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“The ominous forty-seven, keeps popping up everywhere, or maybe,  it’s a good sign?” Gun Roswell 

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When the midnight struck

I was running out of luck

I needed to wait

Until, the time was something over forty-eight

But alas I did not well fair



As into the clock I stared

It kept on its timeless ticking

Slowly but surely flicking

And the endless count 

As I started to have my doubts

Finally, the number four appeared

One, two, three, I feared

That the number of eight would never come

And just as I was about to cheer along

Time stopped:

Just, at zero zero forty-seven

Surely, this wasn’t, heaven?

A Lada Car for me?

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“What does it matter if it’s an older model, it still works does it not? “ Gun Roswell

A Lada Car for me?

When the need for any type of vessel

To transport you anywhere (well somewhere at least) across town

It does not matter whether it has the latest gadgets

Or even runs with gasoline, methane or beer (going green is always good)

But once you fall in love with a tiny blue thing (yes, thing is the best description for it)

It will certainly make your heart to sing (and make your wallet cry)

A blast from the very, very past

Some might say, and then gasp (they do that a lot don’t they)

But no matter what the others might think

Just let yourself into the comfy seat sink

Then push the petal (not entirely to the metal as it may break)

And glide down the road (or jump depending on how reliable your driving abilities are)

Now riding in a car built by an already forgotten super power

Does not make to feel like you have such great power

But this is a leisure drive after all (yeah, you really need it today)

So, just enjoy the time and make it a ball

Ride the blue painted bucked of metal to the sunset (well maybe to the beach within the hour)

And return the ride before you have to pay extra for the fun set

A funky day kind of hanging seat

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“Sunny days can be a lot of fun, if you are in that relaxed hazy kind of mood, but if not, well, then there might just be, trouble!” Gun Roswell

A funky day kind of hanging seat

The weather fine, check.
The sun was shining, check.
All the task done, check.
Car packed and ready, check.
And then it was just to punch in the heading.
Towards the sunny beach side of thing.
And I, I was so totally happy I could sing.

Riding in the car, not to slow or too fast, but wanting to get there as soon as possible was the general idea, as today, was the only day, of total leisure without even an iota of work to do in sight And this fact alone, should have brought out the wide smiles. And so they did and they were, plastered on all the members taking part in this impromptu kind of an outing. Steering to the sunny side of the beach, and the hanging kind of a seat, near the waters edge, where most of us would easily pledge, our own souls for letting us stay near the sooting waves at least for this one special day.

Thoughts on the Day of Birth

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“Even the Eternal Entity needs a day of… rest?“ Gun Roswell

Thoughts on the Day of Birth

Eternal or not

Cartoony or Spock

Sometimes life is a lot

Alas, happier thoughts

Despite the weight

Of one more year of age

Be it on the waist

Or somewhere else 

The eyes still see

The heart still feels

The brain… 

…well, that is a whole other can of worms

Literally, don’t even try to check it out

Alas, I digress!

Happy something something day

To the one who wrote this poem to celebrate!

Cake? 

Coffee?

Yes please! 

And keep it pouring at least

Until the clock chimes twelve

On the twenty-seventh 

(The day of hell???)

Young, old, eternal, in prime?

We all need our day to shine!

A beach view hidden 

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“Peekaboo, I see a sea view, from my hideout at the beach, perfection at reach” Gun Roswell 

A beach view hidden 

The most perfect place on the face of the earth was the only one searched for so long and hard, as the seeker smart relentlessly kept on going even of for a long time there was nothing worth showing. Until finally, one day, almost by accident stumbling upon the most magnificent display. That of a hidden beach, so totally secret and absolutely neat, the searcher most certain nothing in front of them visible now, could ever that defeat. 

Carefully approaching the scene, as if in fear it would soon disappear. But that fear was unwarranted as the vision in front soon turned out to be even more than something used to spark ones imagination. Closing in on the long sought treasure both of the mind and heart, knowing the seeker needed to act smart. As disturbing the perfection and alerting others to this secret attraction was not intended and so, moving forward with caution was the only option.

Reaching the final barrier, and peeking behind the trees hiding the view for anyone to see. A moment spent in simply admiration and awe, still not sure what they saw, was real. But then courage kicking in and the final steps were taken. Landing on the untouched and sacred beach, was the end of the seekers trip and now settling there for a moment, enjoy the silence of the waves, then to a memory it all to save, before going back from once they came, life never going to be the same after having experienced, perfection.

