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

ASK THE DUST

Why don't you trek to the deepest canyon's peak

Call out your name over and over in vain

Hear the river of echoes floating back your way

Once they are gone, and they will flee

Ask the dust

What you really are

Little pieces of broken dried up flesh

Stuck, hidden, preserved even 

Under a tall large yellow rock

No, you don't fear an unknown town

You don't walk away from certain risk or danger

You fear not to climb walls that belong to another

Returning shortly after dusk

Any drug, overdose even if

Waking up with a knife at your throat

No the dust will tell you 

This frightens you not a pinch

It is quite a simple bit, I am afraid you'd smirk sire

Just ask the flowing dust

It is a broken heart you fear most

More so then a death wish onto an innocent child

Trust if no one else, it'll settle

And after the shore winds are gone

Whirls of dust speak where they are swept to

And cover your one and only fear

The dusty cloud moves faster than you can see

Or muster to feel

Just pose the query 

I promise it'll tell but a simple and quick tale

Ask the whirl in the dust

If you dare.

11.28.2010

Only One Beloved

As Rumi said hundreds of moons ago

One and only Beloved
All his fatal love becomes Yours
Through this relentless fire
You’ll possess his Warmth,
The deep realization of self
And be of His touch through all your Movement
Only one that gives all his unparalleled Love
And life and heaps of blinding Light
As for me
A candle and water reflections unite
As young lovers do
Two swallows choose a direction
From flickering fire tracks in the water
Safeharbor this Secret in your Heart
For the One and only Beloved
Appears and arrives only when you Believe
Permit him to wake through your only vessel
Of Life, and
Into the vehicle of your Soul.
One and Only Beloved
May He find You.

Rumi tribute

12.12.2009 – edited 11.23.10

Chimes

Another Year we Feasted

In Silence We Hear

The Clearest of Sounds

Hold a Hand of Another

Today, Quiet the noises

Your Other Hand is a free Bird

Employ it with a Great Intention

Too, Insist on the Magnificent Silence

Sit and Share the sights of the bare tree Trunks,

Perhaps covered in Dazzling snow Blankets

Or sit on a White beach

Washing your Toes in the Seashore

In Peace, you'll realize

The Greatest Fortune of the Human kind

The Presence of another's Silence

Alongside Yours

And Then it happens

You'll hear a Chime in the Wind

Two Shells rubbing Against each Other

Two metal shapes Clinging to Sound like a Glue

It is not Only my Wish but also a small Command

Within the Beauty that Exist in You and Around

Chime Away for years To come.

Happy Holidays 2010

In Bali

 

A lovely island sprinkled with Hindu temples

How I wish you were here to witness

The white tall waves and the great ocean sounds

The black pearls and quietude

Spelled across the bluest of skies

All the water around me attempting to wash away

My memories

Of you

Every time I see a woman in a sari

I think, almost wishing you’d take a dip into the pool by my feet,
Lonely water drips, footsteps to the villa

I walk alone

Knowing what I ought to know

Seeing what I prefer to recognize

There is no real way to bring you here

To this moment in time

Crystal clear water

Tell me now

If I close my eyes

Will I wake up with you next to me?

And if Not

Will the dreaming stop?

Bali is breathtaking

Even if it has so much less

Then your kind embrace

An island in the middle of my mind

Suits me and you just fine

Temple bells I hear

And it tells me it's time

For a prayer

For I don’t know how

But I can’t seem to give in

Without a small wish

For an hour of your presence

Be it in Bali or floating in the Dead Sea

Be it tomorrow or in five years.

11.01.10

Flesh Awakening

©Jan Saudek

Envision one simple time

Open the door I stand before you bare

Free and afraid, Grab me

Push me closer

To your slim body

Covered in a business man world

As I am Pulsating and Shivering

Ripping through the dress shirt you don’t plan to keep

Buttons fly to say more and faster

Dinner ate the granite floor faster than plates broke apiece

Desire, an old but a new friend today

Burns between as a bare foot touching an orange coal

Bend me over the ottoman, the chair in the way

Force me to obey my body’s instinct to dive

Into a river of sweat, showering of a prey

Turn my flesh into a transient canvas this very night

Create marks and shapes of your hand's presence

Etch in and draw skin under your nails

Slide and run down my back

Throw salt and water

Let it mesh and dissolve

Pull me as if I was falling off a skyscraper

I gush out, I moan, I gasp and become open wide

Through and through and within

Saddle me to be atop, legs swing up high

Graze me with your thighs

Lock me into a hard embrace

Pressing against the counter, impressions are torn into my arms

Let it rip – all that ever was inside you,

Free it through hard strokes, rips, and grinds

As your sweat becomes mine

Your flesh now speaks to mine

If you listen, grab again and too

Become unhinged

Bliss of tired bodies on the cold floor

Short of breath, full of ecstasy, thus life

And life onto death in fever and lust.

