“Nothing like a mundane Monday to notice the gorges objects around me” Gun Roswell
Monday aesthetic
The Monday may have started as totally mundane
But in my own mind I will try to make it a fun day
While looking around, from the tall skies to the very ground
There are so many fantastic things all over to be found
Making the mundane to something fabulous and and stuff of beauty
Makes me happy, smiling and I know I have filled my duty
“A private seat on a secluded street, hidden away from prying eyes, just so I myself, can spy” Gun Roswell
Secluded seat off street
The hot and shiny afternoon sun beckons to join the fun
The eternal hustle and bustle of the streets busy with people bees
But I decided to do something completely different instead
As i found a perfect spot for the duration and on life reflect
So, as i sit here, hidden, quietly and without any disturbance
I start to spin takes as those passing by with their everyday lives
Unaware of being under a watchful eye of this, self proclaimed spy
Its good too, as the stories now filing my vivid little mind
Are sometimes pretty tales, but often times, really unkind
But nobody knows what is going on at the slow of the corner
Where this one, life observer keeps on spinning the yarn
Who knows, maybe some day, there is a book out har- har!
“The striped cat, turned out to be mostly grey in colour” Gun Roswell
The cat in grey
The cat with stripes of grey
On the very kitchen table calmly lay
It really wasn’t any kind of dismay
Rather his usual dominant display
“Hooman, my food is once again delayed!
By at least forty-seven seconds according to my internal sensor array
I am none too happy, as a matter of fact I am starting to feel crappy
So make due with my deserved food
And try to make it really snappy!”
The grey cat ordered his human slave
Wondering how on earth to make the human better to behave
After all, it was not the first time she had stalled
Why only yesterday there was a one minute delay
And the grey cat, had been really, really late, for his nap!
“Hoomans!” The grey cat thought with a sigh, “can’t live with them, can’t get rid of them!”
“If you were waiting for a sign, this is it”
The Sign
Whether looking for a wine tasting
Or a payphone to call back home
You may find something amazing
When you are on the roam
Follow all the signs
They will lead you to a price
But you may be surprised
When the credit card bill arrives
“Nothing paints the feeling of longing and sadness better, than the colour of blue, right?” Gun Roswell
Blue, by the seashores of more
Autumn descended, over the land of green
The colours still vibrant, more gorgeous than ever seen
But, the one constant shade, in this, all
Whether winter, spring, summer of even fall
Is the one, of the coolest and deepest, of blues
Still, hovering, over the stormy seas, as the one true hue
The solemn colour of decor, clothing or even the mind
When the world around you, has not been, that kind
Alas, being blue, singing the blues, is not as bad as you may think
Especially, when reflecting the calm hue, over that kitchen sink
It is a reminder, of those warm and sunny lazy summer days
Where the time by the seashores of the more, were spent in a daze
Now, reminiscing, those nostalgic times, some bad some just fine
Some of them even spent, by the waters edge, sipping, cheap wine
So, if you now, decide to spend your time, in all the blues
Then hey, there are always silver linings, to each and every colour’s hue!
“I see that it is by no means useless to travel the wide world,
especially if you keep your eyes, mind and heart open for the new experiences” Gun Roswell
On the River Negro
On a slow boat
Down the moat…
(The needle on the record hops with a screeching sound)
“Sorry, wrong track!”
On a slow little ship
Down the River Negro we slide
It’s just a short trip
Into the beyond and open wild
Fishes and dolphins
Jump up from the waters
The mermaids a calling
So lock up your fathers
No place for golfing
Only a trek for the trotters
On a slow little ship
Down the River Negro we slide
It’s just a short trip
Into the beyond and open wild
“I see that it is by no means useless to travel the wide world,
especially if you keep your eyes, mind and heart open for the new experiences” Gun Roswell
Close to Night Fall
When the night falls
And bedtime calls…
Wait, we’re on holiday
No one sleeps on a holiday
Just drinks some coffee
With a mint of or a toffee
Awake you will remain
Even if your brain
Will go a little cuckoo
“I see that it is by no means useless to travel the wide world,
especially if you keep your eyes, mind and heart open for the new experiences” Gun Roswell
Roof Top
Sitting on the roof top
Why?
Because it was time for a stop
Switch gears, and make a swap
Now
Laying around like a blob
Thinking(?)
I need to pick up that mop
Never mind
It’s just a job
I can easily do
Tomorrow
“I see that it is by no means useless to travel the wide world,
especially if you keep your eyes, mind and heart open for the new experiences” Gun Roswell
Graffiti
Darling! Sweetie?!
Did you, just paint, that graffiti?
Oh! How it, dazzled me, so completely!
“I see that it is by no means useless to travel the wide world,
especially if you keep your eyes, mind and heart open for the new experiences” Gun Roswell
Biker Dude
Down the busiest of streets
The roaring engine, setting the beat
No time, to even tweet
Not even, for any of them sweets
Because:
“Got some old pals to meet
And,
To dry, my bloody soaking feet!”
Rantings Of A Third Kind 