Step, on a Tram, it’s not a scam!

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“A slow ride on the rails, on a bench, in a low riding long car, the hum of the electricity crackling, as the driver turns the tram towards the happenings, a joyride, has begun“ Gun Roswell

Step, on a Tram, it’s not a scam!

The long, long awaited adventure, was them waiting
Alas, the now weary travellers, were still, hesitating
To get on board or not to get on board, was the question
And, whether to throw themselves, to the flow, with abandon
As it was, the exploring visitors, already had their plate full

After, some painfully doubtful moments of waiting 
On the platform, with tickets in hand, debating
Whether to skip this, reserved joyride, and go hide
Because the new place they found, was open wide
For exploration, and they were really, pressed with time

But, all of the doubt, was soon cast aside, at the first sight
Of the old school vehicle, with headlights so bright
Rolled coolly down the tracks, stopping, with a loud clank
The cheerfully red painted car, looking it could not travel too far
Alas, there was something irresistible, so why not hop on!

“All aboard!” The conductor loudly ordered, 
“Tickets please!” he then hollered
“Go on, move along,
There is no time to be wasted, for too long,
We are taking off, at the bang of the bong!”

As all of the passengers, started boarding
The best of the seats, some of them hoarding
But there was room enough for all
Small, fat, thin, odd, plain and yes, even tall
And so, the ride finally begun, with all of them in awe

Gaping, mouths open, at the passing sights and scenery
And one them even commented quite easily:
“Clearly,
This was the best decision ever made,
Or at least, on this, very day!”

Secret doorway

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“What’s behind door number infinity? Secrets? Buried treasure? Bodies? Are you willing to find out?” Gun Roswell 

Secret doorway

“Step right through, step right through” the bouncer shouted out loud
“Nobody knows what secrets may loom, behind this cool blue door,
Only a penny to enter, stay close to the center, 
For stepping aside, may cause you to go blind,
But the the rewards at the end of the corridor awaits those,
Who dare to venture, inside, the scary door!”

Surprisingly, there was a line just outside 
A long and a winding one at that, even of the fact
Was, that there might not be anything precious 
Or even remotely reminiscent of a treasure
Hidden or otherwise, which would explain causing a smile
To those going through the scary door
Alas, I was still one among them, feeling strongly 
That something worth while would turn up there, ever so wrongly

And, as I stepped inside, I heard the evil laughter 
Of the doorman, knowing I might have been drafted
For something I would soon regret
But, then again the option of turning back…
Well, I had accepted the challenge
So going forward, to balance 
The terror of a feeling, inside of me reeling
And after the door closed behind me, it had begun 

S is for Sunday

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“Something about Sunday that makes me calm” Gun Roswell 

S is for Sunday

The early morning with its light 
Peeks through my covered window 
The time is still before everyone is to rise 
And everything in this house is totally quite 

There is no hurry for anything yet
The only thing to do is to reflect
The weeks which is coming to and end
As I lay here on my comfortable bed

Soon another day and week will take over
But this, today, this Sunday still has the power
Of keeping me and myself in the moment 
For a fee hours before it is time to let

The new day, with new things, begin
And the circle thus once again, complete 

Cool and the Gang of Cats

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“They’re all ganging up now, against us, against the world, against all, and trust me, they will, win ;p“ Gun Roswell

Cool and the Gang of Cats

The ominous clouds, gathered in the tall skies
The streets empty, devoid of all kind of life
Except, well, that is when, they, stepped in
Those supposed friends, of this, hooman kin

Soon enough, each and every nook and cranny
Are filled up to the hilt with them sitting on their fannies
Taking over each and every vacant corner and lot
Yes, most definitely, they have some all consuming plot

As the furriest of characters, make their claim
On this small planet, where life, well, let’s face it, is lame
The growing sounds of the purrs and meows 
Are totally scaring off any other being, even the cows

But the point here really is, to take over the world
And en masse, the furry felines, are certainly heard
Their agenda still, the guess as good as any really
Then again, all of us, surrendered surprisingly freely

After several moments of collective breath holding
Awaiting for the inevitable to be soon enough unfolding
But then as if reading the quivering masses an out
The leader, or at least assumed to be, give out a shout

The demand list, has finally been delivered to the front door
To those ones whom the felines assumed to be the top dogs
After reading the list, assumed to be the end
Was actually really nice, and nothing there to defend

The few request, of fresh tuna, catnip and occasional belly rubs on the top
Were quickly reciprocated to the cool gang at the docks
And soon peace landed on over the land of all
As the cats, yes those ones, ate their fish and had a ball

Maybe, we, hoomans, are better off with these leaders
After all, they demand so little and are not cheaters
The trick here might be to just co-exist and adore
The furry leaders, keeping us happy, and in awe

On neat city bikes on the city streets

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“There is nothing to riding a bike after a long time, just sit on it and peddle away, it’s just like riding a bike!” Gun Roswell

On neat city bikes on the city streets

Some of them, are totally colourful, some of them quite bland
Most of them, are in such great shape, with many of gears grand
Then again, one or few, are totally busted, the metal on them, through rusted
But hey, that is just life, and if you get a lemon of a bike
Don’t worry, and certainly, do not yet, go on a pedalling strike
Because, there are always more of these, fancy two wheeled steeds
Just around the very corner, and they do come, in with a very low fee
So now, since after the hardest of the steps is done
Which was, choosing the bike, for some glorious daily fun
Now, you will be able to ride down, all of them busy city streets
On that funky bike of the city, painted, oh so completely neat

