On Rice and Opposition

On Opposition

Like pressure cooked rice
I don’t like the intrusive steam
But if that’s what it takes to be edible
(or to realize some dream)
(or do something incredible)
I’ll suffer it thrice

making time for the finer things

It's been a long time since I've put the pen to the page. So this is long past due. I've been feeling a dearth of creativeness since I changed fields from English lit studies to geopolitics. But there is a lot to say about that conflicting world as well. More to come.


Near and Far

Far from the heart of all I have known
Far from its dry blue skies
Its familiar nights
Its rested mornings

Near to the heart that I have not known
Nor could know
At ease in familiarity
Easy in the rest of home


Tracktion

I ain’t getting no tracktion—
In all my action—
Who’s got the action plan man?
Can you pin the day to a post it?
Check off all ‘to do’s’ and boast it?
Can you both eat your turkey and roast it?
And still find time
To relax and recline?
If you can
That’s a real good plan
Man! Look at that Alpha man!
Tracktion

How’s he getting all that traction?
In every action?
How does he do it?
And he still stays so fluid?
Bouncing off street-side stumbling blocks
Picking up girls like wall street stocks
And shooting nines with campus jocks
And still finds a way
To save the day?
If you can
That’s a real good plan
Stan! The original Daoist Man!
Tracktion

Get yourself some—Tracktion