I'LL FIND IT IN HERE

 ©Yuri Dojc

I’ll find you in here

In surrender

I’ll see you again

In plunder

Now I know this walk well

Tiny frozen cells will make way

If my distancing steps broke your heart

Last night

Know it as well as all the rest

No heart can be broken without love

I’ll know where I’ll hide you

Your snaps, your echoing voice, your explosive lips

And your electric touch,

I’ll find it in here, to the right

Of my thoughts, stares and glides

Would you show me how?

Would you crave to sleep if I was around?

Since I have had the night in your arms

I say no to the kindness of rest,

I say hell yes to your devilish image

A goldmine I visited today reminded me

Treasures do seek grand solace,

A hideaway, they squat in lost holes

Plot against lost souls

Suppose there is a method

To all and every madness

As is in providing a bunker

For all memories you are trying to trash

I’ll find it in here, in the vastness

I will surrender, again and to you

Until then, I’ll hide in the sugary fields

I’ll find you in here.

5.18.11

Jasmine Garden

So I took a walk and reached a mountain top
Looked ahead, far and close
Stood in stillness
Bowed to the nature within and inside
Picked up one rock and then another
Making a tall stock
For balance is key in life
The sun the moon the stars the rain
The wind and all of nature
Has come down
To this place in time
To create a garden
Full of jasmine
Garden of souls
Jasmine sways
Jennifer and Gordon
May you stand still as one.

By Lucie Teichmann

Wedding poem on a fly, for Gordon and Jennifer
3-12-2011

MY HEART

It has not felt so right with anyone as with you
Maybe once when I was younger and even then I was a fool
I have lost trust
In my heart for its guarded me well
But the ultimate emotion its capable of, it has let through like a boat into the sunny harbor.

Wanting and pleading for its cargo, for its mass.

Farm me a breath, dig me a mountain, slay me a dragon; fill me a double-breasted suit.

Did that come out of me here and now?  Aloud? 

For I see oceans of mist, herds of rocks and the time on the clock has not been still in eons.

What is a true heart if not one full of love?

I slap my hand hard, so the blood rushes to the hit area and I can feel, feel pain on the outside.

5.2.11

Stone People

I wonder has my heart failed me, has it fled before my body
Has the ocean become salt-less ?

As I float in it while tears are coming down from the skies
Have I learned to sway in the trees without feeling the wind frisking my feet?

I pick up a few stones on a rainy beach

Stock them on top of each other, and think

This beast of a water mass, this sea, which pleads with no one

And nothing, maybe with nature but it does not appear

I leave them here, I set a person and a stone, to become one

With all of it, all around, to disguise the pureness of the soul

To face the waves, rocks and stones

There my friend, stock another stone statue

To your heart’s desire say pretty please

To your future say, come sway me, if you will

You must and as such only a jazz tune can poke the trumpet

Two stone tiny people sitting atop a rock

Looking ahead into the deep, wild waters

Facing one certainty among a well of uncertainties

Stone, life, water and earth, all is one

All for the better in us

Better in you and I

In due time this too shall pass

Even our alegria – the state of mind

Will not be famished

I no longer wonder; the water has washed it away

I am a stone person today and tomorrow I may be of sand

Who could tell?

As long as today is spent on the rock looking ahead

Into the endless waters of life.

Lucie Teichmann

4.26.11

BEAT-MAN MAN-BEAT

Have you ever felt incomplete?

Perhaps you may say yes, and I will just say, 

Sit down on a beach where a man is majestically playing a tune, 

Becoming one with a round, pristine rim

Now hear the first, second and third beat release

Commence a string of sound, what glory!

Melt them in your ears, sit onto the wet sand, or let your feet twist to an echo, 

Succumb to the seeming madness this beat man possesses.

The deep-sea diver pokes his head above the waves

Though as you guessed the tones travel well down under

The hands and the rim create utterly perfect harmony – a live drum.

So I share a story with you now, 

Place your thoughts in my hands, if you will and close your eyes,

After walking the hills and almost committing to a chair, exhausted

Some time ago I stood on a corner in San Francisco,

In the darkest hour of the night, when the street is almost asleep

I heard a drum’s beat

Entered the magic eclipse, tipped toed to not disturb

So the beat would not drop, and it carried such intensity, fluidity and passion

Between the lone man and the rim

Is it a tiny movement in the corner of your eyelid I recognize?