10.7.10

Killer

©Jan Saudek

In one dire moment, One look

Exterminating my child’s innocence,
My ability to defuse

One wink, One gasp

As torturous as it may eventually become

Gleaming in the night, into every wrinkle

Within the wicked Smile you own

One or two words

Uttered before I know

The Accent I note I cannot escape

It burns away all sound

Killer

Another torpedo arrives, then another

As if

It couldn’t be any other way, Enough

Killer

The Blue in your eyes

Kill me now

Strip me bare

For I cannot wait to Die

I shall scream, I'll protest, I’ll give it a try

My grimace will flush, turning into Snow White

In an instant I’ll write off my future

For the here and now

Killer

Lay me down and ripple my skin

Mold my bones

Push down the vibration in my arms into the ground

Killer
Tighten your evil grasp if you’ve collected

Release me Killer please

Allow me to write in my own Blood

Leave me in awe of my Dawn

Killer sweet

In agony I beg

In an instant became a street beggar for your Killing

My skin to peel

My blood to boil

One last Time

Kill me Now

10.14.10

We Were Born To Die

The smile on your face and the blonde highlights in your hair

Notice that wrinkle when you bear your soul to the mirror now?

We were born to die

The walks and talks that superceeded the intention and expectation of just one night

Were swept with the sand glass clock and through time and repetition

We were born to die

The gestures and grimaces we found on passer byer’s face

Have rolled into a cloud and journeyed to cast over another state

Through the rain and through the snow that eventually comes

We were born to die

I smell the wine I drink now and I search for the meaning in each glass

Through the wings of a bird that sits by and drinks water from the lake you pass

I hear swiftness and the yearning of the wild

We were born to die

Balcony full of passionate embraces and bright city lights as a backdrop

All is to be remembered and forgotten by the air all in the same

We were born to die

Swimming through the fresh sheets as a dolphin turns and jumps

Through the turquoise waters of the Indian Ocean and back to see,
With its own eyes

We were born to die

Witness this and all the others; prick yourself in the finger swiftly

Recognize your face in the mirror once again, now that you are

Back to life seeing the morning’s coming clearer then ever thus far

We were born to die

 9.28.10

'Snowflake'

A sheer blessing from the a merry sky

A single snowflake lands in my palm

This miniature crystal if you will 

I dare to hold it up in the air

And pray, more so wish it'll stay

Moments just as well melt away

There goes another , one, two three more land

A school of crystals I now hold in my hand

With a thought and a story

I look in their direction

Tend to follow the quiet disappearing act

Each of them will shortly engage in 

Days, years, decades are as swift

And here we are coming to greet

A snowflake of two thousand and three

These visions of snowflakes I corner within my soul

And now releasing them on to you, my friend

Whether near or far

In places unknown,

Or in neighborhoods as familiar

As the tip of my thumb

Let your New Year be

A snowflake voyage, engraved in your heart

Remembered by the birds flying over

I write these lines with all the love

My heart owns,

Joyous and riveting Holiday Season

Simply a great Year to you and yours!

written by Lucie Teichmann December 2002

A Night's Grant (2003)

You know when you know,
When you trust your heart
It's a moment of indefinite clarity
It is a forever like feeling
Even though in the morning
It may become unreal and you may come to terms
With the other decreasing the realness, shortening the eternity
But you will always know it was you who knew
Yourself and the depth within you
Only the other did not welcome
The canyon deep and the beautiful bold
Matter of love in you.
With precision you cleanse, with patience you wait
Till the moment arrives once more
And then you have completed your quest
Of knowledge, of pertaining to self,
Concluded the session of awaiting,
Pearl of the sea, mind-blowing music you hear
Earth tones and pastels left the artist's brush and
Who presented them on the early evening sky, masterful.
The evening almost passed, a night is surely to come.
What will the morning bring?
You dare to ask?
Not that easy pal, find out when you will.
Good night.
2/24/03