The Other Realm Blog

I’m tired,
I’m sleepy,
I feel I need rest,
I want to go to bed,
But there’s much to do,
And people to see,
The list just goes on,
The fact that I’m tired,
Is a quandary at best,
And it needs to leave,
But as sit here writing and sleeping,
And delaying what I should do,
I sink deeper and deeper,
Into the huge hole,
That a poet can only get free.
-Aaron E-J

Oh muffin,
Oh muffin,
Oh mister old muffin,
You look ever so fine,
You are made out of dough,
That is careful stirred,
Until the materials bake.
Oh how it seems,
To take so long,
For them to get quite brown,
But when they do,
And out they come,
The taste can never be topped.
-Aaron E-J

Can I do it?
Yes I can,
How is the only factor I know,
And even though this factor is large,
Not doing it is much worse,
So plugging along,
Is what I must do,
Until I get some results,
Burt out I will try,
To never be,
And a smile I will always have,
Until I get where I’m going,
Then I’ll stop and look back,
And see as to all that I’ve done.
–Aaron E-J

What people need to hear,
Oh so loud and clear,
Is that we don’t drink much bear,
For our form of cheer,
-Aaron E-J

Projects are peachy,
When they have some use,
No mater what it’s for,
They are the best way of learning,
If you do ask me,
But when the projects have too many rules,
They tend to not be fun,
And fun is the purpose of learning and life,
It is why we do what we do,
So always look for the light in the game,
And play it with all it’s worth.
-Aaron E-J

I haven’t gotten a knack for reading the side to side messages and the diagonal ones are impossible, that said, all is done for this message that sense making is of little use.

-The napkin was tired of being stuffed inside cheap plastic packaging; it wanted to be out exploring the world. Not that it really had a good sense of what the world was, as the only other image it had was a brief glimpse of a the factory where it had been born. But this one moment of teaming life before seeing only plastic and other paper products clung more dearly than anything. Not surprisingly, napkins like to keep to themselves, which is somewhat of a good thing as they do not have really any means of communication other than telepathy. This requires years of training and so few napkins even bother to try.
-After about a month of absolute boredom, to which the only respite was sleep, a drastic change was about to occur. It was late September and the leaves were just beginning to turn when the thin synthetic housing of hundreds of the napkins roommates was violently shaken into awareness. After several minutes of this aggressive tossing the bag was ripped open to reveal a picnic being laid out on a gorgeous fall day. As the napkin was picked up, it could help but think that all this time in the bag was worth it just to see this amazing view. And to feel something other than the rough plastic of the bag – the soft feeling of foreign skin as it was wiped across the face of a 14 year old boy.
-Then, of course the napkin remembered little else because it was thrown into the blazing fire three yards from the table which the napkin had first glimpsed the park.
-Aaron E-J

What I want to hear,
Oh so loud and clear,
Is that change is near,
And there will be joy and cheer,
When the world can take dear,
That there should be no need to fear,
Those things have not taken place,
For then you can just make a case,
That where we need to lead the earth,
So that we can go give birth,
To new ideas that make it worth,
The struggle that has brought us far,
But strove to not try to mare,
The things that are
-Aaron E-J