Remeber

It’s a place like this I rewind to

A feeling I unwind to

A freedom ounce more from the capture

Of an unknown game with an unknown score

I find freedom ounce more

I realize the things I ounce held close to home

They are that we are on a path towards ourselves

I remember what I believe

That the day you end the path towards yourself to discover it leads you right to me

And on that day I shall know her name

But to the ones I meet and cross paths with along the way

They bear only fruit or reminders

A conversation to reflect on and learn and make sense of ones word

I find the only one for me will in fact not dream of the beasts that run free

But live in open spaces and run with me like we are one in the breeze

This life is but a breeze, it moves you in mysterious ways and in an instant is gone

Which is why we shall move forward knowing our happiness does not cost a thing

That our love does not begin or end on the worries of troubling little things

That will not exist as a wall to the freedom we share

But as a river to the perfect partnership so rare

We could not explain a way to have it this way if we tried

Our power yet shear grace as we become one will echo the beauty and fruitful life

Of a great divine sunset on a perfect night

I remember why I’m here

I can see again it’s clear

Why patients is the virtue and faith is the only truth

I remember all the gifts I have and the future you have for me will amaze me as your proof.

Thanks

I’m Missing the Boat to Catch the Plane

I’m standing next to a grain of salt

My two shoes moving back and forth

The music losing the beat to my feet

I’m thinking through more words and lines

Then this song can contrive

I’m just feeling great in a state of one

Plus one to make two only works if it’s right

If it makes light of life when in vain despite the rain

One makes sense attached to these things

Yeah I’m intentionally missing this boat to catch the plane

The lord hands me life in the palm of my hand

I’m making less sense to myself

And more sense to the king, he knows the man I have not found

These things I’m no longer bound to and yeah he becomes the song’s sound

He sat there at the bottom of the sea with me his arms wrapped around

I should have been left to drown, the dusk had just begun

You brought me out of the sea, to stand on land to watch the sunrise ounce more

I’m here just to be; I stare at my hand, the sun still rising in the distance

Take my heart towards the path of most resistance, so that I may see my hearts desire

So I may exercise the self-control you armed me with

So I may walk this wire the things we say travel along

Standing on top of the useless sound so strong

Of lost voice and lost choice, I would rather make in your light

In your light

My mind body and soul cries out let me see your light

I’m standing next to a grain of salt

I’m intentionally missing the boat to catch the plane

-Aaron Johnson

Bird

Aaron Johnson

yeah I can see you, smiling like there’s nothing to prove

Just a poet grove in one ear

The rain falling all around you

God just reminding the city he’s still there

Amongst the concrete and steel

Your strong in your step

I don’t know how you got there yet

Just trying to piece it all together

I have this canvas, where both painting on

Both leaving some colours on the shelf

Something I guess we can’t help

Although I wish I could

Yeah and I know I have all the time in the world

Just observing a free bird

I hope you’ll always be a free bird.

Being Chased by this Winter Space

Six days in the winter chase

The unfamiliar space I’m walking in

Makes the days feel like play writes in place

To temporarily fill your grim existence still behind

The wall, it is our right. To build on bricks wasting away,

Painting over their stains, your still breathing in the air of someone else

Your eye’s filled with their pungent stair

I am aware but completely unaware

Assuming the worst to avoid this curse

Should I just grab a brush, and help a useless circle,

Are we able to help ourselves?

I ounce chased a circle of knowledge

That kept me running towards the answer only ever on it’s heels

Using Spinning tires and steering wheels in order to find places of rest

Using feet and packs caring facts to be screamed from the tops of mountains and rocks

I feel these places and spaces keep the fill of my thoughts to the vast

Landscape lost, for I am more than this reality

Feeling my duality, between you and the fact of whom we all are

A standard answer is what we can’t speak

It’s too hard to keep, if I knew how it worked

It would only further a search,

But in that and that alone I find worth

Each new stage a birth

In that is worth

Food on thought or food for rot

Aaron Johnson

I forgot what happens when you don’t mean to practice

And that it might not mean a thing to the other team

It had been so long since I let the ball bounce in my court

I forgot what it felt like to submit to carless thought

We let things in and by like a paid guard on a security line

Letting words and knives through on a telephone wire

Seeking out the colors on the shelf, painting’s can happen without help

And it forms, and forms and you don’t mean to conform at all

To that pattern of this weary and fragile pale style of silent mile Long paper receipts,

For things you can’t take back or exchange or even keep,

We end up buying more fine lines to decide the fate and place

Around the existential thoughts that bleed our banks dry

I just want to be depositing these franks and dollars and cents

I know it’s only for rent; your space is a mansion on a hill the gates unbent

With a fountain to be unleashed and replenished as it’s spent

As it’s washing away others tears or fear and repent, this life is for living

I say the living is for life, that your living is for life, what giving is to right,

And what apology is to fight. It’s worth its strife in Gold, my words hopefully not

Spoken to bold, but as food for thought as this life unfolds into the palm of whoever

Decides to hold on tight with me what a sight it will be.

