Happy Star Trek Day!

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“Live long and prosper! We come to serve!” Spock, Star Trek

Happy Star Trek Day!

We Trekkies will always keep on Trekking
Watching, observing, learning, burning
For the next new show to come on streaming
Fandom totally strong, that is certainly no jest
Whether we agree on the canon or look for the best
The story lines may vary, sometimes fun or scary
Cartoon, future or the past, Star Trek will last
The series now over fifty years old, still going bold
Or rather boldly, where no show has gone before
And happily digesting all of it, simply because; score!
Yeah, some might think us nerdy and bored
But we don’t care, as long as there is a convention or fair
Somewhere around the world held, even virtual cons
Trekkies have no qualms in watching that tube of a thing
Where even some of their favourite characters sing
Yeah, they really do that, even if we did not ask!
But never mind, whatever is going on is fine
As long as the Trek keeps on going boldly,
Where no other fan has gone before!

Happy Star Trek day to one and all, whether you are a fan or not at all!

Just passing by, that’s why

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“Just two ships passing each other by, in the very ocean wide” Gun Roswell 

Just passing by, that’s why

It was a calm and hazy early morning, as the two ships emerged without a warning, passing each other close by, as it was planned, but only on the fly. Sailing in from the opposite direction of one and other, only meeting in the middle of the inter section, they hardly had time to meet or even give a proper greet. As simply floating by the other, never touching, only glancing once, maybe twice. But there really was no time to say anything else let alone something nice to the other, as the flow kept on going and there really was no stopping it. A well known fact for both, as they knew that despite their slow motion, it was inevitable for the two of them to meet. But, there was nothing more of an option for them, except this on fleeting moment in time, seeing each other for the first and also last time, as the two slow boats, were just passing each other by, and maybe that was enough, and both of them could be just fine after the chance encounter, perhaps by design.

On the rocks?

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“Between the hard of the rock and the blue coloured watery place? Tough choices them are, which I have to make!” Gun Roswell 

On the rocks?

When life takes you to the seashore, a place you have seem so many times before, it is there where the endless blue waters and warm sands beneath your soles meet the rocks of the past, standing ever so tall. 

But whether you simply want to look at the statuesque construct by Mother Nature, or the daringly climbing on the very top, be reminded of the danger of the alluring rocky structure, as you  may end up for a great big fall.

So, make your choice, take a pick, of either remaining where you are, on the safety of the beach, and just leaving that one dream of conquering the mountain ever so high, just there, out of reach, playing the bet as safe as can be, because you are here to peace only find!

Or, take on the challenge, to climb as high as possible even if you might lack the talent, because you are the one and only hot head of the heard, of those near which might have that one and only rant heard, and then, simple take the plunge or in this case, the climb!

Fly by

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“There is a flyby, just about ever day now” Gun Roswell

Fly by

The annoying high pitch loud sound, was all around
And, the culprit once again, nowhere to be found
I looked all over, search the skies and the ground
But nothing or no one was there, to take the blame
And this was always the case, the mystery remained
As if it was some kind of a too funky game to play
Guess I was getting a little bit tired of this same old
Because it seemed these flybys we’re getting way bold
Still, once it was done, at least for the day so gone
Then I was safe and secure until the next day would dawn
But the mere thought of another irritating occurrence
Kept in my mind all through the night loudly churning
So, deciding that maybe I needed something be doing
Setting a trap and catching that menace once and for all
The annoying chirping flashing thing with flapping wings
So I did and set the culprit finally catch and set it behind
A door latched, but then as the gorgeous songs of sorrow
Began in the cage in knee I had done wrong, and correcting
My mistake was the only action I should quickly take
So letting lose the flyby cause, a bird quite small still
The voice loud and more, as it flew by me one last time
And all I the world seemed to be once again just fine
At least until maybe the next time with a sudden fly by
But hey, now I knew the cause and the next time
I would simply widely smile and give the huge applauds

Cat in the Grey of the streets

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“Cats come in all kinds of furry flavoured colours, and we don’t judge them for it, do we now.” Gun Roswell

Cat in the Grey of the streets 

The sleek, suave and grey coated small size cat, the king of the road as a matter of fact and everyone was looking at. As fancifully prancing around every which way, clearly here to slay, metaphorically at least, any kind of beast. Acting like the very owner of the minor city, something which was making the onlookers quite giddy. Because this grey haired cat, was all that, which anyone around would like in themselves to be found. After all, this cat, had earned all the admiration, the applauds, the good fortunes, all of it, by simply acting where no one else would give a shit. As this very cat could have easily decided to simply to sit on their ass, and not give a crap of the surroundings. But found instead, the courage to do something and so much more and now making things much better and easier for all those dwellers around. So, all and all, the pride and ownership of this particular street was the least, they could give to the street walking all saving grey coated cat, who totally is, all that and more.

