Flaws

Flaws by Bastille

“When all of your flaws and all of my flaws
Are laid out one by one
The wonderful part of the mess that we made
We pick ourselves undone
All of your flaws and all of my flaws
They lie there hand in hand
Ones we’ve inherited, ones that we learned
They pass from man to man
There’s a hole in my soul
I can’t fill it, I can’t fill it
There’s a hole in my soul
Can you fill it? Can you fill it?
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
Dig them up; let’s finish what we’ve started
Dig them up, so nothing’s left untouched
All of your flaws and all of my flaws,
When they have been exhumed
We’ll see that we need them to be who we are
Without them we’d be doomed
There’s a hole in my soul
I can’t fill it, I can’t fill it
There’s a hole in my soul
Can you fill it? Can you fill it?
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
Dig them up; let’s finish what we’ve started
Dig them up, so nothing’s left untouched
Ooh
Ooh
When all of your flaws
And all of my flaws are counted
When all of your flaws
And all of my flaws are counted
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
Dig them up. Let’s finish what we’ve started
Dig them up. So nothing’s left untouched
Ooh
Ooh
All of your flaws and all of my flaws
Are laid out one by one
Look at the wonderful mess that we made
We pick ourselves undone”

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Ready to Go (Get Me Out of My Mind), Panic! At the Disco

She’s already running…so why not grab his hand while in motion like a baton and race towards life? In doing so, she pulls the speaker out from the forefront of his own mind, thus putting someone else in first place.

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University of Houston Poem (Alma Mater Vol. 4)

From Alma Mater Vol. 4: The South:

*University of Houston*

You are above the Williams Tower.
You are above the J.P. Morgan Chase Tower.
You see that flooring Houston skyline?
You are above it all.
Because you are the Energy Capital.
Were you unaware?
At U of H you’ll feel it,
and though
still unaware—you’ll still
reveal it.
Because you are the Art Cars of Clutch City…the Rockets in this space in-between the expedition through time.
You are more than the color of The Theater District,
You are the diverse makeup found nowhere else the entire region over that shows the beauty of H-Town;
and that such a foundation is never artificial.

&

You are who we are.

You are the making of someone’s favorite Frontier Fiesta carnival ride and the best part of their favorite song.
Just being yourself is the Greatest Performance…

Behold your audience affected.

Frontier your Red and White on Friday and every other day…
For you are as much a part of Houston’s art as every performer, painter, and
athlete who shows that sport is truly an art form:
Our champion golfers like Fred Couples, ball players like Drexler,
and just like the great Olajuwon, you will never want to leave
This great ride you’re on.
You, too, will want to stay in Houston, and you will
grow old as Cougars…
but whenever you lift your Paw, it shall
repeat with time,

I am young.

You can find the link to the entire four-volume collection below!

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University of Nevada – Reno Tribute Poem (Alma Mater Vol. 3)

From Alma Mater Vol. 3: The West: https://www.amazon.com/Alma-Mater-Vol-3-West-ebook/dp/B01CJYOA5A/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Alma+Mater+Vol+3.+The+West&qid=1570660289&sr=8-1

*Nevada*

Wanna know what it’s like to ride with the Wolf Pack?
We don’t take bites of freedom,
Motherfuckers Wolf that.

’Merica

***

Rusty pick-up trucks with tinted windows:
’Merica

Disco Bowling wearing Dangle shorts:
’Merica

Beer Crawls after Balloon Races:
’Merica

Tahoe then a drunken rodeo:
’Merica

Play Keno: Pay Reno,
’Merica

Four years that starts with Hot August Nights
’Merica

My city, ’tis of thee,
Strip Clubs, Ka-ree-oh-kee,
Now, let us sing.
Land where the Rebels tried,
To take our field but died,
Fate of the losing side,
Reno, let’s sing!

Oh, U-N-Ellll-V,
How do we de-scribe thee?
Awful Awful.
Let’s keep the Cannon Blue,
Shame them to drop out school,
Reno has work for you:
Brothel Brothel.