The swirls of his hands over the stretched rounded skin now becomes true madness, 

The drumsticks relaying, with each new voyage around the brim

It is all he requires, all he knows and all he craves and thus becoming invincible

Grows an invisible layer, halo-like shadow above him

While now clouds on a blue sky, man and the drum, heaven and earth collide

Continue to insist and harmonize, inseparable, unconquerable.

Attempt, even try to come with your wrath,

Over and under or in between, the duo will remain sealed

As one, as two, as three, limitlessly

You must recognize the relentless power of the bond

Only then will the man lift his eyes scan your face

And return to loving every inch of the rim, the strides of the sticks he holds

Pacifying your desires while creating a moment

That will for days unravel in your mind.

Leaves, rain, wind, shadows of a giant

Nothing can interrupt the man and the beat

For he can play blind

Now I see he is blind, music has patched his eyes,

The beat has wrapped his head like a scarf

Resembles a tiger about to hunt his pray, his eyes dawning, clearing the light

Knowing nothing will stop the beat of life, precision of sound

You have been introduced to the beat-man, man-beat rodeo, very welcome.

4-20-11

For Mysh aka Kevin Michel, inspired by the passion of his drums

CORPORATE LADDER

Loose yourself in the green paper over and over

Through and through it goes in no exits at first

Not all currency is of the color of spring, come to think

Only the dollar, slew of fresh grass if you will

The God infused paper so they claim

Every time it passes your fingers it reminds us of in God we should trust

Each bank note calls the sage, when no green paper laid itself at Jesus’s feet

At his last supper no coins were exchanged, no banknotes rolled up

So loose yourself in all colors of all the currency you touch,

How many thousands of rolls have you held in your hands?

Did it warm your heart or did you forget?

Even then imagine it all collapses tomorrow

In order to keep warm

You’ll watch it all burn

Fire will cook the fresh meat you hunted

With a sparrow, maybe with your bare hands
Absolute void of the green roll

Swiftly arrives a sheer instinct of survival, of a wolf's howl

When do we become well-oiled machines and slaves?

To the colorful paper with all sorts of denominations

The time will come when in middle of splendid mountains 

A moose running loose you and an abandoned bus

You will burn the wood first, naturally

The bed frame, the sheets and blankets perishing next,

Alaskan wilderness can prove deadly if you aren’t prepared

Those colors in that paper you hold have a similar stand

But it is not your body that is at stake

Your insides, the tree of life, the roots of any true wanderlust

The very soul of whom you are,

Once you taste the juices of the berries, purple and black

Sweet success melting in your hands

It’d be unheard of,  you inclined to think and state

Unthinkable to utter, a clownish performance at best

To return to the Barcelona streets penniless

Yet free of any constraint of anything

That squeezes you in handcuffs until it draws blood and rubs skin

Puts you in a wheel chair as if you are handicapped

Keep climbing with your eyes and hands,

Lift each layer of the corporate mass

Lust away at the glitter and the over priced,

After all why not

It suits you like a well-made glove,

You have become a salve in your own right,

Willingly, without anyone throwing a swift lasso at your neck

At the downtown dirty bazaar

But believe you me, leashed you are

It may be the color of gold or platinum

It’s as thick of a rope as any farm animal would know to rub its skin

Colored paper rolls in your hand, a king’s portrait

Speak your best, do your worst

Bid your presence null and keep the slave you bought

Happily, thrilled to go on and build

Another pyramid taller then the last.

12.14.2010 

ONE DAY YOU WILL KNOW

Even if no exchange happens and isolation

Of our souls remain in tact

One day you’ll know

This letter will burn your eyes to slivers

Years in advance you have scheduled your desires

Following the etchings and sketches of your brain

Maps, closely watched trains

One day, one unscheduled stop, a moment of evil clarity

Will bring you back the knowledge of today, of now

Your prey is easily caught in the net of class

Charm, laughter, laps of fun, dead fish netting this eve

This catch, might you admit a slight remorse, not by any chance

And clearly state to the winds listening – my heart was taken

As a fable attempt to clear the path you made

Unable to return, you are frozen still

One moment will melt the debris surrounding the wall

The ways of the world are as clear as a summer day in the Basque country

Water and earth, mud comes undone sliding
And sticking to the keyhole and your fingers

Again and again you try to fit the key into the hole
Slide after slide, try after try

Cannot, it will not cave to your will

To your whim, not at this time

How effortlessly you discard, disarm, and ignore

Your own, theirs and everyone’s dreams

For when you are old and bitter, comfortably swaying in your wrinkles
Sif* in a lovely wooden garden swing

This only weighs in when you are cold

Whether above or in the ground

One day you shall be of the know, of the now.

