Here there be dragons

Here there be dragons,
I say, I think, I hope, I know,
For this is the power of imagination,
A power not of 1, or 2, or 3, or 4, or 11,
But one that bridges the gap between the known and the unknown,
Between certainty and uncertainty,
Between you and me and us and them and everything else that lives and wants to live,
Here we are –
Where we go,
I can only imagine.
-Aaron E-J

Lost in the haze of coffee gone cold…

Lost in the haze of coffee gone cold…
Why can you not be here?
Near to where the apex of summation of cognition and bliss,
Where the setting sun meets with me and the music flows free from the hands of someone else,
…for someone else,
With every intention, but none towards me,
While the pent up burning of a fossil so cruel,
Its pressure bound to hieratical rule,
And the rungs of the ladder have long gone away,
Replaced with nothing but ambiguity and rhetoric,
While every act of good intention goes unheard,
Lost in the haze of coffee gone cold,
When the adrenaline starts to wane,
But the oxytocin of men giving birth to ill thought out apotheosis,
Hits head on with reality.
Then the beating drum goes quiet,
And you begin your next day, your next year, your next life,
Right where you left off,
No better, no worse, no fucking different than any other day.
That's why.
The question is as obvious as the answer to yesterday's logic,
But yesterday's logic is far too simplistic as the future I seek,
Where we meet will be determined by when we meet,
Who we meet though, is what is boring a hole in my soul.
Even though I have the power to set the parameters,
It is that I have set the bars,
Too high to reach,
But too strong to break…
That is why…
That is why.
–Aaron E-J

The genuflection of regeneration without regard to the lives we want to lead

You think you know all men?
You think all men are selfish bastards, who pick up women like the husks of empty passion,
And discard them the moment they are full of the shallow culture “all men” flaunt.
I’ll tell you the truth,
The truth is, you categorize to simplify,
Men are people first; we wade in shallow feelings when they reflect the reaction to your eyes,
If the man you seek discards you, maybe you should reflect upon them too.
Yes, we come from an unscrupulous past, Machiavellian was right,
But this does not mean he is right, or that our change will lead to a dishonest future.
Honest.
But who am I to judge the feelings of the complexity of love,
What bases of experience can you say I have to preach upon a choir when I am agnostic to the pander that you play,
The genuflection of regeneration without regard to the lives we want to lead,
The higher power I seek is not simply the multiplication of like terms,
It is for the sum to be greater than the collective additions of that which came before,
For our combined abilities to complement, not contradict,

I’m not gay,
I’m not straight,
I’m not bi,
The only line I see is the one looking at you,
I love people, not women, not men,
And my hormones, my genes, my race, my body, my sex do not make me, me,
I make me, me,
So let’s cut this crap about gender,
About fitting people in,
About leaving people out,
There is an inherent uncertainty that exists between us all,
The need to stare, third eye to third eye, instead of looking the other way,
Gleam meaning beyond the face you’ve seen before,
It’s hard, I know from experience,
Just as hard as it is for one to see themselves as what they are to others,
And the fear that they are nothing to someone else,
Eats at you until the insincerity is too much,
And you give in to the shallow feeling because the eyes can be deceiving,
And the truth is never cut and dry.
The truth, honestly, is just another simplification.
-Aaron E-J

Skinny Dipping

Diving down into the epidermisVisual of the epidermis

Well were off to the good old epidermal race,
On the top there's… what appears to be dead skin cells filled with keratin,
These bygone keratin filled epidermal skin cells make up an outer Stratum called the corneum,
The stratum corneum is fairly superficial, however and often can be seen sloughing off this mortal coil to travel the winds and bring new begins, sometimes good but often ill.
Despite the fierce external forces that play upon these cells, the 15-30 layers stand this test of strength due to the super power of keratinization that prevents these forces from entering by ordinary means.
When these trite actions do not suffice however, as is so often the case in hand and foot, the stratum lucidum comes into play.
This flat layer keeps liquid out of the body through many dense lipid proteins called eleiden.
After going this far down in the race, it is time for some wholesome stratum granulosum!
About 3 -5 layers think, the stratum granulosum is what really churns out the proteins keratin and keratohyalin while saying good bye to the other cellular organelles,
Therefore, stratum granulosum is really the undertaker of the integumentary system,
But once filled up with granulosum that made the end to oh so many nuclei, we must proceed to the Stratum Spinosum!
At the stratum spinosum is the joining together of cells through the great structure of the name Desmosomes which interlocks and strengthen the bonds between the cells throughout.
Joined together, the stratum spinosum is the foe of many a foreign source or cell gone bad because of the interspersion of the mighty Langerhans cell.
These Langerhans that fight intruders do so like their white knights companions in blood, as macrophages that engulf bacteria and other evil forces that plague the epidermis.
As we near the end of this exhilarating race, we must come to where it all began – The Stratum Basale!
Unlike the herbal companion that usurped its name when said aloud, the stratum basale cannot photosensitize light,
None the less, this cuboidal-shaped stem cell is a precursor to much of the keratinocytes that make skin, skin; all from a single cellular layer.
But the basal cells are not the only cells in this important layer, there are two more which disperse themselves throughout the stratum basale,
A stimulating time can be had with the Merkel cell as this is the source for touch,
To add a little color to the layer, the melanocyte is used and also protects the integumentary system from the irradiating forces of UV light.
And so, thus ends the race, at long last, where we may wind down our palpitating hearts by meandering though the basement membrane.
While we're there, we must wonder at the fingerlike projections called dermal papillae,
The more numinous these pillars of support for the epidermis are, the stronger the connection is that binds the layers together, never to be forgotten.

