Her Beauty In The Dark

2012-01-27T18:19:00.000-08:00

beach is neat beach is beat
beach is Fridays dirty sweet treat

green woes of wednesday get blown away
wind & water won't let that ish stay

stare, perplexed, at that american flag
wavin' big & proud not a hint of sad

bad boys club of brick & mortar
skull & bones little shop of horrors

if i could i'd join the club
the cat of curiosity slips on Masters glove

of secret stars & secret planets
beneath beach beauty's lie america's have-nots

buried quietly along the border
& under mountains worth more than a quarter

of that 1% big ol' pool of money
lemme take a dip in that stickysweet honey

just a sip of milk, maybe some cookies
to shut my mouth & pretend i don't see

skinny palm trees made of gold
big Bank cruise lines ain't never grow old

they'll sail the seas as long as they can
menacing pirates with the Master Plan

rape the economy with yer trusty map
of power & greed while President naps

shuts his eyes & dreams of crashing
waves of Victory, a good Congress lashing

so whats to come in years ahead
more of the same, or new trails tread

Hope he said, shall lead the way
Hope we said, for bills we pay

for bills we pass for bills we squander
for bills we hustle for bills we wonder....

Jan 27, 2012- Santa Cruz, California

2012-01-25T14:41:00.000-08:00

*perspective drawing

makes me want to cry..

tears of howthefuckdoyoudothis.

(my 5year old attempt at

a backyard).

los gatos, california. jan 2012

2012-01-21T22:13:00.000-08:00

*2 of my favorites*

2012-01-20T11:17:00.001-08:00

The florescent sun

of the City Of Lost Angels

melts plastic intentions

but not plastic parts

baywatch barbies bounce

along stretches of

angel-food cake beaches

too sweet, one piece will do

surfers, bleached out hair

black eyes, stand strategically

next to Beachcomber box cars

playmobile Lifeguard houses

perfectly placed on this

expansive movie set

sun that blinds souls,

bleeds decency, breeds cancer

of the pocket & mind

mexican manboy, sleek black BMX

drinkin' his mornin' frapp-

smiles-

creates a beautiful fog to guide

the Way

amongst The Vagrants Of Venice

righteous princes & princesses

overshadowing quant canals of loveliness

Santa Monica Carnival looms,

the clowns here are actually paid

to play the part-

Jump through hoops, jazz hands

see my smoke screens & mirrors??!

painted on smiles, red nose Knows

audition at your local coffee shop

for the next Ultimate Discovery

far down PCH, there sits

a small swing set, built for minatures

black, 6 swings sway, empty, inviting

traffic is there. sea is there. as is smog.

waves lap & laugh amongst themselves

imaginary quiet against the chaotic karmas.

so sit, bury feet in sand, write it all down.

Jan 19, 2012. Los Angeles, California.

2012-01-16T15:31:00.000-08:00

2012-01-08T11:04:00.000-08:00

i got a tumblr.

and i love it.

vision board in motion!

http://moresunshineplease.tumblr.com/

come visit.

2012-01-07T18:43:00.000-08:00

pencil sunsets

are always grey.

2012-01-01T20:12:00.000-08:00

2012-01-01T08:12:00.000-08:00

new years blues.

the unexplained kind.

the joyful sad beautiful kind.

the unknown tomorrow

can't recall yesteryear too much kind.

the i really love life

glad to be a part of it kind.

bedhead she said good morning

with bright calm smiles kind.

the sweet dreams embodied

kind.

the rice pudding sunday morning kind.

the beginning the end

and the delicious middle kind.

the good day kind.

jan.1st, 2012. brooklyn, ny

2011-12-30T21:24:00.000-08:00

december 30th.

F train, new york city subway.

orange line, 1:32pm.

2011.

sad folk. happy folk. in-between folk.

nothing special.

extra ordinary.

just another day.

really, every mans perfect poem.

2011-12-30T20:43:00.001-08:00

2011-12-29T20:56:00.000-08:00

2011-12-25T22:27:00.000-08:00

every time i say

hello to you,

i am also saying

goodbye.

goodbye sweet love

goodbye sweet life

hello old friend

hello pure joy.

every time i say

goodbye to you,

i am also saying

hello.

