Stainless steel isn’t cheap,
And so I need to plan,
Thinking is the easy part,
But creation stands the test,
I cannot fail,
But need to work,
To get my div III pasted,
The road is long,
And time is short,
So the answer need be speed…
-Aaron E-J
Dreaming of a wire on a block of wood,
That encircles all the squirrels in this place called earth,
That we inhabit and call our own,
I am trying to just formulate a plan to carry out,
Involving every birch bark scrap that comes before my eyes,
And since these things are flammable,
I need to work with care,
Making sure they spark with ease,
Is simple when I dream,
I wish these actions could translate,
Into my waking life,
Right now I need to be content,
And separate my dreams,
With what I do when I’m awake,
For the laws of dream,
Though sometimes seeming similar,
To all I do awake,
Are complexly really simpler,
Than my random sleep.
-Aaron E-J
Dreaming of the longitudinal direction of a trolley…
Dreaming of koala bears doing time for hijacking a bucket…
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