THE TWIN EVIL EYE AND A BAG OF RICE (2004)

I buried my mother today

How could I

Or why haven't I

Fireworks went up high into the sky

Red White and Blue ones

There goes a red one with a gold star

I have done it so many times over

I have carried my wounds and hers over plantains of rice

Till this very moment

The twin evil eye has not left me

For even a split second in time

I wake up in the morning and

It's lurking from underneath my pillow

When I laid my head next to the fire,

The one I was told to name

Over there in the Greater land of Japan,

I'd roll over closer

Hoping the evil eye would take a hint, hike

Would be crushed by the sound of the bullets

Riding the waves of air above my head

How wrong was I

How illicitly pretentious it all was

I sit quietly at the dinner table

Hearing my sister talking in her crib

Incorporating the baby lingo

To communicate with this senseless planet

I have no grasp of fear tonight

Not even the evil eye

I crawled through the basement in the dark,

Searching for the light through the door's crack

In attempts to decipher what occupied my plate

I sit and I hear a mad woman scream,

There is no sight of her, yet her voice carries

The roar of the lion of the Serengeti

There are objects of all kind flying above my head

While I consume my meal

Where is my partner in crime I wonder?

If the day after tonight does not arrive

I desire no mercy during my fight

I will stalk, run after, twist and explode the twin's eye

I will slam it over with my big bag of rice

Let the grains reach the floor in all the rooms,

Choke and burry alive the twin evil eye

I too, will be dismantled across the living room floor

My blood will spill and leave my veins,

I will certainly die and when I return

I will look across the light, awfully quiet room

And stare at the twin

There it floats above the sink

The evil eye holding a bag of rice.

Dedicated to the boy from Michigan who believed in Karma

.To SDW by LT on Friday Feb 13,2004

WITH, FOR & AGAINST (2005)

During these times we are no longer driven by love

Love does not answer it all as it once has done

Fading of insecurities is now a green man's job

I remember days of thunder and heaven's may days

All one could muster was the word love

Martyrs, knights, people of villages have risen

Centuries of living amongst the fear of that might

Cure which exists in our hearts to this very day

Do not surpass the halt of firearms, the icy edge of a sharp sword

I cling to the notion of a swordsman in due time raising his hand to the crowd

I plea I may I too forsake the play of force and cringe underneath my bareness

For it to die, dawn of early hours before the blood I bleed will crawl through stones of the mountains tails

Vampire like has the love we share become

Only chanced thereafter dusk is its formal King now

Do I claim to love unconditionally and prow at the same time?

Devil in me says that is the only way for you and me to survive

For the sons of our sons to become the warriors of heaven and earth

Gardened by the dawn of our future times

I too worry of love

I too shed my skin every night desiring my flesh to be reborn

Quilted to another, not a man, not a woman not another soul of its kind

By love the river of our dreams which floats our heads which the soaring lava has sliced

With love we sit and pray and grow our tortures to a back burner

So we dare to utter in shadows of ourselves

For love we no longer live or die yet its magic is burnt into the musculature

Attached to our bones to the life in the walk and to the pleasant smiles we radiate

After love the blood will turn blue and start smoking to its exhale

For decades of fires and the fallings of crowns

Where did we shove love if not in our hearts?

With love for love against love after love

May you know it well enough and shake your insides

With love.

For Victor on 9.6.05

Proposal (2005)

You ought to script your memoirs
Share your world, day in day out
During moons and sunlight passing you,
Show your laughs; mention your fears, dreams and moments of love
I bring my pen if you hold a paper
Pages I turn, countless more to go
I hear it in your voice you have much to tell
Magnitude of self no one has been fortunate to uncover
I sense your strength along with your heart's desires
Take a walk on the moon
And feel your body bounce freely, without a tie to the ground
Experience intoxication of self and its kind
Return to the motherland and tell the tale
As it should have been way back when
Shake the vocal cords and eardrums of a man
Place the listener on a thrill ride, who's to say
Well aware it's canyons deep
Even a canyon welcomes a boat to sail its swirling stream.

