From Art of Mind: Philosopoems to the World Available Now: http://www.amazon.com/Art-Mind-Original-Clyde-Aidoo/dp/0615429777/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388603246&sr=8-1&keywords=Clyde+Aidoo *Hours in Volumes* Days shouldn’t feel this empty. Sealing capsules without substance lowers already knocked off pedals of will — halting locomotive chains that were barely moving anyway. I’m…
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Etched
From Art of Mind II: All In Available Now: http://www.amazon.com/Art-Mind-II-All-In/dp/0615547028/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1388603246&sr=8-2&keywords=Clyde+Aidoo *Etched* It takes more than ink to be etched into stone. To be engraved one must be graved — Even if not gravely missed. Though one’s demise alone isn’t the…
You’re No Ted Danson…Keep Waiting by the Door
From Art of Mind II: All In Available Now: http://www.amazon.com/Art-Mind-II-All-In/dp/0615547028/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1388603246&sr=8-2&keywords=Clyde+Aidoo *You’re No Ted Danson…Keep Waiting by the Door* It’s good your Inspiration Is so widely-known, If inspired by fiction or a no one — That could land you in a…
Unsung
From Art of Mind II: All In Available Now: http://www.amazon.com/Art-Mind-II-All-In/dp/0615547028/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1388603246&sr=8-2&keywords=Clyde+Aidoo *Unsung* It’s sad how narrow a voice can travel, Even with the Range of a Soprano — Just because so many doors are closed. There’s only room for so many…
The Look of Love
*The Look of Love* She’s dining in the company of a very lucky gentleman — who is currently not in attendance. She’s dining in the memory of a fine, distinguished gentleman — Who is privileged to be this lady’s companion.…
A Salesman’s Omission
*A Salesman’s Omission* “Go out and Live!” Exclaims the world! They sell the notion of Living Every Day Like it’s the last and to not let a single minute Be lost. With a drowsy eye and a wavering head —…
Hours in Volumes
*Hours in Volumes* Days shouldn’t feel this empty. Sealing capsules without substance lowers already knocked off pedals of will — halting locomotive chains that were barely moving anyway. I’m still expected to approve the dross and waste of a full…
Blues Queen
*Blues Queen* She finally made it back to Birdland. It feels like just yesterday she was here in New York City, spray-painting this bitter, hateful earth with the blues. Now she is on Heaven’s replica stage being backed up…
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