everyone else is gone

Then quietly

I will plant the seeds for a winter crop

Of onion, carrot, broccoli 

And I will give birth

To what this life has sowed in me

So beautifully 

Through its constant mergings of love

And I will sleep 

And I will wake

And I will see

How easy it is for me to get out of bed

Tomorrow 

-jenn

 Useless Ideas

I sometimes want to run away

And right into you.

Are you there?

I thought you hung up.

Like today,

When skies grow fair and grey,

And big blue clouds well up against 

The shadows that I call my eyes.

If I were still in France, I’m sure

It wouldn’t be this way.

If I could see the Eiffel now,

I could think of all the power man has

To make things right,

To create a destiny,

With all my might,

As a woman.

But today I feel so weak.

I don’t need a tower,

Just a shoulder to lean on.

You’ve grown so quiet.

Are you still there?

-jenn

 If you can get it started 

A world will turn 

The atmosphere will blur

A galaxy will spin

You will have created

A universe

Of love and possibility 

Add some color

Stir it in

Allow it to take a life all its own

Then you see how love was made

And all creation

-jenn

 Night falls and everything from day is gone.

Nothing can be seen but memories.

Slowly even our remembrances fade away.

The darkness draws long.

Something else is fading away.

What will come and take its place?

What will you make of it,

The brand new dawn?

I’m going to close my eyes and sleep,

And open them while I’m dreaming,

To see the infinite possibilities of the boundless universe.

Now who will come and sleep

And dream with me?

-jenn

 These are the kind of days

I get myself in trouble.

Feels little too good,

A little tooooooo full of myself.

I spill out on the crowd,

Dare someone to say it out loud,

Say it to my face,

And someone usually will.

So I’m gonna practice now,

Looking into your eyes,

“I love you, too, Baby.”

Now what are we gonna do about it?

-jenn

 Something that I meant to say,

Something that I meant to do,

Something fell through,

Fell through the cracks of love and time.

I’m here today and now I’ve stopped.

A red light has me penned behind the wheel,

At the helm but I can’t go,

And now I know.

If you need to feel the something that was left behind,

Feel me.

Look deep into my mind,

My heart for you.

I’m sorry that I couldn’t do

Whatever it was

I needed to.

Something that I meant to say,

Something that I meant to do,

Something fell through,

Fell through the cracks of love and time.

-jenn

 You say “no” a lot.

I wonder what would happen if you said ‘yes.’

You’re letting your fears talk,

Believing their lies.

The truth is always ‘yes.’

You pout and gripe

From your boudoir

About how everyone has it better,

When what you want to do instead 

Is put yourself out there 

And risk being wrong

About being so right all the time.

What is the worst that could happen 

If you go for it?

Especially when you know deep down

That the entire universe is behind your endeavor.

-jenn