I ain't skared.

i ain't skared.

Bitter Prophecy.

With deadly malice and unerring aim

The slender bolt, touched with flame

Into the thatch, so carelessly flown

The hand is revealed, the face still unknown

The raging flames by the strong winds are blown

Out of the smoke, straight through the pyre

An apparition, steps from the fire

His armour bright, the blade strong and true

Lo and behold, from his own dust and ashes

The Phoenix arises, all shiny and new

Surely he knows thee, and all of thy works

When it is time, for he always come back

To make short work of the likes of you.

Please Give Generously. The painter's song.

(Collection the author.)


Please give generously

To the guys who paint naked ladies

Got no money and I got no job

Wish I could say I was a working slob

Please give generously

To the guys who paint naked ladies

I can’t play the guitar very well

My singing voice it sure ain’t no hell

Please give generously

To the guys who paint naked ladies

Going downtown to the UIC

What do you know, but who should I see

Good old girl, never did me no harm

She don’t come around here no more

Please give generously

To the guys who paint naked ladies

I’m not asking for money for the song

I’m hoping you’ll pay me, just to shut up me up

Please give generously

To the guys who paint naked ladies, yeah,

Yeah, please give generously to the guys who paint naked ladies.

Yeah, Baby! To the guys who paint naked ladies

…c’mon, baby; throw somethin’ in the hat.


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Working with Paint.NET: digital effects.

This is a simple digital photo taken with with a Samsung ST-67 camera. effects used for this pic are fairly simple, I used Paint.NET. This includes the oil paintiing effect, and then I used the 'relief' effect. I might have sharpened it up a little. The blue sky was done using the fill tool, (the icon looks like a bucket,) and I spray painted a few small touch-ups here and there in brown and black. -louis

Star-Maker.

In the beginning there was a great void, and a darkness as black as pitch.

Silence prevailed.

As yet nothing moved.

Starmaker looked upon it and it was well.

One place is as good as another and Starmaker approved.

Time started up with a lurch, and plodded forwards.

Matter began to swirl.

Heat began to radiate and mass began to coalesce.

Fields of energy began to flow.

And a star began to grow.

Space bent, and time was deformed.

Lo and behold, a new star was born.

First it was one, and then another.

Swirling nodes of matter in space.

And nowhere is down, nowhere is sideways, no place is above.

The glowing clouds, the creation of a race.

Velocity, momentum, electrical force.

Vectors, and gravity, and magnetism, of course.

Air, and water, sunlight and topsoil, and love…

And forgiveness, and children, and mothers and dads.

A world with spiders, and walruses, and lions and doves.

A place with grass, and trees, and mud and rain.

A place so special, a place so unique, could never be created again.

Starmaker moves on, the labour of continuous creation never done.


Note:

A French-language version of the poem appears at 'Les Shalako.'