i love pens and prismacolor markers and colored pencils and watercolor paints

THE BLAST

I was going through an old stack of burned cds, my Rob G Mixx Volumes, and I came across this track I remember vibing out to in my room back in '04, when I had just started finding the jams that kept me sane! And the song, "The Blast" by Talib Kweli and Hi-Tek had the craziest instrumental with the rhymes to match...



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=scZ0y82zGFY

such a beautiful song

Alicia Keys "Un-thinkable"

Music Code Provided by MusicVideolife.com

http://www.musicvideolife.com/alicia-keys-unthinkable-im-ready-video_78542e2a7.html

grand-mammy strong-neck

something about this stands out to me... like a giraffe on stilts.

Smells like hunger

“Smells like hunger”

the robins run red-breasted

in the jagged yet bending grass

the layered greens hide the food

for the children in the trees calling:

twi twi twi

chip chip chip

twiddle di twiddle di

they are hungry

the 1 bus hauls its heaviness

back to broad street

lugging the weight

of those who carry

the weight of children

who sit in wooden cribs

calling in another language

 but crying in consistency:

wah wah wah

eh eeeh ehhhhh

wah wah waaaahhh

they are hungry

the piercing pitches

the abstract shadows

of sound i cannot see

the sun, the heat, its rays

wrap rainbows around

the out-of-focus eyelashes

that protect me from this vision

the sweat of a barking stomach

slipping into emptiness

the plastic smell of fire pit

running its doused tongue along

the roof of its upper palette

quetzal kid

the quetzal bird represents freedom in the mayan culture.

after leaving guatemala, i realized that i never saw

a quetzal bird, but through my teaching experience

it seemed like the children represented that freedom.

so i combined the beliefs in combination with some of

the techniques i used in my sketchbook down there

to create this piece "Quetzal kid".

to be continued...

It was 3 AM
on someone’s clock,
and Time hid behind
an Oak tree in the Park.
I was arguing outside
with that trifling-ass Wind
because he stole my tears
and I wanted them back.

Right then, Winter ripped into my clothes,
ran her tongue clean over my bones;
I get jacked the one time I leave my comfort at home…
I knew it was either drying on the canvas
or lingering on the toilet seat.

So I’m cussin’ and spittin’, duckin’ and kickin’
All of a sudden, I see a shimmer in the distance.
There she was, a steady, night-colored stone
with stardust in her eyes and moonlight tied around her waist.
Believe it or not, she glowed in the snow some kinda hot.
So I told Winter and Wind, to kiss my Timbs.

And it was only her and me.