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