2011-12-23T22:57:00.000-08:00

2011-12-22T16:34:00.000-08:00

buttery thighs

how i love

buttery thighs

skinny slenders

ain't for me

with buttery thighs

that's where i'll be.

2011-12-21T16:23:00.000-08:00

mile-high city

equals mile-high nausea

no mile-high meringue pie

for this belly

or mile-high vomit

will paint the town yellow.

-----------------

hypochondriac says

it's cancer. must be.

Has. To. Be.

maybe MS, or some new

illness that is most definitely

incurable.

not too many glasses of

red wine last nite. mixed

with Denver elevation sickness.

nope. i'm definitely dying.

denver, colorado. december 19, 2011

2011-12-21T16:18:00.000-08:00

polar bears like privacy.

icy love language

thick skin loyalty.

-----------------

29.

oh you're so young!

hardly.

and so very.

greys have begun

migrating south

to more visible

places in the sun

twenties are nearly

gone

only credentials gained

inside my brain

and a broken & mended

broken & mended

heart.

repeating the patterns

of being human

sex. eat. consume.

release. dismiss. discover.

rediscover. cry. obsess.

love. scream. love.

cry.

delight for days.

soon i will die.

the end.

(again).

2011-12-21T10:01:00.000-08:00

2011-12-21T09:59:00.000-08:00

2011-12-20T13:37:00.000-08:00

the point is.

Love.

the point is.

Effort.

And.

Discipline

Gently.

The point is.

Honor.

With Joy.

With Steadfastness.

And.

delicate grooming.

Wild eyes.

my point is.

You.

the one who's

Heart is on

both sleeves

under hem lines

behind sunglasses

beating True.

2011-12-20T13:35:00.000-08:00

2011-12-20T13:28:00.000-08:00

your kisses taste like money

dirty rude tender

green envy unseen

cramped room cheap

linen

mind can't breathe

screaming screams only

i can hear.

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poets chair no despair

not a care always flare

flipped out hair sit

and stare space does

share...

bright golden lights

and clean old underwear

white

empty alleys with my name

written all over them.

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pay attention

to the bobble heads

of government

trance of moving cars

silent dancer

must keep eyes on road

Bobble Heads Watching You.

san francisco, california. december 13, 2011

2011-12-14T17:52:00.000-08:00

2011-12-13T21:32:00.002-08:00

2011-11-29T16:19:00.001-08:00

2011-11-28T18:11:00.000-08:00

*current fave*

2011-11-24T22:10:00.001-08:00

blue days sway

slight lean towards left

home in empty space

one foot painted toes black purple

hovers

with a deep blush down the neck

slight smile eyes close

shadow spells smoke

swirls

mind across seas

heart with you and you

and you

home again

but where is where really just

here or there.

redwood forest, cali. november 11, 2011.

2011-11-24T08:39:00.000-08:00

2011-11-24T08:32:00.000-08:00

2011-11-21T17:58:00.000-08:00

two nights of midnite, followed by these guys.
jah bless california!

2011-11-19T21:23:00.000-08:00

2011-11-19T20:41:00.000-08:00

pen pals are the bestest.

http://mariorhymeorange.blogspot.com/

2011-11-16T09:43:00.000-08:00

watch movies with

sleeves always pulled over

your face.

skinny ankle tucked between toes

casual aires laced with

everything

everything everything.

2011-11-16T09:37:00.000-08:00

ideas of women

fantasies that may

or may not be

steamed okra stew

is easier to put my attention to.

2011-11-16T09:32:00.000-08:00

black nails and floating fog

gypsy heart pulls

denied with a moments notice

like the dinosaur cloud

that is now a definite steamship.

2011-11-13T08:40:00.000-08:00

2011-11-12T13:49:00.000-08:00

2011-11-10T21:55:00.000-08:00

2011-11-04T10:51:00.000-07:00

2011-10-31T16:34:00.000-07:00

for jojo

(the lioness of god)

2011-10-31T16:27:00.000-07:00

for mama C,

and her growing belly.

