rebelRebelWhen you pick a cause, stan stick it to the manrebel against the eye understand his lienow blind with clarity act like you are freerebellion starts within
BlaineBlainethe man with no shirtsmiles at kids on their bikesout of his green miata.his front yard displaysrusted patio furniturewhere he sleeps on warm nights.ashes on the stoop.a garden lined with cinderblockin front of a graveyard.whistles iron manhanging barbie-dolls from trees.like goldfish they watch me.
The Road Not TakenThe Road Not TakenTWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,And I paused to consider eachUnknowing which of these shouldFor my excursion, do most good.But neither did my fancy reach.The first was broad and paved with stone,And the other worn by countless feet;Both the forest is forced to disown.Paths parting at wood so thickly grown;A knot of trees so indiscreet.And neither, that day, seemed right to me,And so I bent and tightened my boot.I forged straight with difficulty.It scratched my face, and cut my kneeWhilst I directed this new route.The tale of that long-past July Recalling that which I did sense:Two road
You got more images? Your art is really good- keep up the good work- Matt
i think it would make more of an impact if it were next to, say, a poster or image or something
then that works