Autumn leaves fall from the trees, dancing their way to the ground on the breeze. Fiery colours line the avenues and streets, dappling the low sun as the horizon it meets. Summer fades, gradually holding on to the sun's last heat, like it's dying and struggling for its last heartbeat. Children run and jump and … Continue reading The Fall
Would You ?
When you hear that mother cry, would you stop and find out why? Or would you just walk on by? When that man in the doorway is high, would you bother or carry on by? When that man needs food for the day and has nowhere but the street to lay, would you stay and pass the time of day? Would you turn the other way?
Bubbles
Bubbles floating in the air, young eyes stand and stare. rainbows popping in the air. Smokey bubbles burst with a puff wispy white against the backdrop of night. Bubbles floating at every height, children running jumping with all their might. Little faces full of glee playing with bubbles until its time for tea. Linking bubbles making new … Continue reading Bubbles
Serial Killer
In the shadows of the night, hidden from the moon light by the dark, stands a man cloaked in black. His blade sends a glint of light as the beams from the moon bounce back. This man of darkness is not here to fight. Dark destroyer, killer in the street, not the kind of guy … Continue reading Serial Killer
Mac 10
Spray and pray the gangster way, the little boys play, making their way owning the day. Settling arguments, making them pay, violence and revenge, Mac 10 takes the day. Deadly spray, hope and pray, life ebbs away. Black clad, bandana, bad cussing and fussing street talk, killing on the sidewalk, Mac 10 trying to make … Continue reading Mac 10
Rhythm of the Ink 