The ways we make our ways...


Snow brings a clear headspace
Like a white canvas to paint
On in thoughts with God on love on life
On matters of the heart on these nights
While last turns before a retreat to the hut, only to rest
Living life and breathing with God like it’s my last breath

I make my way seeking out space for thought, this place I know is right
From plank to plank slicing through the snow and ice
Star after star appearing in the night sky
They say nothing but give off lot's of advice
They shine saying don't think just flow because it feels right
Because if she radiates light like us, it just might be worth the fight
I thought about him just playing it before I play it out
But then I wouldn’t learn what this life is about
I would rather invest my time anyways if it’s all for nothing
That’s what makes it, you see is trusting
Even with the possibility of lost love and lost time
It’s never wasted because it was never mine
It was worth spending if only to give and borrow each others sunshine


I look to the sky it always has something to say
Like an open book, or this open snow covered mountain range
They are alive with words of wisdom
Characteristics of God speaking out loud and full of vision
When we are in silent places
All the distractions of life it erases
That's when God's voice becomes a megaphone
You no longer feel alone
He becomes real to the touch
Like a real father in flesh and blood
He speaks to me about life and love
He reaches out to me from the heavens above
If only to say I love you
I’ll answer with I love you too
He’s always there every second
Every thought, dream, and word spoken, he’s paying attention
If I really stop to think, I’m just a guy
And love I men real love stands constant at my side
Lord be my every breath
My every step
Be in my work and in my rest
Help me remember to always give you my best
My love and my trust
For you are Love
God is Love
And Love is God

Aaron Johnson

Determine my step…

Begin with a groggy opening of the eyes

Much like yesterday time seems to fly

What is it time wants with me? I’ll never know

I will never Realize how precious it really is and where it goes

No matters how I try to see it each moment unique like a flake of snow

I break the ice that glues the door to the truck

Tunes playing, I’m thinking already and still at that

As if sleep and dreams where not enough to take care of those thoughts

A big decision before me a door open at the moment ahead of me

I take it and run and leave the rest for now outside on the welcome matt

My wants’ my hopes my dreams and a vacant stash of hats

I wore them all at one time, making out the man I want to be

One experience at a time one dream and yet a large fee

Worth the pay we have yet to see

These honest paydays give me time to ponder and seek

The answer, and time to stair at these feet

They are you hands they are your feet

I have not an answer yet

I have these papers in hand I know no matter what

It’s what I do with it, like really move with it the experience knowledge and tests

That will determine weather it is worth it

Or not

Determine my steps

Make them yours and bring me back

Again and again to your path

You give me my strength and replace each breath

Oh Lord determine my step….

Aaron

Taking God out for Coffee

Lord speak to these things

All of it to you I bring

Your hand creates your hand takes

When I move from space to space

Keep my heart in the same place

With no desire’s

But after the passions you’ve inspired

I don’t just owe it all to you

I am no longer unworthy no longer used

For I am bought and paid for with truth

With blood as the proof

Be my guide on the mountain and in my life

Lord break my habits and show me right

Lead me along her path or close the door

Yeah Lord I wont be wanting more

You know me best we know us less

Lord bring me to my knees test my trust

My heart seeks a blessing lord

Even before I pursue and persist

Without a fathers approval or yes

I can not even begin to seek out a hearts best

Lord I think I’ve seen your best

I’ve found your Gem, your perfect ten

and I don’t know how I know that yet

So Lord I seek you out to be blessed

A blessing a no or a yes….

amen

khush your probably the only one to read this, I thought it would make you smile :)

I wasn't sure at first but some things should be shared to inspire others even if it is personal.

thank you for our friendship and constant encouragment :)

When it flows from the heart it pores from the heart.

aaron

December

I met the girl who invented the smile

or God used to perfect it's style

I can't say I know her yet

If I was to speak truth to it

But i'll try to know her yet

i can't settle for anything less

she don't need the best dress

or my best tux my best vest

secure in who she is

she moves with intention and with grace

causing me the need to check pace

on my advancements and my now challenged thoughts on fate

I believe now to have scratched the knowing of what perfection is

believe me or not

imperfection is perfect for us all

living to make pictures for our walls

drawings for our history to remind us at the end of a trip or a fall

that in the end we get to begin it all ounce more

isn't that what it's all about

new beginnings same folk

old smiles new jokes

If I could have seen your smile tonight

I hope you smiled tonight

I might have never needed another night

i'll spend it wisely trying to fight from breaking out one of my own

just thinking of you at home alone

that smile reaching out across the country to light the beginning of my day

mixed in with the suns rays

Aaron

A spoon full of sugar

When my space becomes one with yours eventually

and I’m feeling that potentially

More is expected of the air between you and me

our words pyramids of crystal colors spreading out evenly

to compliment your beauty and this moment completely

what are words now our smiles say it all

cartoon birds around your head singing as leaves fall

others passing by but time has stopped

pushing past the rain, drop for drop,

shot for shot with compliments we kill each other with kindness

and it all reminds us of the reality that love is good, life is hard, and God is Great

Aaron Johnson

The quote

You got lot’s of people you can do things with, You just have to find someone you can do nothing with. – My Nana ( Grandmother) while telling me her and my grandfathers life story…

I only hope to love people and maybe even one day love another the way they did.