Fly

Aaron Johnson

I’m just flying home

It could even be in last class

An that’s just fine

Cause in the end green or brown it’s all grass

But what is home

Yeah some say it’s where the heart is

But can the heart be in two places at ounce

I’ve got more insight

Like a man, a prescription closer to sight

Making a way to a brighter light

Cause yeah I feel the warmth

I’m just looking back

On my future

My future’s wondering

Will it always be wondering?

What I’m doing

Another rainy day

Raindrops drop

Like a fella with skip in his step, he can’t stop

There dancing across a landscape

Rolling along playing natures song like a cassette tape

I’m bound by the sound in a way I can’t explain

I just place a thought in each drop

And watch as they roll on down the road and away

A calm sense of awareness that I can agree with, I hope it stay’s

Always and for as long as I need it to

For just the thought of an unbalance in either worlds

Makes not a cent of sense, something we all don’t need, in other words

I’ll let those drops and thoughts run into streams

Filling the streets passing by as the sun comes out what a gleam

And dry’s them all up, to dream a new dream

Cause I don’t know the road ahead or what this all might mean

But that’s all and well with me

Does time exist, it came and went so fast

The leaves ounce on the tree, a beautiful green

the only evidence of time is the red leaves at our feet

but as for me I can’t complain

I just keep finding my way on up and down these changing lanes

Just moving In and out of sun and rain

- Aaron Johnson

Maps and Mouse traps

Aaron Johnson

Often times

We find

The things we weren’t looking for

In the things we weren’t trying not to find

And you end up staring

Into the face of fait

Learning the gun goes off on it’s own

Jumping before you can

There you are looking at the rings of fire you would rather hold than jump through

Just another clown on his way to work

Your intentions thought up but not by you

Waiting for that nine to five o live in the staff room

Yeah plans don’t get you far from that clock

That’s why I leave an empty map next to my bed

Yeah and I know who’s got the marker

He’s just working with the paper I give him

I’m just the paper

I see him every time I stare up at those stars

Why the God who placed the stars in the sky would wash my feet

I’ll never understand, I could just stare at his sky forever and never understand

Only know how he makes me feel

How he makes it all real

Patterns

Aaron Johnson

The never ending rows of tail lights

echo the thoughts of societies patterned lives

like the picket fence

I ounce saw and set a flame

for the echoing thought of self growth I found myself needing to pursue

reluctant to be moved from this path

I still stand moving forward this pen in hand

Pursue love and grace to leave this trace of positive energy

paint the futures picture

for today tells of tomorrow

only if you forget to paint again

each day becoming more than the next

this is your only escape from yesterdays mistakes

take up your brush and paint

resisting the paintings that jade your painting today

take your freedom and paint.

Feeling free

Feeling free

Aaron Johnson

Can’t stop leaving for the next spot

Got to find what’s hiding round the next bend

Who’s there to meet, and hear about where they’ve been

The things that bring us together, are the things we share with each other

So sit down, relax take a little time with a new friend

For that we should all have at least a minute to lend

Chat about the sunny days, and beautiful landscapes

And make plans for our next escapes

It can get you lost, or it can get you found

It can get you tired, or asleep in the sun

At the top of a rock, or at the bottom of the sea

But it’s all the same feeling the real meaning of free

The real meaning of, one level of love, that’s meant to be.

Cocoon's and Monsoons

Some times in life your nothing but a blind man

Striving for something that was destroying you

Inhibiting you from a real life and future

I was that man a year ago

Today and this month are the anniversary

A year ago I would promise myself to make up for a lost year

I would have never guessed I would be where I am today

Along with getting lost along the way

Many times

I opened my eyes

I saw

The sun sets on this coast

Sometimes it’s not thinking outside the box that makes the difference

But seeing outside the box that does – Aaron Johnson

Metal and concrete mean go

Aaron Johnson

The day is here, I am leaving behind the manufactured feelings of everyday life in pursuit of the real concrete things in life, faith, love, and the joy found in the natural world that surrounds us, that surrounds the man made, dying strategically enclosed spaces that house the mass majority of mankind. How we found ourselves only surrounded by metals and concrete buildings I will never know. I just know it’s time to go

The deepest feelings in the world are found

When the search turns deeper and deeper down

Into the depths of the human brain and soul

Pushing past rationalization, stereotype, conservative like barriers

Past your past mistakes, the things that ounce defined you in the moment

Those mistakes were made, a challenge to think deeper than a saying like take it like

a man, for words in the end mean nothing

the search will take you face to face with yourself

a realization of the man you can be and push you off your shelf

Into a world exploring endless possibilities bound for greatness

even if it is only to yourself. -   Aaron Johnson

Reminded

Aaron johnson

 

Sometimes life feels like a moment of suppressed emotion

Lost for words, but struck better yet, endowed with feelings of every which

Direction.

