Juxtaposition How could You Mango tree stand there, Tell me I am invading your privacy? Even the blind man knows this: When it comes to privacy, No tree mango or cassava has a say in it.
Rosebud Disturbance vibrates acidity. Lend your captivating taste buds, To turn chaos into roses. Lend your enduring humility, To avert drowning justice and equity. Compose Your lines, Your colors, Your forms, To mend the philosopher’s story.
A Pink Rose of Wisdom and Music Shots Rosy cheekbones meet his gaze with pride. In a silence film noir, The statute poses for the artist. Brush strokes upon brush strokes, The eye bruises his nakedness. Sharpens intensity into razor blade energy. A coherent metamorphosis of Lines, forms and colored vibrations. The wind captures the madness in loose trousers To… Read more →
“Even the heaviest heart should fly.”
“He a had weird way about him. He was covered in sweat and you could smell the whiskey running through his veins. Still chasing the American dream that seemed to elude him all these years. But now his luck was turning and the chips were starting to roll his way.”
“Knowing this moment was quickly coming to an end, he desperately tried to cling to a future he knew deep down was not possible.”