Workaday seats, oh please!

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“The seats for a working day, may not look like much, but hey, they will give you some respite, and make the day move along more quickly?” Gun Roswell

Workaday seats, oh please!

The rickety chairs, not looking to great, and to be honest, I would rather be somewhat late, of the office, if these were the ones offered for me, to sit on the whole day, not really the ergonomic ones, everyone has on display these days.

But, perhaps all is not lost, as the cost just might be, walking around the office, and not just in one place to sit, a good pace during the day to be held, and so, in the process, getting a work out without any kind of cost!

So, before starting to scowl, about the reasons, these chairs should the simply thrown, to a great big bonfire, rather than having people sit on them, well, maybe consider the alternative, which would be to get your mind, body and thighs, into a good shape, at least, that could be some kind of a goal?

Without coffee….

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“There is no substitute for coffee in the whole wide world, it is the most refreshing and nourishing sustenance ever devised and nothing and no one, comes even close to it” Gun Roswell

Without coffee….

I am not a very nice person, especially in the early morning hours, even after the showers

But, pour me a cup of coffee, a large one a that, it can be plain and black, preferred that way anyway, then pour me another one, and perhaps one more for good luck…

Then watch me turn from the evil horned devilish being I’ve just been before all that caffeine, and turning into a… well, perhaps not as totally changed and all around nice person…

But, a tolerable one, who can accomplish any task you might just be sending my way and do say this with utter and complete conviction…

As coffee is, the most, the best, the only thing I really do need, just to survive a day until the end and if a need would arise, beyond and way into the night…

As with coffee, I can slay, I can fight, I can try to reach the very top of the world, well, at least, on some heap where I am hurled into…

As long as the darling coffee, never desist to exist, my life, well, it will be pretty fine, unless, you take, my precious and only coffee, away!

Winter vs. Summer

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“There totally is something to be said about both winter and summer. Which is that people are able to bitch about them both as nothing is never good enough ;P” Gun Roswell

Winter vs. Summer

The weather changes yes, it is a natural occurrence.

Some of the places on this blue globe of ours have varied seasons.

Spring, summer, winter, fall, they all are part of the cycle.

Controlling them could be an option, then again something it is stopping.

The natural order of things disturbed as the humans continue their stirs.

And so, whining about it being too hot or too cold?

Guess whomever the ticket to this place we are on sold,

Did not let the buyers read the fine print after all?

White and the shadows 

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“The contrasts between light and shadow, black and white, darkness and bright are quite breathtaking” Gun Roswell 

White and the shadows 

The starkness of the non coloured smooth surfaces, the edges and points of the darkening shadows, causing spikes of interest in the corner of the onlookers eyes. The plain fields filled with nothing and also everything, even with the lack of colour, only the changing of light making the non permanent fixtures wherever they strike. And, for the careful observer, there is much more there than that to be found, as the patterns hidden slowly start to emerge from the top to the ground, and sometimes even surge up from all the levels never reachable until visible with the changing of day and night. 

The continuous struggle, the fight of coming to life, whether a shadow or a blip of light, continues on the walls of eternity, for those whom seek to see, as without the struggle there would be no light nor shadow, simply a whole plain of greys, but then again, maybe some of us could find the nuances and structures inside those planes as well. It is simply the matter of searching and then finding out what those are, as it really is, mostly art and that is a good start.

What mysteries lie hidden at the very end of the long dark tunnel?

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“There are always hidden treasures to be found, total mysteries to uncover, when daring to adventure thought the never ending tunnel, leading to places never discovered.” Gun Roswell

What mysteries lie hidden at the very end of the long dark tunnel?

Feeling ever so daring, with that whole feeling of getting, into the unexpected, the unknown

The mind and the body simply tingling, with total excitement they are both singing

Just because of the ever present and all around lurking danger

The expectations of finding something so odd, never before seen and special

But mostly, the not knowing of what really lies ahead, being reckless instead of safe

As is the curious mind, always on the prowl, to find, something else, than simply what is, the daily grind

Because what is life, without at least, a little piece of adventure?

What lies beyond the barriers, the stone walls?

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“There is always something out there, something worth while to visit” Gun Roswell 

What lies beyond the barriers, the stone walls?

The archway beckoning, for the visitor to come calling, to step through the very gate, the doorway, out there, to go and figure out, what it is all about, perhaps even the answers to life itself, all the mysteries becoming unraveled as after there travelled, something could easily be revealed, so, why not take a chance, and into the deep dive, proverbially of course, as the source, the key, is right there, at the port, simply waiting for the weary seeker, to step right through, just like that, like decided out of the blue.

Walking to the end of the long pier

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“Walking to the very end of the pier, well, look around, you don’t have to be a seer, to predict this outcome!” Gun Roswell


Walking to the end of the long pier

Predictions of a good view? Reserved, for the chosen few?

Hardly those as at all, as anyone could walk down the long way, finding the same display, as the rest of us could see gleaming from the seashore, never a bore, is the greeting for us in store.

The blues across the horizon, whether the sun or moon is on the rising.

Whatever the time of the day, it does not matter as this, this is the best place.

The end of the pier, is where the sights so dear are seen.

So, why would anyone want to go anywhere else at all?

Well, simply because, this place is not reachable by most.

And maybe the seaside is not even your very special thing.

But whatever the case is, whether you love or maybe even hate it.

Just try it once, take that walk down the long pier and who knows.

Maybe you too, will become a believer of the moon, the sun and even

The view at the end of the pier.

Walk on the wild side

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“Dare to walk on the wilder side of life, near the soaring oceans, and then, diving into the deep end” Gun Roswell

Walk on the wild side

The nature dangerous and rocky, but feeling rather cocky, at least for the very moment as the slippery slope down the rickety pier, could easily end up in plenty of tears, but soldiering on, as the goal, is to take on an adventure, though minor in nature, still a big one for this weary soul, the idea totally bold, to take a dip, into the salty slick, the blues of the water’s end beckoning, or then, simply because it is there, to plunge in and splash around for a moment, before finding a away back on solid ground.

Up, up the very stairs we go

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“Climb the stairs ever upward, who knows what you will find up there!” Gun Roswell

Up, up the very stairs we go

There is always something better, up there, at the top of the stairs.

At least, that is what we all like to think, that somehow, higher is better, that something good is waiting for us on the higher levels, like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, similarly something good will be there if we only dare to, climb ever higher?

An illusion perhaps, a fantasy no less?

Who carers, because I have already started my ascend and I am half way there! Raise you the rest of them way!

Up up the palm tree 

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“Climbing up the tree, is so fun” Gun Roswell 

Up up the palm tree 

The blimp up might be hard but if one is really smart, then up up up all the way you can start and get ever higher to observe the world below.

And why?

Just because to show all those doubtful ones, it cannot be done, but it is and so up there in the tree, singing songs of how strong you feel.

As it was a feat, after all, to get up there and the remain for a time without the fear of falling down, as it was really really hard after all, to climb the wall certainly not so smooth.