When Tomorrow Doesn't Have a Face

As a rainbow through a cloud
today you know my voice
my face remains
a mystery
walking and talking by the sea
shan't be
I am the melon and you are the seed
one after the other a whole but never
side by side
first you and then I
tracing the steps of one another
Colors through darkness of a cave
I write on the wall in the dungeon
and you etch shortly after
when tomorrow doesn't have a face

8.3.11 by LT

ICE & LAND

The minute you step on its soil, you submit to this land

The land of volcanoes and lava fields

To the past I see the mighty Vikings arriving, prospecting their futures

From the East I watch the clouds floating lively,

To the West I see vast waters, no longer ice

Full of sea creatures and life, abundance

Come trek with me during a white night

Your eyes will remain glued open with beauty

You will desire nothing but the chance to run your hands

Through the smoke rising out of the hot grounds

As if they are the underground trolls whispering,

Come and lay in our waters, heal your soul

Your past will come undone, by a simple bath

Join the rest of the nomads, the worker bees of the underground

Forever you will know this stream,

Your mind hosting the images, your body will code the muscles with the warmth

And twitches and utter elation of submerging into nature’s most powerful of giants

You experienced in one night, in a life

I can’t relay this feeling clearer, I’d be screaming

Not even the crystal ball of the witches

Can show you this beauty in all its glory

For this land I reckon is heaven on earth and beyond

With its treeless landscape, green and black rugged rock peaks

Silver streams and blue eyes souls

Come all, come none

This place will not ask for a visit, by if you do chance a voyage

Its hold on you will not steer,           

This is mighty clear

So I say to the people of Ice and Land, Land and Ice

Hot waters and beautiful valleys

Guard this treasure, for it’s guarded you for 12 centuries

To the southeast glaciers adorn your boarders

It is they that encapsulate you

Water aged thousands of years, isn’t water the only endless spirit that

Embodies it all at once?

The puffin birds in clouds guard you to the northwest

And the sea lions form a coastal guard

You usher it day-to-day life

When in my eyes, you move in a dream,

Unnoticed by generations

May the dreams deem endless

The land of ice I prepare an ode to you,

Your infinite quietude will ring in my ears for years to come

I open my arms in hopes you’ll appear again and

Once more I stand between a dream and realness

To you I surrender, never forgetting the clinching of the ice and land spell

Beauty and grace, etched in my heart.

July 2011, to the lands of Iceland and its people.

©Lucie Teichmann

REVENGE

Last night I laid with another

To forget your silky hands

To feel alive again

Must you occupy my insides as well as my outsides?

And the result

I think I remember you now, more vividly than I did

Before this revengeful night

The eraser ceased working creating a black hole on the paper

Building a pulsating mark, that could not be removed

Other than by fire

Burn baby burn

From my mind, from my soul

All the sensations I know to be mine

Do not penetrate my surface

Last night I laid with another

The consequence you needn’t ponder

Revenge is yours only.

6.1.11 edited 6.19.11

The Bird Is Out Of The Cage

Your feeling of freely flying over the evergreens

Has been dormant for ages, I’ve lost count, truly

The sadness in your eyes has not completely vanished,

Throughout the years, a decade passed

What’s sitting on a violin’s cords

While it’s cased in, waiting for the fingers to wake it

And allow the beautiful sound to permeate its surroundings

I wonder and try to imagine

I see not much past the dust - I ask will you sing again?

One beautiful spring night on the garden patio

A small bunch of human souls

Share wine, stories and songs from the old country

And then a miracle saturates the air

The bird’s throat is wide open, filled with a song and

Buttered with sound

The bird is out of the cage

No one knows and no one can tell

How this came to be, not a single question is posed

The enormous gift is accepted by all present

And the bird keeps singing

The steel has been lifted of its chest, door to the cage

Unforgettable flight, this very night

The bird is out of the cage.

The bird is out of the cage.

For one of the greatest woman I know, my mother in celebration of her voice returning.

June 19, 2011

FACE-OFF

 

So you think I will bow down

To your white colossal mountain

I shan’t even twitch, let alone move an inch

Allow me this

For I say when, if, how, and why

I see you

I hear you

I feel you

Would I lie if I say I want none of what you got

Not in the least of bits

I won’t lie at your crooked feet

For you are the ultimate invader

You musky penetrator of my cheek

And so no will of mine

Will result in your hostile embrace

Kindly take your vulgarity and oppression

To the next eager victim

Not this day

Not tomorrow’s eve

Will you see me in chills

Nor walk away, I’ll stay here

If I shall become faceless

Then it is my time and your deed.

For Tim.

6.17.11

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