Falling Flakes

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“The snow is still falling, even if the spring is dawning, surprising, in a way“ Gun Roswell

Falling Flakes

The snowy soft flakes are falling once again

Some might say, they were a heaven’s sent

Then again, they are not totally wrong

As the winter around here, is still quite strong

And there is totally something wrong

With those weather gods up and above

Heaven or not, this winter needs to stop

As the spring already so much delayed

As some of us really can not wait

For the warmer days to winter slay

Because all this seems to be becoming more of a joke

The winter weather keeping us and nature in a hold choke

Not so great, then again, some say

That all good things come to those who wait

Well, we shall see, as all this back and forth none please

But perhaps, it is better just to relax and accept

The simple fact that life as we know it has changed

So many things are not like they used to be

And maybe, just maybe it could be a good thing 

But before we all start to celebrate and dance and sing

Maybe think about the reasons behind the whole thing?

Take a ride in the rain

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“The rain will not stop those wanting to ride their bikes, motorised or otherwise“ Gun Roswell

Take a ride in the rain

The rain stained the asphalted plains, but it did not matter to the hard core rider

And even if they are really not, the tough and rough kind of natural born fighter

It does not matter, because out of love and devotion, the rider will get out there

And ride the steady steed across the land, sand or water, it does not really matter

Even if the chatter from the others, might want to change this rider’s mind 

But, being totally devoted and kind, to the bike which can give them a ride

Well, there are really no sides to be taken here, rather the best choice of all to take

And this relationship, between organic and machine, is not something new to be seen

So, mounting on their ride, soon enough the world around then is no more divided,

Rather one and wide united road side, where anyone can set out on and drive

No matter whether this bike is just a simple and manual and in need to be peddled

Or a power house of a thing, with a motor which can make a die hard fans heart sing

Riding best, with bare feet, I guess

The tree up the hill, the stories will spill

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“The oldest of trees, growing on the solemn tall hill, have many secrets to keep, but, are you ready to hear them?” Gun Roswell 

The tree up the hill, the stories will spill

The old and decrepit tree, up there on the slippery hill see? Some may think, is not much to look at, but the fact is, that it holds a plethora of stories and tales, none of the are on sale, but if you are willing to make a trade, then a few of them might be for free shared, that is unless you are too scared to try out something new and the find out, some well kept truths too.

Now, as to the fee, it might not be, what you think it is, as all that this old tree really needs, is some loving kindness and care, some time with it to be shared, maybe some fertilizer and water too, but mostly, what will do, to get the tree to share some of it secrets, is for the listener to spend the time without regrets and the only request from said tree is, that you, the listener, will take the stories to your heart and maybe learn from them which is the thing smart to do.

The silent stones which can tell it all (or at least some of it)

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“It might be written in stone, but as long as you can read it, then totally do!“ Gun Roswell

The silent stones which can tell it all (or at least some of it)

There is hidden wisdom, right there in plain sight, written on the hardest of stones

By those who lived their very lives and have eves since gone beyond the rim forth

Wherever you look, the piles of discarded stones from that past, the words were carved 

Perhaps by poor artists starved after having their say, right there, out there, on display

But if you choose to read said writing, and take it to your heart, well, it is really up to you

The choice to follow the perhaps wise words, from those gone before, maybe you should

Because history always keeps on repeating itself, and learning from the past mistakes

Well, you might be better off with the knowledge what did go wrong so long ago

And then apply to your current day life and if you are lucky enough, maybe, you won’t

Be the one to stumble up front, rather the one surviving the bad times and beyond

Just saying there are wise words out there written in stone, so read them, you cannot go wrong!

A Mother’s Day Rose

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“To all mothers in the world, a rose” Gun Roswell

A Mother’s Day Rose

A day of celebration for most
That is why I have made this post
To convey all the wishes of best
To the mothers where ever they may nest

Life can be a bit of a bitch
But today, I hope you will pretty sit
Showered with love and devotion
At least sent a message with a notion:
Of caring so much
They wanted to be in touch
At least on this special day
But then again, it should be that everyday!

So here is my message for you all:
Love your mother, mom, mum, what ever you may her call
She won’t be around forever
So try to make this day for her that much better!

