NO!  No!  It can't rain on my parade.  It will wash my painted face away.  You see I am the clown along the hiway of life called to make people happy despite my saddened face.  So please dear cloudy sky do not wash my face until I make all happy.  Walwyn Green (2004)

Parade - represents our journey through mortal lifeRain - represents our fellow men who have not yet learned to love one another - anger, dishonesty, stealing, and deceit is their way of life.  Rain on our parade is discouraging.Clowns - represent you and I.  We are called to make people happy.Cloudy Skies - represent trials, tribulations, discouragement - "nobody loves me" attitude.  There is no God.Make Those Happy - it is our duty to offer a smile, a helping hand, a shoulder to cry on, a listening ear, an encouraging word, a kind act of loveSaddened Face - painted to make us laugh through our sorrows

Chemical Warfare

It jumps out of grasp

It’s getting dark. In a flash, I notice it.  It’s tall.  It’s beckoning me.  My pulse races, yet I continue.  Just as I think I will reach it, it jumps out of grasp.  No matter how fast I run, it gets away.   Unless…good, the next street light is burnt out.

The End - The Beginning

Eventually they were told about the comet.  "Get supplies... inside...anything."  Too late.  Food, water, gone, procured for Project Second Genesis...  our progenitors.  Humanity's survival left no alternative.  Now, just west of dawn, the seemingly endless night ending, we prepare to return, and fear, could anything survive above? Cold, dark, desolate.  Are they waiting?

Legend tells of those who fled deep into the earth, leaving us destitute, leaving us to die.  Someday they'll crawl from their culvert, after centuries of endless winter nights, to claim our world.  Remember their machinations, their forked tongues.  When dawn returns we'll be waiting, to redirect the comet's fury.

Despite training

San Quinten Prison

It's too hot

Billy Cowered

They'd searched for years.

Low Tide

Stream

Dad's Story

My computer became self aware

Overslept

Hawaiian bird

Hawaiian bird, eyes bigger than mouth,  watching fish.  Quietly, slowly, he slinks down the lava rock like a cat ready to pounce. SPLASH!  Fish is too big for mouth.  Day after day he repeats his attempted meal.  Failure after failure bird grows thinner and thinner.    Jump! SPLASH!   Fish eats bird.

They'd searched for years

They'd searched for years.  Investors, like their hair, thinned over time.  Finally they gazed upon it, transfixed.   More beautiful than imagined, more precious than the gold that comprised it.  They stared at it, then each other with greed in their eyes, malice in their hearts.  None lived to claim it.

They attacked time after time

They attacked time after time, destroying our fortifications as fast as we could rebuild them.  Our battle was hopeless, our enemy relentless and indomitable, ever advancing, full of mindless destruction. Still we battle on.  They will never cease, neither will we, well, at least not until the tide goes out.

Absurd Combinations

Absurd clashing combinations that wouldn’t normally combine, but I’m too curious what they’ll become when they are knitted  … married with each other in a completed pattern so I choose them anyway.  They combine, and some knit together in beauty while others would be better off remaining single. . . like axe murderers.

Lines

I hate standing in lines to be tested for a new license.  These lines;
they are always just long enough for you to forget what you've
studied.  You needed a license to drive, then one for having children,
and now the big one, my license to continue living past retirement.

Footprints