2011-10-31T16:18:00.001-07:00

2011-10-28T07:59:00.001-07:00

one of my lil' brooklyn yogis.

props to mama T for poppin' out

such a goodie ;)

2011-10-28T07:35:00.000-07:00

2011-10-22T17:24:00.000-07:00

gold & silver

sipping cod liver

oily hearts on suicide

missions young fresh

boys in trenches kissin'.

2011-10-22T17:20:00.000-07:00

woven baskets

carrying invisible weed

foggy hearts dirty hands

a farmers bright orange pumpkin

is smashed

along with his dreams

of hometown escape

sunflowers and sheriffs

palm trees and protests

Occupy Arcata code for

another day on the lawn

of lazy

cowgirls and carharts

worn and weary

dreary redwoods play

protector while

college kids COLLEGE

oldheads in leather with keys

a' danglin' from belts

that have most definitely

hung from wooden bedposts

in Hotel Arcata.

2011-10-19T08:12:00.000-07:00

my favouritest fall album.

mayer makes me swoooooooon.

2011-10-14T08:52:00.000-07:00

2011-10-14T08:46:00.000-07:00

In my craft or sullen art

In my craft or sullen art

Exercised in the still night

When only the moon rages

And the lovers lie abed

With all their griefs in their arms,

I labour by singing light

Not for ambition or bread

Or the strut and trade of charms

On the ivory stages

But for the common wages

Of their most secret heart.

Not for the proud man apart

From the raging moon I write

On these spindrift pages

Nor for the towering dead

With their nightingales and psalms

But for the lovers, their arms

Round the griefs of the ages,

Who pay no praise or wages

Nor heed my craft or art.

-Dylan Thomas

2011-10-14T08:43:00.000-07:00

2011-10-14T08:39:00.001-07:00

She loved to look at flowers

smell fruit

And the leaves had the look of loving

But halfass drunken sailors

staggered thru her sleep

scattering semen

over the virgin landscape

At a certain age

her heart put about

searching the lost shores

And heard the green birds singing

from the other side of silence

-Lawrence Ferlinghetti

2011-10-12T17:18:00.000-07:00

2011-10-11T21:48:00.000-07:00

goin' to see these guys in a few weeks.
norcal theme music thus far.

2011-10-09T11:41:00.001-07:00

2011-10-07T13:01:00.000-07:00

BIG news! BIG tune! yuh don know!

Midnite has a music video? whattttt!!!

how this came about makes me very

curious, but super stoked on it as another artistic

expression via ron & vaughn.

(niyorah & i-octane ain't

too hard on the eyes either:))

2011-10-06T18:16:00.000-07:00

so.. i'm probably late on this.

but any dude rappin' about quinoa is rad in my books.

"pay my 80 bucks for 6 things, and get the heck out."

2011-09-28T08:43:00.000-07:00

Insomniatics 101:

Fourfuckinthirtysevenam

it's the lean ghost writer

here to say

man! wtf life

can't stand today

click click

i flick the pen

gary snyder's

so fucking zen

philip whalen

i love your glasses

i'd gaze at you

& fail your classes

that sadhus stare

makes me feel strange

whoever drew you

must be deranged

smile so sweet

it'll rot your teeth

so watch for those

with sugar-coated woes

plump & proper

in your righteous ways

blinded by

indoctrinations haze

tap dance shoes

aren't made for me

so take your tap dance shoes

to the next pretty She

look! masturbation

threw me a nap!

but insomnia backhands

wake up! SLAP.

scott & zelda

you make me tired

all that empty glitter

you should have fired

maybe spared

a little love

instead of distracting

with the italian glove

roar! roar!

peanut butter & jelly!

still no sleep!

just a fat lil belly!

& you red wine

you can suck a dick

all those liars

said you'd do the trick

so while my mind

jumps off a cliff

i'll sit right here

& roll this spliff

cuz all this writing

smells like shit

if i were a junky

i'd take a hit

sleep! sleep!

i fuckin' hate you!

if i didn't need you!

i'd never date you!

thats it thats all

turn off the light

just stare at the ceiling

you've lost this fight

Dawn is coming

& cackling, she'll say

Night beat you again

Enjoy your day!