Late evening, empty bar

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“The bar scene? Well, guess these days it’s more of a luxury treat than a hang out place for after office hours, guess time’s have changed, a lot?” Gun Roswell

Late evening, empty bar

The local bar was quite empty, most likely due to the time being quite early, even if was already dark and the clocks were way past dinner time. But these days, it just might be the norm, no going out except for the absolutely necessities, unless your daily work it requires. Staying home, getting home while not there, the base urge during the times of change, and so, getting together with friends and family, for an outing sadly, is no longer on the menu, at least for a casual review. Rather planning way ahead, whether it is even possible to get out there, where other people might be, for you see, the times of going out and meeting new friends has passed, at least for now and the new norm being that of staying home, locked tightly indoors. And those who are still keepers of the establishments of food and drink, might into a despair sink, as it is dangerous to even go outside, to the world wide. But maybe sometime in the not so distant future, this will all change once again once more and then, the call, for meeting others just for the heck of it in bars, is something to look forward to.

Get some money, buy some beer

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“Sometimes, you just have to go on a binge” Gun Roswell

Get some money, buy some beer

The town named, well, let’s call it Londonium, the blessed place of bars, restaurants and pubs, truly a hub, for the lover of beverages, mostly alcoholic in their content, but also fully able to get some coffee or soft drinks, then again, it’s really not the same now is it? Going to a place of drinking to get a cup of coffee or a can of coke? Well, whatever the dope, getting into a local pub, is an experience and not a joke. Well, it can be of course, depending on what kind of choice you make as your poison for the order is, because if you miss and order something stupid, like something with an umbrella in it, then you are liable to become said joke. But, do as the locals do, when not in Rome, and order a pint of the strongest with some foam, and then only will you know, what the true pub feeling is, otherwise it’s all just been a great big miss, the so called local experience never coming true, and then there is no way the travel agency to sue, as the great opportunity you blew, by acting all coy and unadventurous and so, don’t blame us they would state and leave you out there, cursing the moment you did hesitate.

The calming blue liquid known as water 

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“Water is the most coolest of all the elements. It is so totally calming and always rejuvenating, and so, there is no way to not to feel refreshed after a deep dive into it.” Gun Roswell 

The calming blue liquid known as water 

Water comes along in the colour of blue, turquoise, or something in the shade of grey, or perhaps without colour at all, it really does not matter, as long as it will continue to fall, down, down, down from the open skies, at least sometimes in most areas.

Water is the one constant which is needed to survive life, to drink, to wash with, to dive into it or then simply, sit by the side of it and admire the mere miracle of nature, as even if it sometimes seems to come along far too much down, there is no hatred behind at all.

Water is the element of elements, the one to write songs about, to paint the pictures of and most of all, the one to be revered as a sent of gods, as there might come a day, when water is no longer there and then using all the spares, will leave us soon enough without nothing at all.

Sailing again, this time to the right 

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Verbania, Italy

“There is nothing to it, well, maybe just a tad, some figuring out on how to steer, but when you get the hang of it, sailing is the best” Gun Roswell 

Sailing again, this time to the right 

The boat in the harbour, quite adored, only waiting for the right person to take her off the shore

Still, staying stranded had never been a bore, as there were plenty of admires there to score

Alas, today, the special person would be out for a spell, and the small sailing boat could tell

It would be such a glorious afternoon out there in the warm sunshine and cool blue waves to spend 

After all, this new sailor was a heavens sent, always taking good care of the deck and the tall sails

Never wavering in giving a compliment here and there, never out of spare but with a loving purpose 

Even if some of those passers by, who would not admire, rather said a boat was just an inanimate object

But not to this special sailor, who wore the clothing especially tailored, for seafare, as taking the small boat out was not a dare

Rather a choice of life, to get away from the daily grind, finding peace out there in the high seas

And for theses reasons, the little sailing boat made sure their new keepers to always happy keep

Nightly windows and doors, locked

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Madrid, Spain

“There is always something interesting behind closed doors and covered windows, the curious mind wanting to have a look-see” Gun Roswell

Nightly windows and doors, locked

The doors and windows closed tightly shut

Then again, why the hell not?

It is night time and the darkness creeps people out

Wanting to shelter themselves and there ruts

But, sometimes there is this sensation of a must

The need to peek inside, even if just to have a smile

And perhaps something totally odd there to find

But even it was just something simple like life

Then that too could be as fine

As the Peeping One inside of every single one

Will want to know, how the other side goes

Is there something totally sad and bad there?

Or just some people snoring for the next day?

Perhaps a party or a more daring orgy?

Or maybe something totally outer worldly?

Whatever the thing is lurking behind the closed entrances

Rest assure, they will be seen by a lurker

Hanging around like a stalker with their snapper ready

The everyday persons paparazzi, a hunter nazi

Getting their kicks, but then again, no matter how sick

This might sound to most of us, you too, will want to know

As seen on the many televised shows

Madrid, Spain