In the Suburbs

Posted on February 21, 2016 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

From Art of Mind: Philosopoems to the World

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*In the Suburbs*

On a cold and gray Chicago afternoon:
A middle class family decides to move
To the Suburbs…
…
Trying to find a home to fulfill their needs
But all they get instead is a bunch of trees In the Suburbs…

So they send the youngest child off away to school
But the other kids don’t take to a kid that’s new In the Suburbs…

Never thought to ask these other kids why
Maybe that’s just the way of preppy Junior High In the Suburbs…

Even though the boy never done one wrong
He spends all his time in his room alone In the Suburbs…

The real world teens are really mean
So he finds fake friends on a ten-inch screen
In the Suburbs…

At his old home he would walk through town
Now eighty blocks long and not a single sound In the Suburbs…

People don’t you understand—
The kid needs a life instead…
Or he’ll grow to be
A sad young man someday…
Take a look at you and me — We have other people to see…
While this kid is stuck in the middle of a rut
Now the only life he sees is the neighbor’s mutt…
In the Suburbs.
…
So he works to break free and gets his degree
Spends a few good years on a college spree…
He works to stay away…
He just needs to — get — paid…
And peace will begin to finally pierce through his
mind…
…
Got a temporary job, but it didn’t pay much
And now time’s run out and he’s out of luck…

Still dead set on the life he’s never had…
He tries to find a job but the market’s bad…
Now the only thing to show is a bunch of loans
After all that work he ends up right back home… In the Suburbs.
…
And as his dreams die…
On a cold and gray Chicago afternoon:
Another middle class family decides to move…

To the Suburbs

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Breaking Love

Posted on February 1, 2016 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

From Art of Mind: Philosopoems to the World

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*Breaking Love*

“Love Can Move Mountains,”
While still
“Standing the Test of Time…”
In spite of wisdom’s common tokens,
Love is quite Easily Broken.

Romance’s Greatest Poet,
Love’s Greatest Romance,
A Poet’s Greatest Lover:
Are all exposed to the advance
of Flesh.

The Fragrance of Love
Is Not
As Potent as Lust,
This Natural Truth
Is what All Couples can Trust.

It seems their slumbering scene,
Put all suspicions to rest…
Though all this really means:
They’re not yet put to the test.

Even if conscience and
Fraud Records are Clear,
This is only until –
Temptation’s Head Appears.

Frequent requests
From a potential mistress,
Many men could resist,
Now try a Worldly Goddess.

That gleam in her eye
Is only shining for one,
Yet that scream of a sigh
Could be evoked by a ton.

It’s not a question of love,
Or a matter of Faith…
What determines your fates –
Is lurking predator traits.

The most devoted spouse
Can still be aroused
By a face in the crowd
If situation allowed.

Some girls may be Chaste,
And some guys may be Saints,
But one Room for Mistakes
Is really All that It Takes.

The lights go out,
Upstairs rendered dim…
All Digital Control –
Handed over to Him.

Cupid’s Savory Potion,
Is what open mouths show,
But in this unlit Heaven –
Their sweeter juices flow.

This carnal paradise —
No mind could forget,
These illicit memories –
Do not reject regret.

The frame, pillar and post
Crack during this primitive poke,
Vows gone cold without cover –
Merge with all the articles Broke.

To “Break Love” is drenched
In Lust,
It’s a term for
Rebels of Passion…
It upholds that
For a Positive Action –
Lies a Stimulating
Wicked Reaction.

While Couples deny this Test,
so they can continue to be Making Love…
Lovers aren’t just Making Lust,
They’re also “Breaking Love.”

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Fences

Posted on January 24, 2016 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

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*Fences*

I could’ve always scored,
If I hadn’t left my guard up…
I stayed watching in the backcourt, When I could’ve had a lay-up.
I hardly threw a pitch — How could I expect to catch her?
My gates wouldn’t let them pass,
I turned the masses to “denses…”
Just throw one more curve my way…
&
I swear — I’ll Swing for the Fences.

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For All the Unwritten Songs

Posted on January 24, 2016 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

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Sam’s Masterpieces
Would take the average artist
Many Sleepless Nights…
For him it came so easy—
Just Another Saturday Night.
Each song went beyond the lyrics—
It bared his soulful spirit.
Each year a new hit hit—
No sign that he would quit.
But he left before giving us more—
Departed right before thirty-four.