2011-09-26T23:13:00.001-07:00

2011-09-26T21:56:00.000-07:00

Cobalt (fauxbalt) Sketches

*black eyes skinny hips

dark gaze kiss those lips

(jill)

*cobalt blue supposedly black

ezra's game he's no hack

(ezra)

*lawn mower sky train rider

top secret grey smog fighter

*stripes skinny lanky nervous

brown hair smiles shaky like this verse

*main street old man beer can

salt n' pepper hair on fries

*pam's bathtub buries beers

bellies dig 'em up to unearth demons

then rebury

(pam)

*cobalt hot fuck this sweat

mess my hair hipster no care

(i fuckin' do!)

(leah)

*tadia's red skirt little waist

secret styles want a taste

(tadia)

*cariboo straws guess what

i saw a moose with his head

between my legs headlights

beam on my team

Score!

*he's so boppy up down beats

keeps his heat up high blue sky

dark club loads of love drunk heads

hungry beds.... just wait....

*beer tub hand tickles ice cube

lovin' never goes outta style

*teen daze.. like confused

not so more like dazed and clear

*spine tickles deep beats

vibrating couch leather attitude

pleasure solitude

*star pants dancer one leg stylez

fish net fuckin' cool oldhead

*corner poems liquid thoughts

doc martens stompin' them out

on the dutty dance floor

*tired eyes brown confused pink

heart fuckin' train wreck thoughts

CRASH.

2011-09-26T21:49:00.001-07:00

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow-

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand-

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep- while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

-Edgar Allan Poe

2011-09-26T21:47:00.000-07:00

" You can put make-up on,

but you can't hide the crazy!"

-CNT

2011-09-26T14:38:00.000-07:00

happy (campy) monday.

2011-09-20T15:01:00.000-07:00

2011-09-20T14:59:00.000-07:00

2011-09-18T17:33:00.000-07:00

2011-09-13T21:28:00.000-07:00

2011-09-13T21:22:00.000-07:00

-catch n' release-

(commissioned by KD for

the kiddos playroom)

2011-09-13T21:19:00.000-07:00

The Sads came marchin' two by two

Fuck Off

The Sads came marchin' two by two

Shut Up

The Sads came marchin' two by two

The Darkest One stopped

to tie his shoe

And they all went marchin'

Down

To the ground

To get out

of the Pain

Boom Boom Boom.

(i miss g-pa.)

2011-09-09T14:08:00.001-07:00

2011-09-09T14:03:00.000-07:00

2011-09-06T12:04:00.000-07:00

we tripleheart Mario, as usual.

2011-09-06T12:01:00.000-07:00

heart this so. pretty vid.

2011-09-06T11:29:00.001-07:00

2011-09-01T13:51:00.000-07:00

Jazzy for Rocawear.

click Jasmine Solano

for more.

2011-08-28T22:06:00.001-07:00

lady

commissioned

by grandma. (lol)

(started)

2011-08-27T18:34:00.001-07:00

2011-08-27T18:30:00.000-07:00

after-thoughts hold no value

unless it's essence wants to tell you

you're a jerk, go make amends

a clear conscious, it all depends.

2011-08-25T12:22:00.001-07:00

go brooklyn. go jesse.

2011-08-24T14:00:00.000-07:00

i am both insecure & extremely proud

mine/God's intuition speaks very loud

boom blast splat of truth deep inside

though the world often frightens me, so here i do hide

in words of today, in words of tomorrow

in words of Great Love & words of Deep Sorrow

so when i cry, its really for all human kind

all sentient beings in these bodies that bind

skin that limits the Vastness of You

i know by now it sure makes me blue

red with rage/love when i sit & think

don't miss it sweet child, Life is But a Blink.

(in the cosmic continuum of days & days

of atoms & planets in the Golden Great Haze)

2011-08-24T13:55:00.000-07:00

sweet bus boy tall everybody noticed.

not every-body, just the

three who's vagina's tingled subtly

at the sight of he.

the blue-eyed goth, penciled-on

eyebrows liked you

the print model coulda-been bright eyes

looked back to see if you noticed her

entrance

i sat next to you, entirely not on purpose

but because i couldn't not

you were oblivious.

or knowing, and shy

or distracted, by the digital moving

monsters on your screen, or attached,

or aware, or unaware, or sleepy,

or uncaring, or bashful, or blue.

but you looked good & every

willing body noticed.

