*Me Against the World* Never take your eyes off the opponent…Any great will tell you that.Even before the bell,Tyson was the best at that.I’m alone in the corner.Eyes on opponent.Always on opponent.I pace, loosen, stretch, waggle.They may remain steadyor step…
“Go out and Live!”Exclaims the world!They sell the notion ofLiving Every DayLike it’s the lastand to not let a single minuteBe lost.With a drowsy eyeand a wavering head—I sit up in my bed,and respond, “How much does that cost?” From…
*Hours in Volumes* Days shouldn’t feel this empty.Sealing capsules without substance lowers already knocked off pedals of will,halting locomotive chains that werebarely moving anyway.I’m still expected to approve the dross and waste of a full 24-hour rotation,and send it out…
*For Those Who Can’t Find the Words* Not everyone can afford togo on a shopping spree of assorted degrees―Education isn’t always earned— sometimes it’s simply paid for.Some may not be legibly gifted,or Do have a say, but just can’t lift…
*Promiscuous Birth* Only on thisFlawed Earth:The more people you love,The more people breed hate. From Art of Mind: Philosopoems to the World Copyright © 2011 Clyde Aidoo
*The Great Diversion* An Author writes his novel—Hoping he’ll make it big…A Musician plays in his Band –Hoping for a Larger gig.An Artist paints a canvas—Hoping to be on display…Broadcast Majors plan to Announce—They study Play by Play.An Athlete Runs Many…
*Flip the Switch* When I walked into your illuminating room,My eyes correlated the Brightness.It may have been this two-fold Ray,That caused me to be so blind.Rendered Dim,I was unable tolook any further.The room remained blissfulStill—The only charge wasIgnorance.When I dared…
From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy *Scrapbook* Precious carats of time cannot be restored— Not even by Chips off the Block. We can only pick up the scraps and protect this lasting jewel, Even when the…
From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy *The Inspiration* When life hands them lemons, They make Masterworks. Days that begin as tomatoes— They grind into Heinz Field. You see tomato, They say tomato— But they don’t simply say, “tomato,” but rather,…
“I’m always waiting for you girlI’m always waitingSo maybe I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I’ll waitAnd maybe I’ll wait too longYou were the first but you won’t be the last if I keep traveling onAlways, look forward, and may all your…
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