Copyright ©2005 Lucie Teichmann

Circling (2004)

There are plenty words

There are few silences, which will overpower any word combination

Indefinite amount of photographs are snatched from reality

Without a single thought behind them

Yet they provoke realizations and icons of time

Of course we wish to look into a future time

See what fate has in the store for us

Somehow looking back isn't as appealing to most

I tell you what is amazing and amusing

One you see and not talk to for years

You find yourself in their arms

Never thinking it was not to be

I found myself in yours and as odd as it feels

I will say I don't think about it twice during the day

You said a window of opportunity arrived

And you ran with it, as only you knew how

I'm glad you did, go on run

As moments in deed pass

And what we don't know now

We may or may not ever know

Your eyes are filled with gentle winks

One can swing back and forth as if

Sailing the mountain's early morning mist

May you tell a surprise or more in a hint

Of a day or twelve

Fire in the sky will show you the way

There are many songs with or without words

That will pierce a deaf man's soul

Reality has such powers

And you are to uncover more than a deer's trail

A pearl of the trees

A sunny smile

It's you who may come alive.

by Lucie T. 8.23.04

Untitled (2005)

Clearly I seek

Failing to meet

The bottom of my heart

Stubbornly I keep walking

Shoeless on the glass covered street

Politely my blood streaks

Must I possess thee?

For the love of steel

I will cry in my sleep

Not knowing I burn you endlessly

Fire in my arm and heart

Forsakenly

No, it is a chain covered in your skin

I made you sweat through it

Convincingly you shed your layers

Mistakenly you let me in

Phantom this if you will

The fox in my brain hardly ever sits still

Can't be undone

Not in this life time

The forests will serve you and I well

Perfectly underground

9.27.05

EXPIRED TEAR (2005)

How crystal clear my heart is

At least it creeps me

The vividness of my dream

The film rolls unstoppably

Without a wrinkle in its motion

What is perfection to a tee?

My, if I did not know

Where would my heart be?

Somewhere in the depths of dark canyons

Crying an expired tear

For inclinations of the mind

I vote for the soul freely

Roam and speak

May I be able to predict

This run or perhaps not

Crave to have a slender possibility

Alternate ending if I must plea

For perfection does exist

No one here seeks it

And hence why it is granted

Welcome to role you've given

There will be no expiring

In your heart or fear

And that is how it ought to be.

If you must go and try to dry

The tear you have yet to cry

Know this perfection will cease

And you are so much on a losing streak

Breathe and hear, listen with

Stillness in your cries

When perfection expires

And you wave good-bye

Terrible sin will rejoice

You will be reborn

So go ahead and plant your tear

As if I have spoken nill

Your face will tire

Tear expired.

9.20.05 by Lucie T.

100 One Night Stands (2005)

Early dawn awake I don't recall

Was it last night

Or were you at all

In my arms

I had consumed by your belly's flesh

Beautiful lustful summer eve

I placed my hand where no other

Has gone prior

One muscle move, two now three

Created marvelous symphony of movement

I pray for no tomorrow

As my mind will be rid of you my dear

All is crystal clear

One night only

Shall you have me

Crack of a sun's ray

Morning's bliss

Will not contain our last kiss

Awaken by the crunches of the dried grass

I listen to your step

Reaching me only from a far

A place I could not see nor grasp

Was it last night

Or were you not

Just in my willing embrace

Mountain of silk

Effortless my days are

For energy is spent in the night

You and I re-emerge

A thousand and one times

In one blink of an eye

I feel for the two dimples

Down your lower spine

Planting flowers of passion in each one

You invigorate my every sense,

Godliness or the like

Affair of a lifetime

Crickets hum your name into the dark skies

Tomorrow then will I know a cricket's sound?

Were you not just here beside me

Your hair served as a blind

Was it a century ago

Or just last night

Every night it is a new way of life

You don't exist

Yet the one before you

Was precisely alike

Don't believe me

Just you wait

The morning's light.





For Victor on 11.24.05

VOID (2005)

I printed your first letters to me

As if you were no longer among living

My heart has been ambushed by a black river

One but is forced to experience bleeding

I held your torn shirt in my hand

As it was my precious

No longer pretending

You are condemned by my touch

Desires are at all time low

This brisk cold morning

I feel the iced ground

Without walking a single step

Much like I feel you evaporating

Although you are sitting next to me in peace

I crave the innocence

The dawns where my only inquiry

Was what will the weather be today?