-Aaron E-J

Cloud computing is an ancient art

Cloud computing is an ancient art,
First mastered by the bats in the sky,
Their encoding is masterful, subtle and strong,
And safe because of its age
Our analog analogy we see as unsound,
But the truth is we need it to have it make sense,
As brains run this old program, and do it quite well,
So well that in fact we have lost its source code,
And have invented numerical systems instead,
In our quest to regain this old skill.
What the bats and the sharks and dolphins and bees,
All remember and use to their gain,
Is that the flaw in a digit is it’s finite nature,
That a bit is a bit and nothing more,
But it’s analog meaning that we use in our brain,
Has infinite complexity.
-Aaron E-J

The obvious obscurity

What am I going to do today when today is almost over and almost gone?
When today is a replication of other days spent trying some fruitless attempt at being useful. 
Why do those who have infinite ideas fail while success comes easily from those who play by the game set forth by no one, least of all they.
I know this may be hard for no one to understand, but no one is listening to our plea not to have to plea.
It is silent, your indifference, but it is heard loud and clear all the same because that is how indifference is played out.
But the ramifications indifference has make – and have made countless times before – nothing all that much closer to a reality
So how to proceed?
How to seek comfort from like minded nobodies, keeping in mind that they are alike because they are nobody and they have also failed?
Why seek them out?
Why can’t we, we that are like I save for location and how they got to be like I, be we?
The obvious obscurity is that, if the collective I learned this crucial skill, we would no longer fall into this category.
The category we long not to be the last of.
-Aaron E-J

While what was remains hidden in plain sight from your mind,

Why…
Some freak occurrence sends you, me us, flying, together, to another realm,
Each in their own shared world of isolation,
Right here…
Where?

Recovered what never was, and therefore still remains unrecoverable,
While what was remains hidden in plain sight from your mind,
Masked by the future we want,
The steps unachievable without finding what is,
Now is all there ever was and will be,
But now changes…

Change is what makes life, life, but it does not make life lively without interaction of other lifelike things that cannot be proven to be alive,
Or can they?
For what is life but the exchange of conscious entities?
If there were but one entity, life would not exist, change would not exist, and I would not exist.
But I do, and forever will.
-Aaron E-J

Do you see what I see?

Do you see what I see?
Do you see what I see?
Some words,
Some words,
Some real chinyanja words,
Which when I’ve learned,
Will help me seek,
The end to poverty,
For knowledge is the key to life,
To winning in this game,
And if I bring this power now,
Combine it with the friendship here,
The world will look a new,
Will see that what is needed now,
Is knowledge and much love,
We do not need to fight or hate,
Just work in harmony,
The nations that are growing strong,
Have schools that teach the facts,
Where education tends to lack then hardship does abound,
But here is just the place to start,
This global change for good,
And if I have the strength to lead,
It will happen very soon.-Aaron E-J

Think in Color I Didn’t Used To

From your being comes great lust,
But little color.
Once I try it,
Love flies away from me,
Accidents happen but good things grow,
From you, being disadvantaged brings strength,
Courage triumphs over what I hate,
Nothing can stop me now.
-A poem I found all crumpled up in the depths of my backpack which I believe was created in one of my acting classes in a free flow exercise in which each person went around saying a word that popped into their head. Kind of cool what individuals acting for a common goal can product.

My country ’tis of thee,
Once land of liberty,
Of thee I sing,
Land where more sons have died,
Out of this blinding pride,
How many times we cried:
Make freedom ring!

My native country, thee,
Our land comes at a fee,
Where do our taxes go,
Far from our native hills,
To Middle Eastern bills,
My heart with growing chills,
Wants this to change.

Let music swell the breeze
And ring from all the trees,
A song that will just seize,
All peoples needed pleas,
Let voices ring aloud,
What they have just avowed,
Sing true and strong.

A song shall always be,
A song of liberty,
Which we can sing.
It should be very bright,
Look in a brand new light,
Then with a great delight,
Change will have come.
-Aaron E-J

Its turkey day,
Give thanks for what?
When we invaded earth,
Our arms do reach so far and so wide,
And some do try to flee,
And some do try to fight,
It is those who fight,
Like we once did,
That make the disarray,
This hysteria to kill and cry,
Can only come to end,
When knowledge of a better path,
Moves toward wider respect.
-Aaron E-J

What most people don’t know, is that everyone else knows it. Therefore, to become more knowledgeable is to become more of a minority. That said, minorities, as a group, make up the majority.
-Aaron E-J

Sometimes when the goings hard the ambiguity abounds,
It seems to be impossible to strive and reach your goals,
And harder this becomes when your goals are not that clear,
If you focus on a task you set and it never leaves your site,
The goal will be fleshed out at last and finally you will see,
How your aim will best be reached or else the options near,
Then lay aside your other tasks and focus on this one,
Don’t look at the other things that you could do instead,
They’d only take up time and now is not when time you have,
Focus on the distant hill; this is where achievement lies,
Achievements are the points in life, the ultimate in game,
Which can be played forever without ever getting board.
-Aaron E-J

So much I should have done,
So much I didn’t do,
So much ahead of me,
Where will time go?

In this short space of time,
Finite can be achieved,
The best that we can hope,
Is for success,

But what I want to think,
Is that we can control,
What we will try to do,
In one sort space,

Some spacing is for long,
Some time is really short,
But when we know its length,
We can proceed,

To try and carry out,
The task we hope to do,
The charge which we do place,
On to our selves,

Through math and randomness,
Through which we interact,
Forward is where we move,
Achieving goals,

These goals become the blocks,
From which we build our life,
Work to improve our skills,
So we can learn,

Time is a moving spiral,
That we create through life,
When we do interact,
Our essence forms.
-Aaron E-J