When he went the Change had Come,
For all Successors to Use It…
The final Chain from his Gang—
Was “Sweet Soul Music.”
Jimi had just begun his shift,
Before he played his last riff…
Now they’re both playing the “Night Shift,”
With great backup they are with.

Karen Carpenter,
Marvin Gaye…
Weren’t done but that’s okay…
I believe like the Commodores:
That the dead continue to play.

Elvis Presley,
John Lennon—
Played Guitars that had them Crowned in advance…
They may be resting in peace,
But their Piece won’t give
Peace a Chance.

This is for the great that died young,
For all the songs that were never sung,
& If I should prematurely plunge:
Don’t question if another line was in me,
You can bet your ass that I had plenty.

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Ego

Posted on January 24, 2016 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

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*Ego*

Put down your macho ego,
It’s ok to love
Beyoncé’s “Ego.”
It’s ok to bow to Queens,
That doesn’t make you a parasite,
And not the least bit “queer,”
Turn it up louder — it’s alright . You don’t have to like Bette Midler From a Distance.
You’re so far away…
Doesn’t anybody just love pure art, anymore?
Carole was a Queen among “Kings,”
Don’t subject royalty to your demean.

It’s ok to love Beyoncé’s “Ego,” and not just for Kanye’s Propane Spit…
It could very well be her best,
Even though not on her
“Greatest Hits.” It’s ok to sit and look, but Stop hiding behind their looks. Admit it, you like her voice,
Not just because “she’s hot,”
Being macho is OK,
But stop trying to be something you’re not.

That Glitz, Those Steps, Those Moves — All dazzling in that video: Created a Universal Gem — Made in an epicene studio.

Her creativity spread all over that piano,
Ohhh and the way she sang in the end…
Could bring any man to tears — It was truly as beautiful as her glow. . .
Please, put down your Macho Ego,
You can love Beyoncé’s “Ego.”

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The Unbuildable Wall

Posted on January 24, 2016 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

From Art of Mind: Philosopoems to the World

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For there are Boundaries—
Much Wider Than Any City Limit.
Property Lines that bid no X.
With owners and Jurisdiction
too ubiquitous to Lease.
Trespassers Heed the Warnings,
Return to Permitted Provinces
within a comfort zone
with walls that easily contain the blaring sounds
that wake neighbors
and is heard miles away.
Yet there are some sounds
that no wall can contain.
Clapton’s Chords Changed the World,
NWA’s Expression Transmitted far beyond
The Streets of Compton,
Fleetwood Macked Over Gender Lines,
And Sarah’s Angelic Voice…
Should be Remembered by All.
So When Tyrone Jackson
Blasts Madonna for the world to hear—
Remember:

Greatness Knows No Boundaries

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Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast Available Now!

Posted on January 20, 2016 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

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Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast Available Now

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Solitary

Posted on January 18, 2016 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

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*Solitary*

Confinement.
Solitude .
These circumstances I rationalize, When the facts are much more clear:
I’ve been Institutionalized.

Like a stubborn inmate,
I refuse to take the blame… Taking credit for this imprisonment Would further tarnish my name.
No, it wasn’t me!
I was set up from the Go…
The world conspired against me—
I reached out, and they said, “No .”
I justify my sentence — With each stamped letter
&
Eloquent Sentence…
I point out and not to the sky,
Chains Locked on my Repentance .
Though I make a good case,
The Evidence is right in my face:
I don’t want out of this place.

When a man is thrown in solitary,
He won’t come out the same…
The longer he is boxed in — The less of him remains

Not even in General Population —
I’m in this small black hole… Soft hands tried to pull me out — And I dismissed my chance at parole.

Most prisoners take what they can get,
A Halfway-House would Suffice…
If I should leave this hole—I want a Paradise.

What’s more frightening than living in a hole?
Making the hole your home.

I’ve come to expect this slop—
That you’re so kind to serve…
But I don’t want sloppy seconds, So I’ll keep that seat reserved .
I’ve had my chances to flea,
With a decree of “Not Guilty,”
When I saw what arms awaited… I had to Change my Plea .
So I am just a fraud,
I’ve Chose to serve this time… I may be physically confined — But not even I can shackle my mind.

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The Biggest Crime

Posted on January 18, 2016 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

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*The Biggest Crime*

You are a murdering Freak,
&
You’re still not doing time…
But for you to have love while we don’t—
Is the Biggest Crime .

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