River slow, night time low

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“River runs slow at night, never a fright, even if a deep dive you wanna take, just outta spite” Gun Roswell 

River slow, night time low

The night is upon, and nothing will get done, as it is, two in the morning, with low expectation of sun, still there might be something totally fun, to do, just for those daring few, while threading down the river bank, the place where the old boat sank, taking out a dingy, yeah, the one of no one is singing, and paddling across the short distance to the other shore, for whatever hoping to score, as the night time makes most of us dorks.

Shadow and the light, ever so bright

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“Just watch it peek through, the light, so powerful, no shadow can hold it from bleeding through“ Gun Roswell

Shadow and the light, ever so bright

The darkness defending the land, with its cold hand, touching all in its path

But not even the most darkened shadow can last, when a burst of light, so powerful is cast

Over is the dark and dank feeling in an instant, as as soon as the power touches like a plant

Through time and space it will reach and then make its very own place to last

The light of the day, the light of life, will be able to cast away any doubt of darkness making its place forever, even if it might remain, in the shadows

Rest In Peace Queen Elizabeth – Thank you for your service!

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Seated at the wine tasting booth on a Sunday

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“The seat at the wine refinery, what a place to enjoy a Sunday, because sometimes, you are allowed a drink for few, right?” Gun Roswell 

Seated at the wine tasting booth on a Sunday

The Sunday pretty much a dull boring day, but a day of rest and perhaps a taste of something soothing, calming and cooling, the close by breweries wine, dulling the restless mind at least for a while.

Catching the closest seat, at the booth, where the wine yard keepers are having a few samples on display, in the multicoloured glasses just to please, the gathering crowds, as this one, is certainly a treat.

The queue forming to the left, but soon enough spreading to the right, but luckily, there is no fight, amongst the many wine loving ones, each waiting their turn of getting the soothing liquid inside of their thirsty mouths, while chatting with each other loudly.

And then, the wine gods and goddesses emerge, carried on a cloud, bearing gifts to the awaiting crowd, and without any fuss, soon the feast will start, everyone there taking a part, the grapes, the wine a flow, on this Sunday started so slow, but now, there is definitely a lot going on.

Rocky roads ahead

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“Go climb a rock, or not, because those look kinda dangerous… “ Gun Roswell

Rocky roads ahead

Rough seas, or at least, wherever the waves hit the rocks, or perhaps those are mountains, growing from the water’s surface?

Whatever they are, they seem so very large, going around them, could be a difficult task, and climbing over? 

Well, guess that is something worth a try?

Whatever you decide to do – leave your craft behind, try to swim and let the diving decide or then be more on the daring side and well, climb, climb, climb?

Me? 

I simply prefer to steer clear of such things, keep a good and smart distance!

Blinded by the Sun

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“The sun will be shining, long after we are all gone, and even if it may be dimming, never again so strong, for now, trust that the rise and set will be there for you to let, dictate your very days to come“ Gun Roswell

Blinded by the Sun

The streets are as long as are the shadows cast, the very mood, the overall ambience just like from the past, meant to last, long after those admiring the special moment, have come and gone, and over the rainbow bridge passed.

And so, do not worry, and for goodness sake, don’t be sorry if missing the special spell in time, as the sun will come back again in the morning, it always does, even if there just might be a totally cloudy cast and with rain and thunder hitting hard, because the sun, is somewhere there, behind the curtain, only waiting for its moment to shine through.

And so, with that thought, safely go to bed, fall asleep, knowing, the one sure thing in life will be there, even if all other things might just fall apart, as the globe of fire, is totally smart, meant to last, way longer than any kind of life, here on this small blue ball.

2.47 AM

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“The time is now, even if it is in the middle of the night, but if it feels right, simply, write” Gun Roswell

2.47 am

Sometimes it is right to just be awake, when others sleep, because your mind is in to deep of it all, the worlds created and destroyed, inside the very head of your own, and just because the timing might be bad, throwing away ideas popping up so vey sad or glad?

Well, simply not an option, as the very concoction, can soon be read online, and whether it is fine or not?

Guess you should be the judge of that?

Secret Hideaways

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“Lush greens, do cover so many things, homes even, dwellings for those who don’t want to be seen” Gun Roswell

Secret hideaways

The red coloured houses, would usually indicate a stop sign, an x marks the spot type, to more like come find us, we are here, come see who we are, step inside our house!

But, the colour is well hidden, behind the lush green scenery. Hard to find, even at first glance, the small dwellings, even in the middle of the busy neighbourhood, there really is no reason why pass by you simply could.

Alas, with a careful eye, some of us spy, behind the leaves several well hidden lairs, but, being courteous, never wondering close enough, only taking a small peek, at what there just might be.

Seat to the concrete

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“Take a load off, even if you have to scoff, because the seat below, is too hard on to doze off” Gun Roswell

Seat to the Concrete 

Painted in bright inviting colours, those seats, built onto the concrete floors, outdoors no less, and I must confess, it all looks really good, but sitting on that, well, guess there is doubt whether one should, as comfortable it is not, but if it is only a short stop, so, perhaps it will all work, as not all seats need to be as soft, because the lay over is only for a while, before continuing moving along, the trip, not even the long.

I don’t really have a life, do I?

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“Living inside a fantasy world inside one’s own mind can be dangerous they said. Still it is much better here, than anywhere else, so why should I want to leave?“ Gun Roswell

I don’t really have a life, do I?

Life?

What is this thing everyone keeps talking about – life?

It is a rather difficult of a concept to grasp

And someone even suggested it doesn’t that long last?

So why then bother?

Why not simply live inside the most perfect make believe world?

Created by the twisted mind and then oneself having into it hurled

But, by choice, as all the many voices there

Bring comfort and care, never ever despair

And so, the conclusion?

Is there life outside one’s mind?

Or is all of it out there simply a concoction of someone much smarter?

And all those living their supposed lives?

Simply mere players in someone else’s mind?