“On the rocks? At least you can dive into the cool blue waters!” Gun Roswell
Waters
Splashes
Against the rocks
Water so cold
It shocks
Beach empty
Room is plenty
For a holiday
Off season
That was
A simple reason
For a vacation
Good choices
Are scares
Great holidays
Extremely rare
“Splash into the calming blue hues or crystal clear creek ever so inviting” Gun Roswell
Waters
Sun shine
Life is fine
Cool blues
With a touch of
Turquoise
Sun tanners
On their sun beds
Set as decoys
A picture so vivid
As the waters liquid
Buy this image?
Maybe,
But lately
It has only
Rained 😉
“The way home is not difficult to find” Gun Roswell
The Way Home
Follow, the lights
Shining, so bright
High above the ground
In a solitary window
Your way back home
Now, easier to find
“There is always something more interesting on the other side, right?“ Gun Roswell
What’s at the very end?
Standing at the start of a very long and narrow, but inviting pier. If I was a seer, I would know what ahead of me lies, alas, I am not, so the only option is to either stop, or move forward, towards the great unknown. And that is what I have chosen. Making this an adventure to be gone on.
As I am slowly but surely moving forward, with my legs shaky, as each step, can be my very last, on this rickety old lane of fast. But I continue, as I am curious and I do want to know, what there is at the very end for me to show. A revelation perhaps? A reward of some sort?
What ever it is, I cannot wait to find out, even if it would be, just a simple old kind of a lighthouse!
“Take a load off, it’s Sunday after all, so a respite is a must” Gun Roswell
A seat in a cafe on a sunny Sunday
The crowds all but gone, during these times of change for us all. A cozy spot in the corner over there, awaited us. It was after all the perfect day, for a stop in a small cafe, just around the block. A good time for a quick, or even longer break, with a scone and some well deserved coffee. And as the day had proven to be filled with walking, and a lot of sightseeing as some might put it, this was the perfect ending with a reward so fit. So, taking the time off, of browsing the city’s each and every single spot, and fInding solace in the largest of coffee cups. After all, it was a sunny Sunday, and, a day of rest, and this seat, was certainly the best, in town, making whatever frown turn upside down. Surely, as it was meant.
“The clouds heavy looking and filled with stormy rain, I know, soon will fade, because I am on a boat and totally enjoying myself“ Gun Roswell
Across the wide seas
Setting sail, towards the open, and still calm seas, totally inviting
But the forecast filed with ominous promises of possible thunder and lightning
And as soon a hit those supposedly calming waves, I am starting to hesitate
What if a terrible storm filled with hurricane range winds, would end up being my fate
But then again, I was already determined, of my precious break time, on the ocean to spend
And no amount of hell of a high water, would ever keep me, from reaching that very end
So for now, my small vessel, I am confidently steering, with my face still in a state of leering
Because this type of a trip, was a long time in planning, and I’m not about starting
To change those plans so well made, because if there is one thing, I really hate
Is not completing a set up task, even if out here I could not too long last
But the point here being, that I will try to be seeing, through this, venture
No matter the weather, I know this will still be, quite, the adventure, for me
“Floating an a cloud” Gun Roswell
Above (haiku)
Mountains below seem so low
When watching from my ivory tower down
Clouds as curtains I bow
“Come to the beach, we have warm sand and blue waters here, plus, sunshine all day long!” Gun Roswell
A sandy beach with lots of blues in sight
The soft feel, under my hard-felt feet
Almost lulls me gently, to a deep state of sleep
The sea open wide, right there, in front of me
Is so damn blue, it’s like so totally deep
I am not sure if I am dreaming or not
Maybe I should not think about it too much
Since this sensation currency on me
Feels too good to disturb or shake the feel
Going with the currencies wherever this state takes
Not worrying too much if the sensations are totally fake
This may be a memory of something from the past
Or then I simply stepped through a wormhole and ain’t that worth a gasp!
So, for now, I am here, sinking in deeper and deeper
The sand feeling warm as the skies are getting so much clearer
Deep are the blues both in the ocean and above
This is truly the place I have yearned for and now am with utter love
Don’t disturb me, please, while I may or may not be sleeping
This time I am in is gently into each and every poor seeping
I may be floating in mid air, or just sleeping in my bed instead
But what ever this is, leave now and let me here be
“Riding into the sunset, it’s such a cliche, but looks cool in the pix at least!“ Gun Roswell
A long sunset ride into the night
The night falls and time stalls. The soft sand on the beach giving a perfect path for the hard hoofs to thread on making their impressions to last at least a moment before the waves hit the shores adding to the lore. The last rays of the sun trying to catch as moving towards the very west, but that is just the small part of this mission, into perfect bliss. Which we were told does truly exist. And this adventure is about finding out, whether it is the truth or not.
Riding well into the darkness, just as the stars are starting sparkling, feeling like royalty or at least some sort of leisure people. The ride going slow, with several of us in tow, but it’s just the flow of this ride of the night. Catching all those hidden treasures lurking in the dark shadows, as the ride continues towards the sacred meadows, the watery kind, hoping that one place of peace to find, at least on this calm night, where the winds have stopped blowing and totally now flowing with the universe, without reverse.
“It’s just rain, right?” Gun Roswell
Weather, thou art a heartless bitch
Oh you deceitful heartless wench
Pouring your cold rain for us to drench
Tiny drops kept smiling
All the while you were cunning
The plot most foul and cruel
Changing us from fun to gloom
Summer how ever long it stayed
Has finally shown it’s ugly face
Weather as cold as can be
Puddles of water
For our flip flops slaughter
As far as the eyes can see
Gone are the days of wonder
What is beyond there
Maybe some sun shine?
Oh that would be just fine!
But oh dear weather
Thou certainly art a heartless bitch!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 