“It’s a setting sun across the shadowy land” Gun Roswell
Laying on the soft sand
Staring into the horizon
Dreaming of a foreign land
Will I find something grand?
Is there a greater plan?
But, too lazy to leave this strand
So, at least I will get a tan
“An alien has landed and photo-bombed the image!” Gun Roswell
One small step for human
One forty-two size shoe on the ground
Is this just an illusion,
Or something profound?
Perhaps a mission to Mars,
Or just a photographing farce?
Let your imagination run wild
Who knows what adventures you will find
On planet Earth
She said, with mirth
“It’s covered with snow.” Gun Roswell
Made out of snow
In one windy blow
The air cool and misty
Shiny white and crispy
Nature pearled
And transformed
Into winter world
“After lunch time, it was time to enjoy the warmth of the sun and cool off in the pool.” Gun Roswell
Swimming
All thoughts dimming
Relaxing
Nothing perplexing
Mind
Finally at rest
Unwind
Is the best
Turquoise
Filling the view
Disguise
All feelings of blue
“It’s all in the perspective of things, right?” Gun Roswell
Catching the winds of spring
Soaring high up, my song to sing
I am a pretty bird in flight
And I may not always choose right
But I am sure this direction
Is the one I need for completion
Of my getting up so high
Even so far as the crows fly
Despite being a miniature beaked thing
There is no rule saying I cannot sing
And thusly, I am up here
In the open wide stratosphere
Higher than any other bird ever
In your face, for being clever!
“Not all days are filled with sunshine, most are not” Gun Roswell
When it rains, it possibly pours
How to find a shelter outdoors?
Behold, a wonderful escape
In a shape of a cafe
By the beautiful Esplanade
Soon, sitting, coffee enjoying
Carefully watching
Life and passersby flowing
And the sunshine washing
The rainy clouds away
“It’s supposed to be very short.” Gun Roswell
High contrast
Today’s forecast
Blue skies
And sunshine
“Sometimes, the sun shines, no matter the time of year it just might be.” Gun Roswell
If you expected sunshine,
Sitting on a terrace
With a cool glass of wine
And feeling, just fine
Then,
I hate to disappoint
Dearie,
But it seems,
The odds
Are heavily
Against you
The weather gods
Decided their jobs
Was to make you sob
Like the true sociopaths
Bringing on their wrath
Even if you did not need a bath
But soaking wet
Soon you’ll be
If you think
The game is set
Maybe
It is time to flee
Or then
Just forget,
The bummer
After all
It is not even summer
And just
Another day
In Paradise?
“It’s the good ole times, all in black and white or more like, monochrome greys?” Gun Roswell
Looking at the world through monochromatic eyes
Eyes wide without any shade or disguise
Disguise, which is so easy to cover
Cover up all the faults
Faults only visible in true colours
Colours so easily distorted Distorted like the inevitable truth
Truth which cannot be hidden Hidden in the shades and shadows
Shadows only seen in the darkness
Darkness hiding in the black Black and white turning to grey
Grey, which is the true colour Colour without any kind of colour
Colour only described as monochrome
“Sometimes the sun shines into the womp rats nest” Star Wars
Walk towards the light
The brightest white light
This is your rite
And you holiday given right
Finally enjoy some sunshine!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 