Fishy, fishy, where for art thou?

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“It’s time for some me time so guess I will try out some fishing then?“ Gun Roswell

Fishy, fishy, where for art thou?

Taking myself down to the river, where I have heard the fish are biting, at least, that was the rumour of the neighbour who had caught the biggest catch of the year, if his tales and photoshopped insta pictures were any indication. But yeah, this is not about the catch as I can easily go to the nearest supermarket and as “how much the fish is?” No, this is about taking the time and enjoying the peace and quiet of the nature, listening to the frogs and crickets singing, maybe even the seagulls up there in the skies when I finally settle for my spot. And the point? Well, it was all about the fishing, or rather non-fishing. My gear totally simple and the lures? Well, they aren’t the best, just some homemade shiny things, in the hopes of putting on a great show. The boots of course, so not to wet my tennis shoes and the hat? Well that is a given am I right? The fisher persons fedora with all them old (or in this case new) lures attached to it. So, here I finally am, ready to act all the fishing type, but in all honesty, I just needed some peace and quiet.

Late bloomers of the fall

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“There are always those who figure out things late in life, and I am one of them” Gun Roswell

Late bloomers of the fall

It was already past the time of the prime, but these little buggers did not care, as they were, after all, the spares. The ones whom were not supposed to bloom, until the next year or maybe not at all, as their time was stalled, for the unforeseeable future. But call it a hunch or even nurture or maybe both, sprouting their small and imperfect heads from the rough terrain, without too much sun or rain. Still, they were determined to make their way, up, up towards the skies, where the sun would shine, maybe not as warmly as in the summer, but they did not care at all, as for them, life was already a bummer. So this was their chance of breaking out and breaking free. And with that kind of determination, against all the odds and predictions, these late comers to the scene were slowly but surely making their way, to the very world they had only made as spares. So, well into the late of the autumn, just before the first snow, these late bloomers kept on, their gorgeous colours finally shining through, not matter the less perfect outlook, they still made those around them feel good.

There is sea water in my blood

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“There has always been sea farers in my family, seamen, sea-women, as even my grandmother was one, simply call them sailors as they sure did, sail I mean!“ Gun Roswell

There is sea water in my blood

The raging waters beckons me, to take a deep dive into the ocean wide
Why take the dive some might say, as the land is so much safer than the seaside
I simply reply: Because it is a part of me, the salty waters running deep within

There is no denying, the mermaid inside of me has risen finally
The dead give away? The fins where my feet before used to be
So, there is nothing to it, just rushing to the nearest harbour and dip
All of myself into the rushing waves, soon becoming my slaves
As I become one part of the whole, the one thing my heart stole
Even before the day I was born as this has always been my true self

So, no more dwelling in the role of a total land lubber
My feet are now almost like some kind of rubber
As I swim away from the safety of the familiar shores
And into the deep end of the life which is nothing like bore

Monochrome and the light inside and out

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“It’s totally fantastic, so simplistic, and yes of course, it’s monochromatic” Gun Roswell

Monochrome and the light inside and out

The reflections on the smooth glass walls, so totally strong, it cannot be wrong
The solid darkness of the steel, was expected to all the brightness to steal
Alas, it was but a very frightening suspicion, caused simply by misinformation
As the thick glass, would always let the bright light to pass its very made form
And no amount of steel around the structure, no matter whether dark or light
Would be in the way, of the sun shining ever so bright and letting those inside
Feel and see the texture of the small, rays pouring in through each and every crack
And that, was after this moment and finally, not just welcomed, but a known fact
And soon enough, not just only those living in the newly created kind of an odd building
Could be of the eternal lights around be enjoying, but also all the gorgeous reflections
Were giving the outsiders, a good and unexpected light show all around the dwelling
And from this lucky happenstance, anyone ever taking even one single glance
At the monochromatic tall metal and glass built building, could only sigh in total awe
Because, simple can also be so magnificent, and the light, well, it will always bend

I am, Coffee

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“I have finally become one, with the one sure and certified thing, Coffee” Gun Roswell

I am, Coffee

It has become to that point in my life, when I have started chaining. It’s not about the puberty or menopause or me turning into a dog or cat. Rather after all the amounts caffeine been consumed over the so, so many years past in my life time, I realise at last, what and whom I finally so totally am.

Coffee.

I have become the one thing, I could have never imagined in my whole lived life. But now, that I am slowly changing into a dark and sometimes a candy sugary coating wearing tall order of a glass, mostly cold but sometimes warm, lukewarm mostly kind of a thing. It’s the interior really a dead give away in my case.

Coffee.

But I am not for everyone’s taste, not by far. Mostly, nobody likes me, with or without the sugar coating. But it does not really matter, because I myself, I love coffee, and being one with the one sure thing which has never ever let me down in all the years lived and consumed. Well, I could not have chosen any better, when becoming one with the one thing.

Coffee.