It’s always a pleasure making art for fellow artists. This was commissioned by a friend of the very talented MC Angel. I used symbolic representation of her values and her own lyrics to make this portrait.
Now Deeply rooted in my grey matter, emotions stem from a flower that never leaves. I lay there, mired in thought, wondering how different my plot would be, if her seeds were never sown… If she had never grown on me… Her petals shine like gold medals, on my podium of pandemonium, cropping up everContinue reading “Flower “
As I shift my focus towards what the lotus shows us, I start to notice so much more, its like hocus pocus and I’m free from the locust swarm of the norm, returning to the form In which was born. A new seed planted in my mind. I Fertilised my perspective, to be less selective.Continue reading “Blossom “
Paper tigers on the paper trail, earning their stripes without fail. The Hunter talks of taking the beast by its tail, while the shepherd tells comforting wife’s tales, to the rest of the villagers praying not to fall prey. Those from the west begin to flee east, from the heardless beast, that didn’t roar toContinue reading “Paper tigers “
so much beauty…you would struggle to see, but be left in awe once you saw it… I watched myself profit from my plummet… Encouraged by contagiously courageous condemnation, inspired by painstakingly painful perspicacity… What gave me the audacity, to stay, to face it… I had to face it, I could never escape it, through empty glasses,Continue reading “Beautiful Struggle”
Lost at sea, where I can find myself; Soaking, in hope; tired, from riding the tides of life’s ocean. Floating, from coast to coast with nothing to boast of; bar the treasures of truth. Navigating my thoughts through, future mist, towards something new. Blue, when I look back on ships that sailed past. Lost, forContinue reading “Lost at sea “
I met preacher man, who would twist his own philosophy, purposely, to make short term profit off a long term prophecy. I met a bunch of bankers ,that toppled the economy I met a politician, with his vision, so impaired, he was unaware, of his hypocrisy, trying to force democracy, using guns and bureaucracy Hell…IContinue reading “The mad men I met”
I’ve been told I have a way with words …now I wonder; Is it because I’m always getting carried away with words? Maybe Because I tend to get my way with words; and when my diction turns frictional and rubs someone up the wrong way, I tend to get away, with words… It might evenContinue reading “With words “