Wave & Shell

You came into my life as a wave would,
Washed over me and turn me upside down,
Changed my energy and opened me to the air I have been missing,
Your strong current has been a force, a guide
A sharing of goals and dreams,
As the two when they meet on a beach, do once they cross each other.
You have inspired me and let me in your life,
Like the shell I will roll with the water you left behind,
Like water is.. ever flowing.. as you are.
May you always flow.. grow.. and come across the shells you can turn over.
I am thrilled to have been a shell, now I too will become a wave.
This is my way of saying good bye.
Not to you my beautiful friend, to what was.. and saying hello to what will be.
Water is life.
Movement is its heart.
Keep flowing.

1.13.2010

For SA.

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