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

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