“People like us, we don’t
Need that much just someone that starts
Starts the spark in our bonfire hearts”
#Art
Bonfire Heart
Alive
Two songs of the same title of the same year, both seeping with the same agenda evident found in their lyrics and at their cores: both songs want the listener to feel alive.
One of the things I find beautiful about this is that it symbolizes that your liveness does not interfere with another’s. These two songs could make the same person feel peak alive, and both songs have surely made different people feel more alive than the other. But what might intuitively seem to be a competitive environment often is not. Music is but one beautiful example of that.
There’s more than enough life to go around. And there’s enough gust from music to make us all feel alive whenever we need that feeling the most or just want the rush.
Afterlife
“Afterlife, oh my God, what an awful word
After all the breath and the dirt
And the fires that burn
And after all this time
And after all the ambulances go
And after all the hangers-on are done
Hanging on to the dead lights
Of the afterglow”
#Art
17 Crimes
“If I wasn’t so cold
We couldn’t freeze this moment.” -AFI
It’s perhaps the coldest words and moments that freeze in us the most.
And the survival of the coldest seasons still becomes encoded in our DNA.
All Too Well
“Hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise
So casually cruel in the name of being honest
I’m a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
‘Cause I remember it all, all, all too well.”
Comparing herself to a crumpled up piece of paper in this relationship is a brilliant metaphor. The words and memories are forever etched, but the object in which they reside will never quite return to the way it once was, no matter how much the subject or the object attempts to straighten it all out.
It’s funny how we can be that crumpled piece of paper, retaining everything that can’t be the same again, and yet simultaneously be a fresh page of a brand new notebook, feverishly adding to a story we hope never ends.
Fade Into You
“If I was just ashes and you were the ground
And under your willow they laid me down
There’ll be no trace that one was once two
After I fade into you”
#Art
Holy Ground
“Spinnin’ like a girl in a brand new dress
We had this big wide city all to ourselves
We blocked the noise with the sound of “I need you”
And for the first time I had something to lose”
Not In Attendance; Still Taking Notes
From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy
*Not In Attendance; Still Taking Notes*
Every relationship there is or ever was—
Has been taken for granted.
Yes, including yours.
Not that You care.
Your love is Solid and Enduring…
It is also rare, special,
&
Especially Unique…
That’s all that matters.
Even if you two are the only in the world—
Who fully know,
or
Truly Care,
They aren’t here.
They weren’t there.
To everyone else you’re just two more people holding hands, walking down the street, sitting in the theater, or showing PDA.
Many close to you know of your union, and for an instant, so do onlookers also
In Attendance.
It doesn’t matter that they don’t seem to care—
They aren’t here.
They weren’t there.
***
For whatever it’s worth: I’m intrigued by your past—and what your future brings,
I know some moments and details are sacred:
But I want to know Everything.
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/
Alaska Pacific University Poem (Alma Mater Vol. 3: The West)
*Alaska Pacific University*
Two words have never modeled one thing—
More than this thing which APU clings,
The words are apart, but like us they need the other,
There is a oneness found in Each Other.
In the largest state, we have found much free space,
But it is blistering without a kiss or embrace,
The words are apart, but like us they need the other,
There’s a certain warmness found in Each Other.
Like the trees of rainforest canopies,
And much like the motion—that comes from separate skis,
They may be apart, but no doubt they need the other,
Like us they form a oneness derived from Each Other.
Two words and three letters can embody many things—
None more than this thing which APU clings,
There’s a Blue oneness from Each Other none can pry
That begins at the Fountain—and sprouts up when we Dye.
You can find the link to the entire four-volume collection of Alma Mater below!
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Time is Love
Brilliant song theme. Time isn’t Money. Time is Love.
Sometimes it’s not about the money you’re missing, but the moments you’re missing.
Gotta go.
