The Captive 48-Month Daydream Labeled “Wasted Youth

*The Captive 48-Month Daydream Labeled “Wasted Youth”*

Gagged:
I recall.
Bound:
I felt that much.
Detained:
Jailed without chains.
The rest is a blur
and that’s what
I prefer.

Not a single hour went by that I didn’t have my bell rung.
So excuse me if it’s all a little hazy.
I see red-and-white Vikings.
This isn’t real.
I see a marching band of cliff divers.
They can’t be real.
I’ve already aced the crash course in “who cares,”
Wake me when it’s over.
I’m channeling the kindred teen spirits of Kurt Cobain, Dave Grohl, and every other misguided misfit to my own world: a creative Nirvana.
I’m only beginning to waste this youth,
You can keep the gown,
Just turn me loose.

Exit Dream Street.
Welcome Real World:
Smack dab in the middle.
I’m lost
with
No Direction…
But I’m free.
I’m Free.

From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy
Copyright © 2013 Clyde Aidoo

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Multiple Choice: So Leave it Open-Ended

*Multiple Choice: So Leave it Open-Ended*

Sometimes being gun-shy isn’t due to the fear of pulling the trigger…
but because you’re constantly readjusting your aim.

Because Ms. Right Now could become Mrs. Wife:
When if you waited longer, you could’ve wifed Ms. Right.

So don’t approach half-cocked when you don’t know who’s passing;
If your target’s hit while Ms. Right just escaped,
You solve the puzzle,
“What’s the harm in asking?”

From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy
Copyright © 2013 Clyde Aidoo

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 d=√[(x2-x1)^2+(y2-y1)^2]

There she goes.
Right on schedule.

I’ve got her timing down to a formula, and my neck snaps every time she passes by…
I think that’s the reflexive property.

If she were in my class, then maybe I could actually concentrate…

Nah.

I’d only break her shape down to each complex fragment.
I’m lost.
I want to get in her box, but I bet she’s already in a love triangle…and she’d prolly think I’m too square to be in her inner circle.

Well, I’ll just keep on sizing her measurements,
I know I should pay more attention, but I don’t care—why lie?
I can’t decipher all this hard geometry…
Not when
I’m still stuck on π.

The solution to the problem of all this distance is proving to her that we’d make congruent complements. Now I gotta wait another week for this equation to apply…or at least for another chance to Imagine

While everyone in class is copying the teacher, I’m here doing my own work:

It’s 10,080 minutes until our points meet again—
for just another 5 Seconds.

From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy
Copyright © 2013 Clyde Aidoo

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Sides

*Sides*

Take Sides.
Then take cover.
Command your Surroundings
And warn adjutants of opposed troops.
Shield the fort that your team has built
From
Wannabees
&
Turncoats
And always be on the lookout for
Fifth Columnists.
There is a security in these arms, but
Everybody knows that the same colors don’t always
Shade Traitors.
Capture that Flag,
Fling Paint at Whoever Gets in Your Way…
They say the rules are clear,
But out here—the truth is—
Anyone can be Eliminated,
At Any Time.
Choose your disguise wisely to get you through the competition.
In four or eight years, when it’s over, you can remove that mask covered with paint and take off that Apatetic Coloration…
Until the next time the partners that remain come calling:
And you wear the mask again.

From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy
Copyright © 2013 Clyde Aidoo

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More than Words

*More than Words*

She’s gonna make someone happier than words.
But I won’t tell her that…
Nor should he.

The most poetic sentiments are felt, not said. It courses deep inside more potent than any series of three words he could ever say or any verse I could write.
She in herself is More than Words—Molded in us what she’s never heard.
Now I’ve already said too much. And if you, too, must tell her how you feel:
Tell her in your eyes,
Show it in your touch.

From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy
Copyright © 2013 Clyde Aidoo

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The Romantic

*The Romantic*

  • Look Deeply Into Eyes
  • Speak Sincerely Without Presentation
  • Be Yourself and Make her feel your Urgency:
    These: are the ways—I thought to win—the girl.

The soul of a Romantic is often tamed or defeated by an opponent that may look narrow but is much larger — Goes much Deeper.
Natural Chemistry and Congenial Spirits may win out, but son, it’s a 12:1 Underdog.
This life ain’t always a box of roses,
so before you hand one out—ask yourself if it belongs in this world.
In the end, each damsel is different,
But on some things—it seems—you can depend:

  • Make her feel Alive
  • Stimulated
  • Enthralled:
    These: are the ways—that you can win—the girl.

From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy
Copyright © 2013 Clyde Aidoo

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People Who Walk Slow in the Wintertime

*People Who Walk Slow in the Wintertime*

You know it gets
Cold Outside,
Why do people walk slow in the
Wintertime?

The temperature is frosty and frigid—but is much colder when you’re all alone.
It’s too much for me to bear, while I
Power walk—
They don’t seem to care.

Then I remembered.

They are blanketed with love, bundled with the thoughts of a new bundle of joy or his face when he receives his first
Christmas toy…
They can survive a Chicago Snowstorm,
they have pictures in their wallets to help
Keep them Warm.
Meanwhile I’m unshielded without love’s sugar coat
&
Again-Begin the holidays on a
Sour Note.

You know it gets
Cold Inside—
Watching people walk slow in the
Wintertime.

From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy
Copyright © 2013 Clyde Aidoo

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She & He

*She and He*

She wore a trim pink tank top…
That was the color of her nursery five years ago.
They named her Rachel, and she was the newest of three…a welcomed addition to the
Family.
She holds the brown skin & heart of cinnamon…
Carrying the birthmark of a permanent smile.
Last year she shared her laughter with family and friends, with her dancing rendition of “Billie Jean” at her birthday party.

Today she has medium curls with a yellow ribbon.
To the Bennetts she is Lil Rey-Rey.

Remember the look on Joseph’s face when he unwrapped his Tonka remote-controlled car last Christmas? The Hansons do. He was the boy who lit Christmas. His surprise and animation were a gift they’ll always remember—with or without the aid of their Samsung camcorder.

They named him after his great grandfather Joseph—Lieutenant: 34th Infantry Division.

He has blue eyes and neat blonde hair. He’s wearing a blue polo shirt with playful white stripes along with tartan shorts.

It’s just another day for us as the children gather for this monumental first day in what is to be the rest of their lives.
Come recess, while concurrently with so many on this very playground and around the world:
She and He
exchanged stories, joined hands & families:
The very moment that they said,
“Hi.”

From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy
Copyright © 2013 Clyde Aidoo

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Scrapbook

*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 next generation
Falls Apart.

From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy
Copyright © 2013 Clyde Aidoo

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The Inspiration

*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, “Fried Green Tomatoes.”

This is a world where everyday
Walks of Life
become
Motion Pictures—
Given the right lens.

How can so many seemingly ordinary days inspire so many proverbs, aphorisms, poems, movies, songs, and
Art
Among So Many People?
It is the different strokes of man that allow aesthetes to paint such pretty pictures. At this instant, the inebriated lovers who strip art from the aesthetes are inspired by all too extraordinary days—
Thus it is their works that engulf art the most.

From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy
Copyright © 2013 Clyde Aidoo


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