Totally so, on the rocks!

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“On the rocks you say? Order a soft drink of the same name perhaps? Or just, life in general being just that? Usually, it’s either one or the other, or then second preceding the first option!” Gun Roswell

Totally so, on the rocks!

Life, death, life, things that nature, whatever the situation might just be, being totally alive or having died? Well, I would hope that while writing this ditty, I am alive, or at least, pretending to be, for you see, being on the rocks, totally so, and not even getting the drink to top it all! Well, guess, this really does seem like a dream of sorts, as seen, when, not totally dead or alive, just somewhere there between a state, where a moment of hesitate comes upon the dreamer, well, me, thinking, where am I? Is this really a dream or real life and what is even real life? Then I remember, the fact, of not really being dead either, simply having escaped, the place of the rocks, or rather, laying on top of some very pointy ones, stabbing in the back, really nasty things those are and so, having simply escaped, to this dream world and only waiting for the dreaded moment, when the day calls and I got to get up and there it goes, the alarm! So, guess, on the rocks it will be, for at least, a while!

The Seat and the Cool Blue

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“The blue is calming, the blue is cool, the blue makes one feel soothed, sitting down and taking a load off, is a bonus” Gun Roswell


The Seat and the Cool Blue

The calm of the Sunday afternoon, is lulling the weary traveller to sleep, as while looking for the perfect spot, to lay down for a spell of a moment, just because, the heat of the summer was getting on, and so, taking a load off, was the best option.

Finding respite under the trees, the white and blue surroundings calming and soothing just enough, the breathing heavy from before, now much more even and so, before the evening descends, and it is time to return to sleep, the weary traveller can keep this seat, in a cafe so small, nobody else was able to see it, as only the lucky ones, daring to seek, had found the blues.

Totally Green 

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“It’s so lush, so fresh, so totally gorgeous, it looks good and even edible, it’s green!” Gun Roswell

Totally Green 

It’s the time of the year, when all is so utterly green, the leaves, the grass, even some of the water, but that is not really good, but, the green colour is all around to be found, especially when it has been raining heavily, the nature nurtured by the life giving liquid.

But don’t be fooled, because as soon as it gets too hot or too cold, the green will turn quite sour, into a murky looking brown! So, keep watering the fields of green, because those will only last for this very short season!s

Too much stuff to do, too little energy to do it!

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“There are always things on the to-do list pending, always!” Gun Roswell

Too much stuff to do, too little energy to do it!

Chores, tasks, gigs, jobs, whatever you might them wanna call, they seem to be of an endless supply, but, never one to shy away from a challenge, still, where is the time for it all, and should I care any less?

The planner always full, with something or another to do, never the time for rest, even for the best, not that I am claiming to be one, but it would be nice, at least for once, to have a completely empty desk with a cleared up calendar!

So, guess I will do nothing to day, as there is just too much there, I would not even know where to begin, and hey, if it is a sin, to just slack for a day, then fine, I am a mega big sinner, so go ahead, on me, lay all the blame! 

Through another looking glass

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“Take a look through the glass, see what is on the other side, of history, to be more precise” Gun Roswell

Through another looking glass

The ancient vibes, through this very window thrive

The lush and green nature, the unexpected adventure

Waiting, for the present day traveller, just on the other side

If you feel daring enough, taking a deep dive

Into the very past of us all, the history, where time has stalled

Open the window, and take a good look around

Because there are so many wonders to be found

Just out there, outside the window of your home

Simply step though, the other looking glass

And don’t worry, you will be able to pass

Into the history behind the transparent barrier

As this, designated entryway is the very carrier

For anyone wanting to visit, their own past

There is coffee in the pot

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“There should always be coffee ready and waiting, especially for those who simply cannot get through the day without this fine organic suspension ever made” Gun Roswell

There is coffee in the pot

The coffee made ready for all those thirsty ones, who can always appreciate a really good cup, no matter whether with milk or even sugar, or perhaps cold, as some of them might be so totally bold and also daring to drink from the coffee pot, even if the machine had turned off a long while ago.

And for those brave souls, who would drink the somewhat stale liquid, without even one blink of the eye, will later be rewarded, with a fresh pot of the hot stuff, which will make the weakest of the spoons melt as soon as the hollow object will be introduced into the cup where the substance is poured into, and it would be such a sin too, to late any single drop go to waste.

So, drink up, whether cold or hot, the coffee being poured into the cup, from the large container gently known as a pot, and should you find the pot empty at any point in time, simply make sure to fill it with water and grains and then put it on a fiery frame, as the pot should never be kept empty.

The Winter’s Moon

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“The moon comes out, no matter the time of the year, it does not care, just because it can, it will, appear.” Gun Roswell

The Winter’s Moon

The moon shining in the early evening hours, having come out, from behind the curtains, not really having been hiding, just, hanging up there, waiting for the right moment, to make its appearance, now that sun doesn’t dominate the skies, as it is, winter time and so, taking its special place, for the length of the nigh, being at its fullest, which is always nice.

And so all of us moon worshipers gathering out there, in the cold night air, simply to be able to pay homage and howl at the round moon.

The way down

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“Take the steps one at the time and trust in that you will be fine, as wherever you end up, just remember to smile” Gun Roswell

The way down

The steps ahead leading to a place, somewhere else than where you stand right now as no one really in stays, in the same allotted time and space and so, daring to take the first step is the beginning of a long and lingering journey, with plenty more stairs to share, but as long as keeping in mind the burning flare, the one deep inside, the world, galaxy open wide will become the travelled path which for an eternity will last.

The watcher on the ledge

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“The small bird keeps on singing its song all day long, but, are you really listening?“ Gun Roswell 

The watcher on the ledge

The bird who on the ledge keeps on sitting, sometimes it might be singing, but often times, only watching, observing, taking notes, of all those around and below, just in the hopes, that maybe, someone would sometime read them and then, maybe learn from the past experiences of all the others making their mistakes, which this observer of a kind, has painstakingly recorded for all mankind, for the future reference for a much needed learning experience in them to find.

So, next time around, when you spot a bird, on the higher ground, sitting on the ledge up there, maybe even singing a few songs, for your pleasure, just to make you feel safe, and then give you some much needed strength, even for the moment as theses birds are there only to replay, those past events in the form of a song. And whether you are listening in to the wisdom in there is really up to you, so please do, listen carefully, and maybe you can learn something important too.

The waiting maid by the door

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“Those who served in the past, with little or none in compensation and with too much to do, never a moment to their own, only a resting place in the end” Gun Roswell

The waiting maid by the door

The young woman stood there, by the door, not sure whether she could step inside, onto the floor, after all, she was there only for one purpose, to serve, the family, those who would have her, a labourer for the day, working for minimal wage.

She wasn’t educated by any means, but what she lacked in knowledge, she always managed to compensate with courage and hard labour, never the one to shy away from any given task, no matter how hard and long it would last.

When the working day was done, staring in the early morning hours and ending by nightfall, when the rest of the family had fallen, sleep catching, as only then was she allowed to take a rest, for a few hours until the next arriving day break.

This circle of her life went on for years to come, until she was finally done, getting a proposal from the farmer’s son and off and married she was, not her goal in life, but way back when, this was how a woman’s life was spent… or then again, perhaps, it wasn’t in the so distant past after all?