We can all be Free...In our minds

I am aware my poetry is not exceptional...  and yet I know from experience when I am dealing with an extreme case of writers block...the best medicine is Music, Art and Poetry.  And so I find myself up after midnight, headphones on listening to "Maybe Not" by Cat Power after hearing it play during some obscure movie.  I've played it twenty or so times...as I sit here in the dark...the only light coming from my laptop screen and the christmas tree still up despite the fact that christmas has come and gone...I am at an odd place in my life; an almost surreal place.  And so, as I begin this journey to free myself of this writer's block, I can only imagine that what comes from my soul and touches the surface of paper...will be equally awkward...but hopefully someone, someday will find some sort of beauty in it...

Admit Time

I really dreamed

When I was new

Shot orange flowers out of bazookas

In yellow sundresses with white trim,

Walking down the beaches of paradise.

Time is a heavy sand, running through fingers

Sifting through toes and hardening the soles

To accommodate these rough paths we pave

And follow.

Dreams are nothing but sand

Running like rivers through the crevices

Of a beautiful yet

Casually Underestimated mind.

Mind…and mine

Is a black and unwanted vision

Of the world.

And so I lived comfortably in my dreams

When I was new

For they were pearly, shiny, sun filled things

Like on the tv with all the smiling golden haired cherubs

Life is never what

They want it to be.

Life is most times

Everything we don’t expect

And yet time plays on; the chords of a  piano

Keeping step, tapping and moaning

An opera of a life…

An opera of a life…

Oh how time has played me…

Oh how life has dimmed…

Oh how my dreams have bled of color into simple things

All black and white, no dialogue, only muted flashes…

And yet time plays on; a song no one wants to hear

And yet…

The wise…so few in number….

Know…the opera of life…

Has no

True

Ending

Everything is perfectly circular

Yes, even this silly

Mess of moments I have collected

In a place I know nothing of

Where I must belong, where I am held captive

For an unknown

time…

By

Haajar Johnson

We are Star Dust...

When I listen to Daft Punk...I am 100% sure we are all Star Dust...looking for ways to collide...connect and be reborn to once again shine as brightly as the sun...

Running from the world...

'This world truly scares me...  when I run I don't know if I'm doing it for the health benefits...or to run away from it all...but ultimately there's no escaping the realities we create on the planet...its not flat...we can't just fly over the edge and into utopia...we have to face the facts, deal with the truth...and somehow create our own happiness...one way or another...' Hajee

The Search for Avonte

Decided to put my legs to good use today and help with the search for missing autistic teen Avonte Oquendo. At one point I was walking along the train tracks where I'm sure I wasn't supposed to be but the gate was open and I figured since Avonte is known to have an affinity for trains, it made sense to search every nook and cranny.   However, after 5 hours of searching...No luck.  While I did put up a lot of posters it was difficult not to feel painfully disappointed knowing I had not been successful in finding this lost child.  Don't know how this family (or others who have been through this nightmare) cope... I am proud to see the amount of love and support pouring in to the family from so many new yorkers and people all over the world.  

Its so weird when things like this happen...  The volunteer tent was near the new luxury high rises in LIC and as I returned after the search, feet hurting and honestly just wanting to cry a bit...It was hard watching the rest of the world pass by looking as if they didn't have a care in the world.  But then again... I guess that is what we want.  Everyone to live happily, untouched by nightmares like this.  All in all, I pray and hope this sweet child is foundI took some flyers home and will post them in manhattan tomorrow.  The more people who see this poster, see his face and know the story...I'm sure we will be able to get him home safe where he belongs.  <3

unharmed. 

Life is a PUZZLE...but we can SOLVE it with LOVE

I wrote this after seeing the news clips on the Trayvon Martin case...watching way more news than I generally like to...and feeling a bit concerned about race relations and the future of our world....

"At some point we ALL need to SIMPLY step back...and look at the BIG picture...see where we currently fit in and do our part to put it all TOGETHER... Life is a puzzle...but we CAN solve all our problems the moment WE think, work and LOVE as ONE." -Hajee

 

Cherry Blossom Fever!

Dear Mr.or Mrs. Cherry Blossom,
I'm Ready!
Regards,
Hajee

Yin-Yang Perfection

“They love you then they throw you away…As humans we love to build up only to tear down…it is better to be mediocre…walk the middle line; be too great for disdain but not quite enough for vicious envy…The answer to all questions in life is moderation. The space between Yin and Yang…is perfection.” -Hajee