Burgers and the buffets,
Atkins, please go away,
Let the Pack eat.
Bigg-est Li-ttle City,
Don’t take an-y pi-ty,
When Reb-els Run & flee,
Feed on scraps up the street.

Wolf-ie and sweet Alph-ie
Join us in praise of the
Wolf Pack we love.
Team vic-tor-y is soon,
Pack it’s then back to room,
Howl-ing loud at the moon,
This might be love.

My un-i-ver-sity,
Small town of li-ber-ty,
For thee we sing.
Land with the Stur-dy Team,
Land where ca-si-nos gleam,
Join in on Howl-ers’ scream,
Reno, let’s sing.

You can find the link to the entire four-volume collection below as well!

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Paradox of “I Love You”

“You give one heart
You get back two
That’s the paradox
Of I love you

Said when you give your heart
You get one, too
That’s the paradox
Of I love you”

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Southern Miss Poem (Alma Mater Vol. 4)

*Southern Miss*

(Set to the Melody of “Bad Moon Rising” by Creedence Clearwater Revival)

I see—Gold Eagles arisin’,
I see—touchdowns on the way….
I see—these Spacious Skies heightnin’
I see—Good times today…

Ya’ll come watch the flight,
Well it’s bound to change your life,
Theerre’s—Gold Eagles—on the Rise.

I see—gunslingers—athrowin’
I know—they’re passin’ through to score…
I see—records overflowin’…
From one—who’s always #4.

Ya’ll come watch the flight,
Well it’s bound to change your life,
Theerre’s—Gold Eagles—on the Rise.

Allll-right

~20-second Interlude~

Hope you—got no medication,
Hope you—are quite prepared to live,
Looks like—the Eagle Fever’s nation…
Will spread—till uninfected give…

Weelll,
Ya’ll come watch the flight,
Well it’s bound to change your life,
Theerre’s—Gold Eagles—on the Rise.

Ya’ll come watch the flight,
Well it’s bound to change your life,
Theerre’s—Gold Eagles—on the Rise.

You can preview and purchase Alma Mater Vol. 4 below:

You can also find the link to the entire four-volume collection below as well!

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Dream Match

*Dream Match*

Close your eyes
&
Dream with Me.

And together:
Let’s ask the age-old question,
“What if?”

What if two people at their best could defy time and space and meet in the middle of the circle? Not the squared circle, but the blue circle. I’m talkin’ bigger than
Tyson vs. Ali,
M.J. vs. LeBron,
Hogan vs. Sammartino,
more magical than
Batman vs. Superman.
And in this match—
We wouldn’t have to wonder who would win, because it’d be obvious that they both would.
Yes, what if there was a time machine where centuries and decades could come together for the purpose of trampling over time limits—to give us our perfect match?
What if 1987’s Brian Collins met 1924’s Betty Bell?
What if 1996’s Andy Turner met 1795’s Tina Reed?
What if 2010’s Anna Gomez met 1906’s Julius Williams?
Some may wonder what if 1955’s Marilyn Monroe met 1999’s Brad Pitt. But no—you don’t have to be famous to have a Dream Match.
Anybody could create magic—if only they had the chance to meet.
What if our perfect match isn’t in our beds, schools, or hometowns, but in another generation, era…or another town?
Yes, what if 2013’s Chris Wilson from Philadelphia met 2013’s Demetria Wells from Kentucky?
These would all make for quite the showdowns, and something would have to give; most certainly it would be two hearts—of which they would so
gladly give.
In return the world would witness a true dream match: years & years already in the making.
“Some may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.”
So open your eyes now but don’t stop dreaming:
For yourself, the lonely, and the departed:
To meet our
Match ― Made
In Heaven.

You can read the Kirkus Review for Art of Mind III Below:

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/original-clyde-aidoo/art-of-mind-iii/

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