guilty kimchi

fresh and hot

a little aged here and crunchy there

funky red lace on a pale green underlay

a bite 

lips a'smackin

teeth chatter to the tang no better

than the smell of a leaf with a fragrant fester

how wrong it feels to indulge in this

with nimble hands we taste this bliss

"Pab! Hana! De!"

one more time just one more time

how do we take without wanting more

for the wrongness of it all in every nibble

tastes only right--quit this petty rabble

i say hand me another serving

forget the tummyache for tomorrow

as the days ahead sure quickly follow

i live for now and now im itchy

woe to him who withholds my Kimchi.

~

korea haiku

alive in allive

a little clock ticks

cosy walls hum through the night

my heart sound asleep

~

oh my God

don't need no food, don't need no sleep, just a couple sips of water once in awhile.

i dont know i just want to be happy

i think what i was trying to say was that happiness is more or less a construct...

and of its greatest constructors lie ignorance, the grandmaster of happiness-making. i would rather face the dirty, messy truth. and as in part two, if this means i can never be truly happy in the popular sense of the word, then i must prepare to live through this decision.

i want things to stay the same

even though the nature of things is to change. this means that as people we must adapt to keep our results in order. stubborn rigidity is the trade of personal security against long-term happiness. willing change is whereas the highest abstract form of sacrifice and it is an investment into any relational bond. in a way, a relationship with no sacrifice is a fund with no investors. likewise, as there is no commitment, there is always a fast route out; where there is no risk, there is no payout.

the dividends are good, and i plan to reinvest.