“Contrasting against the ever blue skies, as, the remaining tall structures against the backdrop fly, then, now and forever, they will never die” Gun Roswell 

Acropolis revisited, part 5

The skies above our heads, are always so blue
The ground below, soft and of a sandy hue
The rocks of the ruins, which are the building blocks
Now mostly scattered, as about and everywhere they flock
But some of the structures, still remain
Stranding forever tall, reining, on their designated domain 
Even the powerful and all mighty time itself, cannot tear down the one
Which this small of a humankind once had so proudly done
Sure, now, the buildings are all mostly in ruins 
But that does not matter, as the best winnings 
Against time and nature itself, are still very much present
And history, our made history, has once again won without reset

“As approaching the ancient ruins of yesteryear, there is really no fear, simply step inside and let it all enter, your very mind” Gun Roswell

Acropolis revisited, part 4

The pillars still standing tall, reaching towards the skies
Reaching towards those once settling inside the walls
The walls now hollowed by the elements of nature 
Nature, who does not care of the past, present or the future 
The future, which hopefully will be welcoming our history 
Our history now being written alongside the ancient ones
The ancient ones whom built the monuments on which we now
We now stand inside and admire, silently wishing to be part of
Part of it all, as the new ones in the future visit our ruins made
Ruins made out of the dwellings we used to stay in
Stay in our precious homes we too did build 
Build to last, alas most likely not as long as the ones here
Here on the top of the mountain talk, the mighty pillars 
The mighty pillars from a long ago stand so tall
Tall, and forever remaining here, now and to the future
The future without us, they will see without us

“Travel the world, experience the drama, the horror, the comedy, of real life and then, go to a theatre to see it played out by actors, to get the full picture of the interpretation of life” Gun Roswell

Acropolis revisited, part 3

The old amphitheatre of yesteryear once filled with thousands
Now sits there torn down, a few scattered rocks they call ruins
Once the great actors of their time pranced across the stage
Now only the echos of the voices in there remain
But, you can always use your own imagination
Take a seat by the circular construct without hesitation
And let it run wild and far, until you can see all those stars
Of the times from the very past will arrive with a fancy jive
Thespians doing their shows, dressed up in fancy robes
Reading, sining, talking, maybe even dancing
Soon enough you will be caught in a scene quite fancy
And when the play finally ends, it has been time, so well spent
The daylight now almost gone, as you have sat on the stones
But the events of the history will never be forgotten
As long as we remember and cherish the times both good and rotten