Dead End

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“This is the end, stop, go no further, trespassing not allowed! So many warnings! Enough already!“ Gun Roswell

Dead End

The warning, was loud and quite clear
That of, the end, being, oh so very near
It was the stop, the last one at that
No going further, just getting off fast
Heading it, might have been a good idea
Alas, stubbornly, hanging on to the rear
Of the car, supposedly, moving forward
As backing up, was no the option smart
So, moving ahead, without a clue, what would be there
Seemed, like a good continuation to the fare
Started not so long ago, as an adventure
But after the stop and turn back warning made a denture
To the otherwise perfect unplanned plan of a trip
But heading any kind of orders, usually skipped
With a sense of rebellion, what ever the gig
Going on despite the feeling of surprise strong
Was tempting, and finding out what was waiting
On the other side, of the forbidden sign
Well, how on earth could I resist that!
The car shifted slightly, as If itself fighting
Against the notion of moving forward
Was way too strong to resist, toward
What new things and experiences awaiting
So, what the hell, no time for hesitating
And so, the car moved along
As did I, with the sense of adventure, so strong

Scenic from dawn till dusk

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“The traveller never gets sick of looking at the vistas of foreign lands, I definitely don’t and looking back at all the pictures taken, I revisit all those places“ Gun Roswell

Scenic from dawn till dusk

The days of sunny and warm
Spent around the old ruins just after dawn
Much to see and plenty to do
Especially as the day is getting hotter after noon

But for the enthusiastic traveller 
There is really nothing to complain rather
Enjoying the new vistas and the history
Of this place with plenty of stories

And, if you are planning to stay awake
Until the late of the event filled day 
Make sure to make your way to the beach
Or basically any open area seat

As the spectacle of the evening 
Is at that time about to begin
The sun setting over the open waters
There is really nothing to compare!

So keep on travelling, to strange new places
If only in your mind or in a virtual space
There is nothing more eye opening 
When out of your comfort zone staying

Under the burning sun

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“It’s so hot and bright, it’s way too sunny, and I am not waring my shades!” Gun Roswell

Under the burning sun

The burning sensations on the pale skin
Some say, that being here, like this, is a sin
Stripped down to the very basics 
A layer of thin cloth strapped around the slick
Oiled up body now splayed for all to see
On this sandy and none too secluded sea

Yes, it is again that time of the year
When finally able to shed all that fear
Of wearing nothing but a skimpy outfit
Even if on a far away private beach
But the shame of it all has been stalled
As the sun beckons under its power to fall

No matter, if someone wants to run an tatter
A tale of the odd ones out there, under the sphere
Of the golden and oh so bright light
Laying there, all days on end, their times spent
In dull motionless moments, without moving 
The angry mockers their constant torment

But they do not care, of the long stares
Because this is the time for nothing
The nothing of the very moment spent
Under the lazy sun, without talking
Without thinking, simply laying, eating
Drinking, the troubles away, because hey!
It’s that time of the year!

Surviving Monday

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“Oh Monday, you are so totally cruel and always come uninvited into my life, what can i do to keep you at bay?“ Gun Roswell

Surviving Monday

The Monday morning had once again arrived
I know it because I can totally smell its pride
Raising the ugly head I now know far to well
And then, there is that, totally fowl smell

You to tempt me to kick your non too rounded arse
As this day, always turns into some odd kind of farce
But if I did not already have this headache
From merely thinking about you to arrive and me break

You always make me numb, avoid of all the fun
Lashing out to me, with something or another
As if this beginning of the week would not already be a struggle
The weekend gone and Friday nowhere in sight, bummer!

But, there is one thing, that could help me pull through
That one single and totally lovely and tasting full brew
The darkest of liquids and the greatest of sustenance 
Ever devised by mankind, which has no pretence

It’s simply, well, just great
So go ahead, take a break
For this cup of stuff is no fake
Go, enjoy, your coffee, now!

Sunday Blue

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“Sunday was supposed to be the fun day, but it turned out to be a slump day, meaning I was slouching in my chair all day” Gun Roswell 

Sunday Blue

The day started just like any other day, with the alarm going off, much to my own dismay 
As even the sun was still asleep, and only stars to be seen, so, in bed still, had I intended certainly to be
It was definitely way too early, for anything else but feeling surly, even if my stomach of hunger was churning 
So what was I to do, except maybe, the weather gods to sue, for not giving me the needed light, for my day to guide
The only glimpse in this otherwise dull day, after checking the calendar, was that it was Sunday
So there really was no hurry, not even one slight worry, I needed somewhere to scurry, real quick, in a state of blurry

But, as I was awake, then getting up the only option, and venturing into the kitchen to make some concoction 
To start this seemingly already doomed end of the week, certainly, there was nothing for this day to seek, than maybe some time to sleep
Alas, this had not been the case, as I was now, somewhat fully awake, so from no on, I would just have to fake
To have a good time and enjoying my so called day off leisurely fun, but then there was the pun
As I was far too tired and annoyed to think of anything nice to do, so what happened next?
You guessed it! I was totally and fully engulfed, in the all consuming Sunday Blue!