Live in, live on and live through me

You will I know it

Long lasting it all is

Slice me now so I can breathe

Write "no longer" on the page you are about to read

There on the plane of vastness a group of flamencos vegetates

Their orange color burns me

True sight of joy in nature

I can't plea

Gigantic stones falling faster than fast

I try to move out of their way

No such luck or success

I scream as I bleed rivers of me

Heavens hear me

I too won myself back

Just to lose myself all over again

Hearts onto hearts

Mesmerize me

So I can turn to my imagination

To seek

To crawl under

Anything but to spring a void

I turned your photograph over

Inevitably noting

Then look over

Your eyes gazing right there full of laughter

I must be a masochist

I reach to touch your face

To fall freely and rapidly into your embrace

I peel a banana thinking if to share it

I walk over to where

Just moments ago

I was swimming in the den of your touch

And flourished as the lilies do in spring

My imagination got the best of me

Yet again

I see you left your shirt behind

For me to hold as farewell.


 12.19.2005

Choice Amongst Choices

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Are you being picked as a spring flower out of a field?

Or through a man's search for a wife a hundred years ago?

Came to selection night and these processes still exist

Go on and rule our fortunes or lack thereof

I keep wondering about a world I imagined

I structured quietly in my backyard

 Sitting at an empty table yet there were thousands, millions of souls

Beside me

I chose them as much as they chose me

In the time of butterflies, I sat sensing the future and the days I knew would arrive

I did not hurry the passing of the meetings,

The chores back than were simple,

The water I carried was cleansed of all metal, it was pure and full of dreams

 Are you choosing or is someone choosing you?

Are you standing or simply floating without knowing?

Are you deserting your presence or running away from your past?

 Will you know the difference?

 By Lucie T. on 7/14/04

FAMOUS (1998?)

It took him a while
To keep himself awake
His eyes wanted to close
And his body desired to swim
Back into the warm sheets
As if a boat flew
Into a sunny, summer port
He just enough held himself above the water
Put his blue flannel shirt on
And went to work with a smile on his face
He looked like a chameleon
The deep red clouds spread all over the sky
He looks at his hand
He takes a long still look at his hand
He wants them to be free
Plans to go home and eat
Dinner he makes himself
Already lets us know of its presence
The aroma splits the air into an equal half
He doesn't push you away
When you want to listen
He doesn't please you to stay
If you don't desire to
He will put his hand into fire for you
Just for this
He will be in the hall of fame
He ate, drink his tea
Played with his dog and went to sleep
You might not know him well
But he draws a clear picture in the hall of fame.

Year in review... FB style

Thought this came out well, so posting it.

Guardian

With the example of Rumi in the mind today and every day,

Only one beloved in this world, his love becomes yours through this fire,

Fireplace full of candles instead of wood, light each one with the patience of a 100 year old woman,

Through all the different heights and colors,

Forming a pyramid of light and warmth.

You have been chosen to guard and protect these shimmering dancers of time,

Flickering left, flickering right, each dancing with the honorable intention for the New Year,

The new moon eclipse, and the daylight that will burden their chore today but will melt away the last twelve months.

Once you experience the warmth of his touch through all the movement in the dancing candles,

Only one that ferociously gives this love and life and light,

A candle and a water reflection,

Two swallows choose a direction,

Following the reflection of the fire in the water,

Guard this secret for the one and only beloved,

For he comes when you believe and let him wake through your vessel of life,

Through the vehicle of your soul, allow the journey to the New Year,

Caringly oversee this spectacle of time and light,

Essence and fear

Crime and truth

Days and nights

Accept the role you have been ushered,

Pass it onto the next guard in a year’s time.

At once the fireplace should be filled with candles instead of wooden logs for this time of the year.

Only one beloved will carry this light,

For the next twelve months, you will serve as the guardian of light.

12-12-09

Awake

Many moons I felt incomplete, felt an itch, an underlying notion,

Creeping into my daily dreams, my nightly thoughts,

This very specific urge to feed into whom I truly must be,

Grow my energy and guide my steps accordingly,

Allow myself to fly over the open water without fear,

Over fire fields that swallowed trees and turned ground black,

Over water that is wild and unhinged and unafraid to crash against a rock.