12.13.2010

TWITCHES IN TWILIGHT

  

Come and lay your slender body next to mine

Release the day’s weight into the night

I feel the first of your many twitch sonatas

Your silky body gives away to a neighbor at hand

Me this time, I pray

Second and third will shortly follow

Tiny explosions of your soul

I know this well

Each night I spent lying next to your sweet, peach-like aromatic skin

You drifted into another world, world of unknown to most
Even to me

Your mind disconnected your body putting up fight galore
To keep

Your endless desire for action, for life, to continue to be awake

Is my only translation of these twitches

Always on the move, never asleep yet soundly unaware of

My hand on your neck, grafting, coding your shapes into memory

Twitching turns into a rhythmic dance

I witness nightly and embrace

The tenacity in which you sleep: I comprehend

You twitch twice into the twilight

Once into my hand, as if I touched an electric wire
I'd say

Shock, and all is quiet now and again until another

Twitch between my breasts when you lay your head

As you turn at a glacial pace

Come and lay your sweet slender body down,

Next to mine, in mind and in thought

Play the tones of an old guitar

I will slide onto your back,
Balance as a corpse and read the letters on the wall straight ahead

Jumping over each other, knowing the next current is but a short count away

Twitches in twilight

How I crave to feel and collect the bundles of life,

Breaks of your energy untapped, unleashed

Come and lay your slender body next to mine

Twitches in twilight are just a reminder

Energy circle now as it is now, two minus one.

Written October 7, 2010 edited January 31, 2011

LASTLY, YOU ART

So you are content never adorning another wall with your grace

Perhaps you can’t see what I see,
Full of life and desire,

Mastery, misery and will to scan

It’s a ferocious battle of passion versus brain

You’ll sing your song of contentment for years to come and pass

I shan't argue to oppose but I am nothing if not certain your thrill

Is indeed an evolution, letting things pass, as they do in their own time and space,

Short or lengthier journeys and experiences

This matters terribly I say

Till and when you are true to yourself, a version of self you have hidden,

To the fairest of forms not even when you are looking at your own reflection

Not even in the loving arms of the dawn that dwells

You’ll awake with the only notion in your brain,

Thus you have become another, further
Closer yet detached

I no longer fight your choice not to create

Another colorful masterpiece on any surface, skin tight, under and over

My sole wish, you keep a pencil and paper nearby just in case

And motioning to the future is the likes of asking God to save all hungry eyes

Tomorrow’s creation may never arrive; I’ll then find your pencil lying on the floor

And transport my hand into yours for a brief while
Allow me to be another, fused in time

Last piece of the puzzle is never the most important one

The answer lives in the journey

May you never stop, always remain fluid in all ways,

Open as a seashell, which a wave violently turned over

Willing, wanting, if not now and if not ever

Leaving the possibility to become one with your brush
With yourself, a neighbor you pass by.

12.14.2010

PRETZELING

I' have always been convinced, pretzels are baked in bed

You don't say, I hear them squeal and kneel as they listen to my claim

Body parts weaving through loops forming the well-known shape
Sweet and salty

Pretzel me some and all the way

As if there is an escape

Push and pull and you’ll

Feel fire within, in a flash, in a nick of time 
Sparks rush through the veil between us

Clasping both hands harder, tigher

Just then, a second prior our fingers are searching for a breather,

A millimeter of space

Whilst the lips aren’t seeking, their space

It has been prepped, predetermined, locked in

As a diamond bank in London chooses to be, must be, requires to be

Hips intertwined in the middle, through the side, lie and lay into these

A pure novelty I must admit

One leg grabs the other

Clinching to each other, last day on earth

Notions of life fully lived
Electric current pulsating practically killing all

From bottom to top, bottom to heaven’s ways

Pretzel has been weaved in not so many days

Take away, stay or disappear
Pretzel has been made and there is no escaping.

written 10.7.10 edited 12.8.10