From Art of Mind: Philosopoems to the World *The Unbuildable Wall* 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…
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For All the Unwritten Songs
From Art of Mind: Philosopoems to the World Available Now (Link Below) *For All the Unwritten Songs* Sam’s Masterpieces Would take the average artist Many Sleepless Nights… For him it came so easy— Just Another Saturday Night. Each song went…
The Unbuildable Wall
From Art of Mind: Philosopoems to the World Available Now (Link Below) *The Unbuildable Wall* 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…
Slow Revolution – Alexi Murdoch
“Now Sylvia sat staring out in the depths of a room A moment of light from her brain cut through the dark and pierced the gloom Children’s voices were music, came faint through the wall From such a great height…
I Can’t Understand This – Air Traffic
“It’s not a dream without a doubt.” – Air Traffic
Tagged with: Lyrics, Music, Music Quotes, Philosophy, Quotes
Posted in Lyrics, Music, Quotes, Writing
Posted in Lyrics, Music, Quotes, Writing
Come On – Air Traffic
“I’m a spark to set the truth from fire.” – Air Traffic
I Got A Name – Jim Croce
If your song gets you nowhere, go there proud. #MorningInspiration “Like the north wind whistlin’ down the sky I’ve got a song, I’ve got a song Like the whippoorwill and the baby’s cry I’ve got a song, I’ve got 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…
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…
Tagged with: Art, Blues, Blues Queen, Dinah Washington, Literature, Music, Poetry, Writing
Posted in Art, Poetry, Writing
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