(so bless your beauty sweet bus

boy tall, hope i spy you again

before summer becomes fall)

2011-08-24T13:46:00.000-07:00

am i, i ask, but a Tisdale at all?

from who's family tree did really we fall?

they never would tell

'causing identification hell

for my grandpa's dad

adopted a wee lad

never told from who's womb he sure sprung

so a parental search immediately begun

but back in those days, records were bleak

& in his soul sadness quietly did leak

with whom do i belong? he thought & thought

the answer in his lifetime, well it just was not sought.

(so here i sit decades later

with doubts of thick i will not cater

about this name i carried since birth

& will most likely carry to the Earth

'cause lets be honest, it's all i know

so Love, Strength & Pride is what i shall show.)

Tisdale! Tisdale!

Long Live Tisdale!

2011-08-24T13:35:00.000-07:00

"the art of giving art"

some of my crayon sketches as part of Papergirl Vancouver. See how rad Papergirl is HERE.

2011-08-24T13:28:00.000-07:00

dizzle dazzle dizzle dazzle

see right through this frizzle frazzle

what do you do? who do you do?

no how do you do? with genuine care

surface babble in bed with flare

listening only for the hook & sinker

to secure a position of Elitist Stinker.

--------------------

(4am)

late night thoughts are the fuckin' worst

headstands past dinner make insomnia burst

try & try to get to sleep

profanities thrown at pillow BLEEP! BLEEP!

ray's soothing voice ain't doin' the trick

cat's deep meow can't make the sleep stick

so pick up the pencil & write some shit down

though rems may be lost, the words always found.

---------------------

2gthr as i L evr B

sum bills paid sum bills linger

if yuh waitin' 4 the "potential" Xplosion

instead mayB ponder my middle finger.

2011-08-23T15:14:00.000-07:00

The Black Winds
pull more often when the
tide is low, trees are cold
and vulnerable, exposed
bark stung deeply, set
on golden canvas of starry nights,
blood red sunsets
Winds, not of change
but compassioned clarity
felt in invisible tears,
behind The Great Shows
thick velvet curtain.

the Farmers crop flooded after
careful seasons planting.

2011-08-22T10:34:00.001-07:00

2011-08-20T16:32:00.000-07:00

the girl i was supposed to be.

soak the feet.

the days go so fast. These Days.

not like before.

new pet snakes on the legs

purple sneaky snakey skwigglers

if i stop feeding you, will you die?

oh i think not

like juliet romeo's heart

would also perish

put down stood round strong legs

hurt.

--------------

sadness in every cell.

every sell.

just wanted happiness in handfuls

of Skittles red and purple.

got cells of sadness sells of melancholy

instead.

---------------

Bright Blue you minus two

times three back to me

missing fish and tempted kiss

leaking lies fresh in your eyes

tell whales tails too big

for my belly

sorry sun i've seen that light

blinded me right left

me cautious crazy crooked

hazy with liquid tendencies

in-bodied by the younger me

of mum who goes to see

in search of whales returns

with tales grown between

legs of chartered roads

run rampant remedies applied

to nothing everything

reflection in the mirror not

mine and mine entirely

yours too days blue nights

pink dont think just know let

go sea what i mean unseen

its just yesterday so pretend.

-----------------

the invisible wall i want to torch

to the invisible ground with

my invisible lighter invisible

gasoline spread the ashes of

separateness at sea in

my invisible boat that sinks

and sings simultaneously

sermons of space sacred solitude

the only truth

i am interested in. em. am.

2011-08-19T13:57:00.000-07:00

just read this book.

