Category: Poem

Dreaming of the sound of far away drum beats, in mist of a silent dawn, where the whisper of my thoughts stream throughout the vast universe which I inhabit and make my own.
-Aaron E-J

Paper is so pointless,
Why do you need to print?
When you can just compose email,
And save those trees and ink.
The fact that teachers request paper,
Is annoying to no end,
They do this just enough so that,
Your cartridge does go dry,
And when you need to print again,
You have to clean the head,
Consume much ink,
This has to do,
And when it does get clean,
The paper jams,
Press print again,
Is the necessary task,
Guzzling more ink yet still,
Oh, how I like email.
-Aaron E-J

Water bottle, water bottle,
You seem to be so wet.
Over priced, I never buy,
Instead just go refill,
So when my thirst,
Is very keen,
I only need unscrew,
Then drink till thirst,
Has been dampened,
Then continue on will I,
And when there is a spigot near,
Refill I need to do,
So that my thirst,
Is never strong,
And my health will stay with me.
-Aaron E-J

The greater complex is never predicted by those who spend there time looking at the individual parts. It is only those who grasp the larger picture, qualify the quantitative and put numbers to that which seems numberless that grasp the larger sense of the world. They begin with a solid base and methodically build from there. A tree without ample support falls in a storm. A tree too rigid falls in a storm. A tree too bendable gets crushed in a storm. A tree which grows too slow wilts to competition. It is only those that meet all aspects equally that can succeed.
-Aaron E-J

The qualitative numerical conception of the past,
Leads the pattern of disorder through internal sense of self,
The random calculation of artistic science law,
Is something indescribable and yet it needs to prove,
Nothing that is nothing but is everything and more,
Time itself, as justice shows, is only not a fact,
It is the change that comes about,
By thinking thought out loud.
-Aaron E-J

Although odds are insurmountable,
As the flow of time goes past,
I look ahead, and see the glint,
Of small hope that may be there,
Even though I am but one,
This means that I can move,
Throughout the nooks,
And crannies near,
Wiggle slowly though,
And when I get to clearer ground,
That’s when I’ll start to grow,
Building at the bottom up,
I’ll craft a solid base,
Then gather up so many strong,
And accelerate at full,
This day is coming sometime soon,
I think I hope, it will,
-Aaron E-J

My shuffle has just shuffled off,
And now it won’t turn on,
This is the second one that’s failed,
And it hurts me ever so,
To have to workout with no sound,
Just isn’t quite the same,
So call I will, tomorrow day,
And go and rant and rave,
Request repair I couldn’t do,
Because the website’s down,
I don’t know when this will be fixed,
But I hope it’s very soon.
-Aaron E-J

The mod’s all here,
My room’s set up,
And now just one more day,
Till classes start,
And I take heart,
In learning once again.

There’s much to do,
Papers to write,
And projects need commence,
Hopefully,
It will be fun,
I do have one more year,
Then I go and graduate,
I’m really on my own,
I’ll start my biz,
Or get a job,
Do something making dough,
Fortune fame – luck and health,
So I can make my place,
In this realm called Earth,
I’ll make it right,
Then start on something new,
What this is,
I do not know,
But it better be as fun!
-Aaron E-J

Hampshire first years have arrived,
As they settle in,
We go great them,
Help move them here,
And all this does entail,
Great big boxes,
Four flights of stairs,
Time goes to a crawl,
But its fun to see,
These bright new faces,
Yearning to learn,
Learning to thrive,
Thriving to seek,
This knowledge and skill,
And then to apply them,
In project format,
This is their division III.
-Aaron E-J