Waiting for Steve,

The gray face painted with hostility,

arose like a mighty warrior from the chair

shouting for all who cared to listen about

his record of football triumph.

The golden boy, the next big thing,

a can’t miss, this was Steve.

I was waiting on him to arrive.

****

A brawling 6’3 inch specimen drooling words

only a senile gentleman recites to himself

in a dark room, staring at cheat reflections.

The irritated spectators sipped alcohol

numbing the sounds of a never was.

Old men can be argumentative at times.

****

Steve possessed nothing his feeble mind

garnished as factual history this night,

an old man of grandeur and meanness.

Spewing vulgarities mindlessly

about his youthful athletic invincibility.

He was stuck with anger, in a past time.

His lips soaked with a cheat lipstick

sprouting indecencies on passive listeners.

On this night, the crowd was not cheering.

The crowds never cheers forever.

****

“I Was Great!”  You Bitches and Hoes!

Sure you were, helpless guests mouth closing their

mental panic room’ doors.

****

I watched Steve that night thinking

very little.  I was not enamored by his mean wit

or profanity-filled tirades.  You see, he

was my friend in a self-chambered illusion.

So, I must join him in his party

as ill-conceived as it sounds.

Though I did not make excuses

for his behaviors, my face shaped

forgiveness for his tenure this night.

I was his friend and tears flowed inside.

****

How could I deny this beaten

old man his fake facts.

Although witnessing the moment, I wished they had occurred.

He needed them to be an asset again, a big shot.

I was waiting for him to acknowledge

he made his narratives up, but he did not.

Thus, I believed his imaginings along side him

for this night.

Steve was in a place that never existed

and he did not know it.

But, old men get stuck at times

and they need friends

****

I am Steve’s friend and I’ll wait on him.

I hope he’s all still here, when he comes back.

**

The Invisible Dragon

Farewell (For Now) Dr. Omer Avci

Omer flower (friend (fr nd). n. 1. A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts you. 2. A person with whom one is allied in a struggle …(3) “a person who’ll do things for you when it’s of inconvenience to them” (Rod Davis).

I have developed a term that signifies my conceptualization of friendship: Uncomfortable Sacrifice. This is just one tenet of friendship, however, I have found it to be the soundest tool to measure how it works. As such, camaraderie is risking your personal comfort zone for another. I’m not talking about fake charity. Keep the transparent, “I know you could do it” or the proverbial ‘tough love’ b.s. to yourself. These and other statements need works to mean anything of value at least in friendship.  With that said, I have a short list of friends.

Omer Avci is a friend. I met him a few years ago when I joined the College Learning Enhancement Program (CLEP) as a reading instructor at Northern Illinois University (NIU). I sat in on his classes as I was trying to see how not to screw up my students. I modeled my early teaching after him and Dr. Armstrong. Unfortunately and fortunately, this past spring he completed his doctorate degree and is heading back with his family to his home country (Turkey) after eight years in the U.S. By the way, without Omer’s support and others my comp exam could have been harder.

Omer always had time, always. He never passed me on to someone else, not once. This cat defended his dissertation while helping me with my comp exam. My friend Rod Davis is like that and so am I. If you’re our friend, we will not let you down, not once. We’ll give to you and forgo our own agency under many circumstances. Omer did the same with no excuses, no b.s. he just said…What do you need?”

I will miss him dearly…

My friend, Dr. Omer Avci

The Invisible Dragon

Tao 77 Give Without Taking

tao te ching verse 77  (Robert Williams’ translation)

The Tao maintain balance in all things

because it is flexible as the wind.

It brings rain where it is needed and cold

to equal the heat.  It never stands by and

witness inequities. 

 

Ones who control by force and power

is in opposition of the Tao.  They take from

the needy and give all to the rich.

 

The master continues giving because

her abundance knows no end.

She expects nothing in return while

denying credit for her deeds.  She never

exalt herself above anyone.   

****

The woman who does not trust in the Tao believes people cannot do for themselves.  She provide her gifts out of pity.  The people are like small helpless babies. The true master is more transparent and understands that bringing others to self-reliance is the only true compassion.  As such, the master does not cry because she’s busy helping people care for themselves.

The Invisible Dragon