The Kind Diet, by Alicia Silverstone
(cheap at amazon, or your local used book store. or borrow from your local library.)
basically the yummiest vegan recipes
my belly has experienced in a good long while.

www.thekindlife.com

2011-08-18T09:53:00.000-07:00

"pen pals" the lost art

pt. one, two & three

return the good burn

born in a forsaken feeling only

peeling layers away to expose

the good parts good hearts

do their thing.

exaggerated hands and gloves

hand them love some will

take it most

fake it

face shows it plain as day

gray decay delayed my ways

trip & stumble

mumble my best words

on fumbling lips hugging hips

like fit jeans lips like

split seams stream light.

beam bright seems right

turned left feel heft

as i'm lifting up arms higher

than they wanna go,

yet you, like i know.

turn up the volume higher

than it wants to go.

in a boat, in a dream,

row row row.

sitting sexy in the slick sun,

sucking it up like the suds

off the top of a root beer,

owe you a few tilted smiles

generated from tummy tickles

upward.

its funny giggles, enough

words to fill a mouth to

puffed cheeks, powdered & pretty

nitty & gritty

proud chest proves a positive posture.

stuck up in a good way

like posters

hold hands like ghosts do,

waking to coast dew,

it's a breeze blown just right,

like trumpet spit.

***we love mario.***

2011-08-14T22:30:00.001-07:00

Fulfill!

Kingdom & Queendom within & all around.

Above so below, IHi cup overflow.

IHi love global glow, like sun JAH show.

Spiritual mind reveal in time, for real Jah

seal the line to align.

Firm like mountain flow like river.

Turn around Queen, go deliver.

Bound with faith to elevate, from the ground

to the crown rotate.

Rock, roll- have faith!

This was freestyle from the dome to yo home.

Moving in the spirit of trying to connect.

This is for the IHi with power & soul,

mind control, no fool.

Godly body trodding through.

True from root to fruit resolute.

Don't believe the hype, Jah the key to life,

we the tree of life! Turn dark to light!

We the art of life! Hope your heart feels right!

Maybe left, but step by step, we direct.

Jah guide, and protect!

For one breath of life, give & take respect.

This design perfect to align the mind, doubt eject.

Around & around, ease it.

Homeward bound, keep it!

I miss you Empress Leah Nicole.

Thanks & praises for your beautiful artwork.

You make I smile!

SelahSEEiHi the works.

(the BEST text message i've ever gotten)

courtesy of Bryan Patrick Madden

august 14, 2011

2011-08-13T20:17:00.000-07:00

2011-08-11T12:27:00.001-07:00

2011-08-10T09:15:00.001-07:00

the flowers look so sad

mourning the loss of their

sole provider

they weep, petals hang heavy with sorrow

wondering when death

will become them too

who's going to feed them now?

the crows are here

i wonder if you are with them

are you in the wind, the trees?

can you see us crying, shaking,

holding, kissing?

i hit snooze four times today

when i opened the blinds, the

neighbours were sprinkling their

lawn, you were not

grandma held my hand, and

we did not speak, except in

tones of mourning for you.

2011-08-10T09:12:00.001-07:00

his Love washes over me

like a warm bath

like hot rain on a steamy summers eve

like green lights dancing in the skies of the North

eyes glimmer, twinkle

pesty beautiful sparks

full of Love and mischief

his heart was so big

i understand why it needed a rest

my grandpa was everything

brightest light calmest

soul i've yet to meet

Buddha with blue eyes

crooked teeth endless patience

infinite loyalty.

2011-08-10T00:47:00.000-07:00

i love you grandpa. my rock.

for ever and ever and ever and ever.

eternal love.

grandson of keziah glover.

son of alva ardella lennox.

married to tatiana "tina" katch

for 64 years, september 6, 2011.

now my guardian angel.

eldon thomas glover tisdale

november 5, 1926 - august 9, 2011

2011-08-05T21:45:00.000-07:00

ginsberg.

2011-07-31T00:06:00.000-07:00

stunna summa

sea breeze weak knees
tight shorts jah works
love hips grape lips
thick thighs deep sighs
cold water get hotter
vogue scene calves lean
shirts off tummy's soft
big 'brellas sweat hella
tides in lets sin.

2011-07-24T21:43:00.000-07:00

this makes me so happy.

2011-07-24T21:26:00.001-07:00

started...

2011-07-23T19:55:00.001-07:00

2011-07-23T19:54:00.001-07:00