“It’s that time of the week, the time for a throwback, waaaay back!” Gun Roswell
How was it, way back then?
When all you had, was so much time to spend?
All those big plans ahead of you
Choices to be made, were more than a few
The image, in front of you now, might be a little faded
But did you manage to do, all those things back then stated?
“A hike up the mountain so tall, to observe history in action” Gun Roswell
Basking in the sun
Athens, Acropolis
A place of fun
A place of knowledge
Climbing up the mountain
Looking for the fountain
Of wisdom and history
Shrouded in mystery
Walking in the footsteps
Of the ancient Greeks
But, watch your steps
On the narrow streets
Once reaching the top
The effort but one hop
The view of awe and beauty
You know it really was your duty
“Something about travelling and not on a Monday?” Gun Roswell
The days come along one by one (usually the way they do)
It’s almost like singing a song (verse by verse moving along)
Today it’s Tuesday, when only yesterday it was Sunday (that’s how I recall it)
And now, it’s getting late, no matter how I hesitate, tomorrow will be here, I can feel it near (What do you know: It’s Wednesday and midweek, what a geek!)
Guess I need to stop worrying about Mondays anyway (Oh, did you worry before? Did not know that…)
Since the days keep on changing without my aid (Yeah, need a time machine for that!)
Why worry about some day, when there is always the next day (True, do like the Spanish do, manana!)
So, on this day of …ahem, Tuesday, I swear, not to worry about another damned day!!! (Liar! You know this promise or what ever is as good as the up and down going fever! You will never keep it, trust me, I know shit!)
Bring it on Tuesday, Wednesday and even Friday (Don’t forget Monday and something else!)
Every day, from this day on is my day (note to writer, how many times can you get away with the word “day”?)
I will start appreciating the here and now (Yeah, really! Like to see that)
And then, if not, nobody have a cow! (We already did! It’s there in the backyard!)
“The Monday, the one day, that can easily be spent, in the colour of Monochrome“ Gun Roswell
The Monday mood, in grey as per usual, spending time, under the doorway open wide, an archway they say, as past most of them sway, clearly, the news, of this day, today, being a Monday, has not reach their busy minds, but here, regular like clockwork, the chime indicated, it was that time, the start for a week, for those whom something new seek, but the grey overtones, make the day rather bleak, and so, hiding under the archway, is the best bet at least.
But there is beauty in the monochromatic world too, even as seen from below an obstructed view with some kind of a Monday hating attitude, as the vivid shades of greys keep chaining with the time of the day, the lighting, the shadows and all the other whatnots, but most of all, hiding under the way of arching rock, ain’t too bad after the initial shock, as it will be only for the one day, the day of the week, nobody really admits, is the crappiest of them all, but hey, stay low, as tomorrow, will be another Tuesday again.
“Any seat is a good one in the midst of all the heat to find just for a brief of a respite” Gun Roswell
A single seat?
Or one designed for two?
In this heat!
Who would ever want to be glued
To someone else’s skin
With clothes this thin???
“Thar be black cats in here!” Gun Roswell
Camouflage
Now you see me
Now you don’t
I am completely
Disappearing from sight
I am the shadow
I am the whisper
Well, maybe just my whisker
Can you see me
Now?
Disappearing into the crowd?
Riding into the sunset, it’s such a cliche, but looks cool in the pix at least when doing it the proper way, on a horse, just like in the movies, as you should!“ Gun Roswell
The night falls and time stalls. The soft sand on the beach giving a perfect path for the hard hoofs to thread on making their impressions to last at least a moment before the waves hit the shores adding to the lore. The last rays of the sun trying to catch as moving towards the very west, but that is just the small part of this mission, into perfect bliss. Which we were told does truly exist. And this adventure is about finding out, whether it is the truth or not.
Riding well into the darkness, just as the stars are starting sparkling, feeling like royalty or at least some sort of leisure people. The ride going slow, with several of us in tow, but it’s just the flow of this ride of the night. Catching all those hidden treasures lurking in the dark shadows, as the ride continues towards the sacred meadows, the watery kind, hoping that one place of peace to find, at least on this calm night, where the winds have stopped blowing and totally now flowing with the universe, without reverse.
“A hired ride for an hours time? Sounds like fun!” Gun Roswell
The yellow ride
On the road side
A motorised bike
Something to like
Yellow in colour
Certainly not the duller
Rent it for an hour
With only one dollar
Ride it with gusto
Is an absolute must
Down the hillside
It easily slides
Up the street
In a rhythmic beat
Go as fast as you can
Without caring a damn
When the hour
Is finally over
You still feel the power
Of the little scooter
That certainly could!
“Sometimes, one wants a home to be as cozy as that, and preferably situated on the highest top of them all” Gun Roswell
Red, yellow, any other colour, or maybe even painted black
The choices for living, really do not lack
Going around and around, never once looking back
As one, after the other, is so much better, than the last
But, for only one week at the time
Spending, my vacation, nearly, on a dime
Even the weather, is ever so fine
“Wherever you may dwell, it’s hopeful it’s the place where you really want to be in” Gun Roswell
Homes from yesteryear
Homes for the modern dweller
Homes with modern gear
Homes even worth a thriller
All of them found
Near by and all around
Those homes for many or the one
Rantings Of A Third Kind 