The Mighty Oak

Apple trees produce apples, orange trees produce oranges, pecan trees produce pecans.  Cherry trees produce cherries & Walnut trees produce wall nuts.  So why do Oak trees produce acorns?  Shouldn't they produce oakrons?  Or maybe change the name of Oak to Acorn. 

Going Home

 

I am continuing to play with acrylic on drawing paper.
 

Psalm 91

King James Version (KJV)

91 He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.

² I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.
³ Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence.
⁴ He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.
⁵ Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day;
⁶ Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.
⁷ A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.
⁸ Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.
⁹ Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation;
¹⁰ There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.
¹¹ For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.
¹² They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.
¹³ Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder: the young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample under feet.
¹⁴ Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him: I will set him on high, because he hath known my name.
¹⁵ He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honour him.
¹⁶ With long life will I satisfy him, and shew him my salvation.

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King James Version (KJV) by Public Domain

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Running Boy

I reworked the boy running on the painting Dirt Road.  I am happier with this one.  Acrylic on paper.

Suicide Demon

Here's that old demon
created with corrupt semen.
Coming in close, calling his name, Jack
smiling while slapping me on the back,
as if I am a friend.
When all he wants is my life's end
I thought I had this licked
but, now is the time he has picked,
to come back with all his might
to give me such a fright.
He is a cowardly turd
coming at me with more than a word.
Reminding me of the day,
when we watched our children play.
Our daughters, two,
turned their backs on me and you.
Our life to them we devoted,
now our hearts, they have exploded.
Who would have thought
that their love could be bought
by lies and deception.
All now is the perception
of a life of waste,
given up in such a haste.
All is gone wrong,
I wish that I could sing a song
and kill this sorry shit.
With a powerful hit
between his cold dark eyes
and end his stupid lies.
I would cover his body with a giant boil
and set him on fire with Chinese castor oil.
I would let all to a better life pass
but not his sorry ass.