The dream to follow.....

I wish to bring great joy to the faces of a million

Streaming out of the pavilion of hate

Feeling regret and shame for the things we all do

When closed doors are all that enclose me and you

I fell asleep on the shoulder of a grown man

In a train moving away from the fading city lights

On a night I could have been anywhere with many others

He only awoke me to tell of three things my future holds

If I want it to

I want it to

One significant other

Two careers of great joy

And three places that will define the path of my life

Not knowing what I could say that would be right

I asked him If he had to pick one what would it be

He smiles and closes one eye

I try but I can’t seem to move my lips

He speaks and says he’s been many places and taken many trips

But nothing can compare to a road in which you travel not alone but with love

beyond the sea

Sometimes I wish it were laid out

Like a well read story

But there’s something missing and hidden

Like a work of poetry

I guess it serves me right, to write

Yeah you’re just a work of art

An island set apart

Exploring the importants of your every thought to me

To process or not to process

Is that the question or the answer?

I’m fighting off these thoughts like they are some kind of cancer

Spreading through me, vein by vein

Trying to put a pause on this brain

You can’t hold what was never meant to be held

Or cage it up, like I’ve seen before

I guess sometimes-taking action

Is not moving at all

If I could let it be known now

It’s probably easier right now to let go

I don’t have the answer to this storm

But enjoy the drops while they are there

If just one drop is all I got

I would trade it up

Fighting through a million storms

At least for an understanding of a million poems

Foundations

These things sit and wait for an exhausting end

To a well know pain provoked by existing

In the pockets of the people I ounce called friends

In there roads a bend away from me I hope

I look through the window of a heart I don’t know

I’ll always be wiping my sleeve with these cheers

I presume past tears, hip hip hurray I’ll say

You stop for a second just to speak for what

Neither reel of yours play’s real things just empty space

You tried we will always say, I find a half a smile and frown

Your looking up then looking down

Your black and white is a grey you don’t make a sound

How was your day, you too.

These sidewalks I walk

Staring down at children’s chalk

The words they write with age we forgot

To stop and listen our job and volunteer position

To acquire this acquisition of what is

Instead of his thoughts on truth and now

Her thought’s being let go like balloons from the roof

Here are your shoes now run on to something new

You got 99 red balloons but my love isn’t one of those truth’s

Always remember this

Life's too short for what if's and plans let today take you by the hand, we got to much to give and this life is to beautiful to waste in the grey space. I'm looking for solid colors I’ll be happy every moment now that’s a goal worth fighting for. Not an empty world you call home. I’ll make it yet. Never feel bad for trying, but know when enough is enough. All these words are safe bets. The best you’ll ever get to make. These things everyone can change and choose. Someone ounce told me they don’t see things in black and white and you can’t choose black or white and find themselves in the grey. I find myself thinking in my mind don’t you see the third option choosing solid colours of al kinds. I guess I’ll keep moving happy and content in this life.

Cards of hearts and streets swimming in the flood

only two way streets work for two and your on a one way street.

You can't always be knocking down walls some where meant to stay up

maybe one day you'll find a hammer

I tried to lend you mine

but that's fine you showed me your not in place to use it yet

at least my hammer at that in a matter of fact

no terms are the best to leave on

it's just a bitter sweet symphony

no one lost no one received

a funny thing these things

the moments that take place

the situations we face

that almost never get the time a day

They never make it onto a hardcover book or a paper script

because there is no real ending

because of a lack of beginning

but a story none the less

I guess with that comes.....The end.

Lest we forget

it's funny sometimes after we have written something and you may not like the piece of writing at the time for either this or that, but as time passes and you dig through your writings you find appreciation for writings ounce again and allow yourself to appreciate it for what it is. I have a lot of new writings I was thinking of posting but in turn just like the choice of which vehicle to drive today, I chose the old one all dusty in the garage to bring out and shine for yet again one more drive....

Towards the back we push

First in line, for the a last place rush

Freedom fighters and last name writers

One pushes a little more paper than the other

Dose that make it any less of a desk job, or reason for excitement

I had a dream not to plan and confuse beliefs with truths

I wish nothing but to turn a key that opens the door to what’s right

Wholesome and bright free flowing with no end in sight

There was some long lost laughter standing out

a long sought after smile from a well spoken mouth

it made me miss every star standing out in the sky, which was our backround

free flowing sand you could run a hand through

I saw the color of a daylight blue sky just sitting there in her eye

a free spirit with love in her life a heart with a void spoken for

by a man after my own life

yeah and she’s looking for an open road

she’s like an independent rose, one you couldn’t pick

because your just watching it grow

so you plant yourself there in hopes to soak up the same sun

it shakes your life and all your plans

moving mental mountains over never ending lands

scattering your thoughts every which way

as you spend the next 200 days wondering if

seeing that face will ever get old and somehow you wonder if your home