Connecting what is a dream and what is not,

Piecing the real and the imaginative making a necklace to wear, full of rough-edged stones,

Colorless, blowing in the dark, blinding colors!

There and here lay stocks of books, overflowing with inspiration

Full of outlived dreams, that created the world I know and the world I aspire

With a small tribute to a man,

I now walk into the wild, the wilderness of my soul.

12-12-09

An Bold Eagle's Moment

An inspiration occurs in a flash of wing's flap

The idea and it's urge to realize it is so strong, stronger than your own breath

It soars as an eagle into the vastness of the blue sky

If you take no action it flies off to kill a prey and the moment of eventualities is gone,

The otherwise fruitful land won't turn seeds into flowers and trees,

Should you follow the eagle's swift and determined journey,

There is no telling whom you will become and if today or in three years time.

Risk is gain is what they say, I tend to agree

Though I myself play my hand of cards safe to a tee.

I watch the bold eagle get away time and time again.

My only prayer is that one day

I will board a cloud next to this creature of might,

My ideas spreading the net as if a wingspan all over the sky of life.

12-12-09

Light me a 1000 candles

Light me a thousand candles
Sit by me and look into the movement of the fire
What do you see?
Is it yesterday's childhood dream?
or today's quiet perseverance?
Maybe even the future can be seen.
In the mean time reach out over the warm soldier heads
Feel the possible, the sensation that rushes through like a transiberian train, moving through snowy planes at light speed.
Sit by me and light me a thousand candles,
Follow the wax, which slowly and patiently is building a mounting protecting shield before any calamity can deter the horsemen from their destination.
It is safe, it is warm and it is clear.
Make a journey today into tomorrow, slip down onto your knees and light me a thousand candles.
If you please.

12.11.09

For SA

A Simple Cry

A Simple Cry:
Today my bare feet aren't brave enough,
perhaps tomorrow or the day after,
I wish for sand between my toes and sunshine,
I long to remember the days when you and I were making each other laugh,
If my heart could speak, what language would it choose to convey its very bottom?
And so instead I wonder what... kind of food hell serves, fried perhaps.
What is love if not the universe's beat and hope for the human kind and spirit?
I'll miss you today, tomorrow and always.

-me
10.30.09

31

Three and one tree that lines your street
Thirty one reasons to live out loud
Thirty one ways to adore time
Thirty one days to a month that becomes a year that fulfills a life
Thirty one nights that are remembered while sitting on a rock in central park you call your own
Thirty one suns that burn as desire awakens within
Thirty one smiles in an hour while you stand on New York City avenue and count them down
Thirty one blank faces which one smile instantly redeems
One day in thirty one days you may feel as if
Only that day matters and there is no need to think past that day
Thirty one pages in a notebook that you keep by your bed side
In case of a dream that is to be set free
Three plus one is four.. four seasons ahead
Four seasons past
Thirty and then one flaps of a seagull that is occupying a nearby beach
Freedom comes when you invite it in and embrace it in three and one ways
Thirty one is a number full of thirst, enlaced with infinite possibilities.


Written  2.21.09
For a Birthday gift

ICICLE

I picture everyone I know

And see them go through roller coasters

Every season brings a different speed

The most wonderful aspect of winter

Is the stillness it brings and the whiteness it entails

Crunching of the snow as you walk

Snowflakes that fall quietly

Far from the loudness of the monsoon rains

It is towering and building without a sound

You look out of your window

And with some luck

There is a bunch of icicles

Hanging in that peaceful fashion

As only icicles are able

You may run your fingers over them to

Make sure they are real

Breaking the thinner ones as your fingers slide

Before breaking them and sending them parachuting down

Stare for a moment through each one

Let the blue, purple and yellow reflections hit your eyes

And so you will spin into an unfamiliar stillness

May even cry with happiness

What is a second of nothingness and light?

Eternity of peace and soul flight

With that in mind

I would like to wish you and yours will take the icicle

And spend one moment each time your mind

Craves stillness to be about

Then you will look through it

See the film and see yourself; see your loved ones

And the ones that have passed

See it all in an icicle

In a split fraction of time

May the next four seasons be filled

With an abundance of peace and icicle moments

All the love and peace,

Lucie Teichmann

December 2008