A gift, yet a feeling of utter desperation. Knowing every direction to turn, the only

Way to think on a forward ascending path towards all that is for my own good, 

I stop just to hear my lungs move in and out, the air rushing in and out. I stop

To hear the beat of my heart, It reminds me of who I am and what I will become and

How far I have come. I remember watching it happen as if I where watching it for

The first time, soaking every moment of expression into the depths of the heart that

Continues reminding me of who I am, what I will become and how far I have come. 

A list of things to do before I die, hanging on the wall before me another empty box

Stares back, knowing that in a month’s time it could have in it a check. But nothing

feels

The same, it’s like every box is just the next thing I hope to find that feeling in. But

For now that’s enough for now that’s just what is needed to push forward and

continue experiencing and learning and growing.  For I am reminded of a

Chapter to come, one that is new one that is right, one that is created by you, crafted

A new, carefully placed in the care of my choice, and I choose you, for only you

Could create something of such beauty, only words cannot describe yet I try.  She’s

Sitting in a far off place, looking towards your sky, Wondering if such perfection

Exists, and it does from every little moment we stop to look, and we find that

Feeling together in you.

The Easy Rise

Aaron Johnson

The body knows what time it is

Something for even the world, I wouldn’t miss

The sheets just fall off

A suit replaces the cotton cloth

The sun just waiting for me to arrive

Before an undescribable light show comes alive

The board propped against the kitchen table

Fleeding 5 stories down the stairwell

I meet the grass with the skin upon my soal

I meet the sand at the waters edge my footprint creates a mold

A marathon begins running into the sea

Hop the first 3 coming waves

Now my chest meets the board

Arms kick into gear, the rip becomes my blue road

A fighting paddle brings me to the breaks edge

And there I sit as the most beautiful show on earth begins

The sun peaks up from the unchanging blue

The water sparkles with a rainbow of colours

My feet just dangle in the water

There is no cost for this show

 it pays you

This is my movie, this is my tv

No man can ever match the clarity with a television screen

 

The endless blue

Aaron Johnson

 

The people passing by

On they’re way to good times tonight

The corso lights match the stars in the sky

But we all know their imitations in disguise      

 

I’m found just still, the sand between my toes

No wheat in a bottle can compare

To this high planting my feet into the ground

The endless blue orchestra playing their sweet song

 

 

He designed her to keep this song on replay

I know it will never get old

It’s a song so elegant yet bold

It’s what keeps me rolling on down this road

 

She holds treasure

Not had by plastic or bought with gold

Not captured by a shutter or a brown clay mold

We can all try, but it just brings us back to her

I’ll always come back to her.

I’ll always come back for her

From the depths of my heart to the clock on the wall

The intriguing thought of a well thought plan

A plan I don't know or follow, but it follows me

Time thought to be wasted, has been time well spent

in retrospect  of learning to manage what it is I shall expend or find myself doing 

while time passes on. I have wasted many minutes to make hours to find days, but

each minute I learn to save a second from the depths of waste itself

By Aaron Johnson

Striking me this thought almost knocking me out

The exit sign shining bright red

Almost nagging as if to suggest a death today

something leaving, and this death is not mourned

The double doors with fingerprints and hands

Oh how many hands, the hands that built this place

Each a story and an origin of which is only unique to them

These prints will soon wash as new hands begin a part of their story here

what is it this thought that has so brilliantly been to me?

I watch as old friends meet

Each wrinkle with a story to tell

Forget these walls, because a body can talk, oh how little it needs to say

As I watch and listen, something new is happening here,

Instead of take the well-worn path of ignoring this thought of mine,

I look closer, defying everything I'm told I should be

I look into there eyes, the wrinkles disappear,

The energetic, graceful, loving, experimental, people reappear,

Oh how beautiful things we look right on past,

These eyes, and only the gaze at these eyes,

Tell me one day you will be here

What will our eye's say?

Even if no one ever sees them this way

What oh what will they say?

Will they show you loved, in it's entirety

Will they show you were loved

Will they show your love for the everything above?

Will they show loss, will they show growth beyond that loss?

Will the show forgiveness

Will it show the mistakes made

Will they show the the struggle of good and evil

Will they show how lost we can be, and the fight back to understanding

Will they tell you I am not old but getting ready to start the rest of my life

Mine have seen these eye's

Will mine show growth after this moment this space of thought in time?

I choose.