Yellow and Orange for Seat Sunday

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“The colours simply inviting, to take a seat, even if it might be, in the middle of a busy street“ Gun Roswell

Yellow and Orange for Seat Sunday

The streets of the small city, not really something too giddy, simply a stop on a route of a larger tour, trying to pack in as much to see as possible

But, the quaint and colourful respites all around the city’s streets, might just peek, the curiosity, to either find more of them, or then, to simply take a load off, after all, the tour is rather tough

Whether you will find more of these seats, spread across the many and narrow streets, rest assured, those snaps you might just have clicked, will be the source of plenty of likes, perhaps on the internets, or simply at a long evening’s travel recap

Work Life Balance, with Coffee?

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“There is work and then, there is life, whatever that means and then, most of all, there is coffee, a true life and work saviour“ Gun Roswell

Work Life Balance, with Coffee?

There is such a thing, as taking your time which is always fine, but when at work, you have to be doing things like a jerk, one after another, after another, after another, until you are never done, as the work is never ending and well, what message is this ditty really sending?

Life, well, at least on weekends, unless you have them in a bed spend, not out of fun, but exhaustion, because you simply could not sleep enough, during the work week so rough, and isn’t that something, that we refer to the days between the weekends, as the working one? Definitely, nothing fun, unless you are of the lucky ones, whom actually get to do what they love, and get paid?

Well, whatever the case might be, there is only one thing which will you from this all save. Guessed already what it is? Really? Nothing? It’s really quite simple, as the red pimple at the top of your very nose and the answer, well, some of you were pretty close, in getting it right.

So, here is the big reveal: Coffee! The answer to all and every little thing!

Writer, heal thyself

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“A writer’s life is never an easy one, the lonely and solemn state, lost in one’s own head every single day… but what if I like it there, inside of the made sphere?“ Gun Roswell

Writer, heal thyself

The made up words with the made up characters inside of the made up world inside of the mind of the writer

Going in deeper, never leaving the comfortable familiar place, the outside is there and outside it will remain

Living in one’s own head, night and day, never easy alas it is what this choice came with and what to except

The life of a writer, being everyone and everywhere all at once even if never really leaving the made up place up in the head 

As there it is where they belong, the stories being told even if none of them are the writer’s own.

Working hard? Hardly!

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“The winter season gives you extra special tasks to do, like shovelling the snow almost every single day. Fun, am I right? Not! she replied, quickly enough” Gun Roswell 

Working hard? Hardly!

The shovel at the door, simply waiting for me to finish the chore, the thing happening in winter,, the one with the snow, which after a while becomes quite the bore as it seems a never ending lore, the falling of snow flakes onto each and every surface, which seemed like a welcome change, for a day or so. But, as the same old continued all day long, all days long as it were, the beauty of it all soon faded and the eternal struggle with the snow shovel, soon turned to some kind of hatred, for the white powdery stuff, the winter seemingly too long and rough, especially with constant grinding of minus degrees of frozen solid, to rain and sleet and all that shit. So, in the end or not nearly the end of this season, it all had become enough, as the piles growing ever higher had no space to be, as you see, small yards make easy maintenance, but not during the winter’s mighty entrance, almost as an eternal pest that one is and makes one wish for a warmer climate to stay in. And so, with that in mind one snowy day, the shovel was left where it was left to lay. And the snow? Well, it would be spring time eventually, right? But hey! It’s already summer!

World Upside Down

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“No matter which way you look at it, the world is always crocked, having been turned upside down, the moment it was found, by someone, sailing the seven seas, well, something like that“ Gun Roswell

World Upside Down

The world can easily be on the level or then, simply upside down,

It all depends whether you are looking at it, with a smile or a frown,

There is nothing level about it, even the horizon, a squiggly line,

But hey, if you can keep your feet on the ground, it’s all simply fine,

Because it does not matter whether all of it is up or down or other way around,

As long as you can live with it, on it, around it, then hey, that is the best state found,

So, no matter what others say out loud, you should always hold your own ground,

A totally level and a straight line, does not exist, it’s all a myth and they all know it too,

And from now on even if hanging upside down, in a world the other way around,

Well, it’s all crocked anyway, and so, just hang in there and gently sway!