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

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