Blue in complete motion

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“Blue like the wide clear ocean, blue like the highest skies, as is my memory in motion” Gun Roswell

Blue in complete motion

The ocean, turned to a cool blue
As if deriving it from the sky’s hue
The sun was still shining
Us towards nature entwining

It was a perfect of blues for us few
Who had felt the presence of the colour
And then smelling its eternal odour
For our whole lives having been revolving around blue

And now it was once again beckoning
Us toward the total most reckoning
Being united with the blue
Now and forever feeling the true blue hues

LEGO’s Shares Familiar and Hilarious Brick Nightmares (repost Moss and Fog)

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For the Halloween season, LEGO has unveiled a series of posters that embody the funny yet all-too-true frustrations, annoyances, and pain of working …

LEGO’s Shares Familiar and Hilarious Brick Nightmares

Oh Gravity, thou art a heartless little bitch aren’t thee?!

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Oh Gravity, thou art a heartless little bitch aren’t thee?!

“I thought the whole point of growing older was to grow wiser, not wider! The first thing ain’t happening but the second one sure is! Goodness knows we are so lacking wisdom in this world, so what gives???” Gun Roswell

Oh Gravity!

I trusted you, ya know
I thought we were the best of friends
Forever I mean, heaven sent and all that jazz of a kink
But ya sure fooled me, didn’t ya!
Cause this ain’t no ship, friend or otherwise!
And I’ll bet my shiny fat derrière you’re sitting out there somewhere
Laughing your respective one off just ’cause I’m getting all the wider!

Didn’t I do all the things ya requested?
Ya know, when I was so much younger and…. Well?
Fasted, toned, honed, ran, whatever fad there was I did do to keep things… fit?
Having them perky edges, standing rather than never around to sit?Starving more likely!
No liquor, no snacks, no sweets, certainly less food… no nuttin’!
Not one single good thing consumed, just illin’!

And so, finally, here is were I stopped
The age slowly seeping in and I ain’t singing!

So yeah, wider!

Gravity, you’re now pullin’ me every which way
Cannot seem to keep my body in one single shape?

Most days waking up with a loud huff and puff
Feeling like a broken down collectable doll or some such
Fitting each part to their constraints
The shatnerish contraptions holding me together in on place
Pulling, pushing, squeezing, nudging, whatever trick to simply fit!
Finally managing to a somewhat of a human form
Guess not really the regular or the norm

But what the hey!
If I can still stand up straight, do the walk
Then yeah, I beat you!
At least for this day!

Black hog (Haiku)

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“Is it a moped perhaps a hog? Something really small?” Gun Roswell

Black hog (Haiku)

Black bike parked on street
Its name Hog of Black earned well
Riding it no one can

Bite me!

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“It’s only food but so delish” Gun Roswell

Bite me!

I am oh so delicious
You may call me precious
I am juicy an think
Please, you’re teeth into me sink

I may be only food
But I will make you feel so good
From your mouth and into your tummy
The only thing you can think is ‘yummy’

So bite me do
Please, a little chew
I m the best you’ll ever see
So on your marks, go, and eat

Black as in a Cat

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“The colour of black looks really great on a mysterious cat” Gun Roswell

Black as in a Cat

In need of something so cool, something quite sleek, something or someone, so totally deep.

Well, look no longer, as there she is, standing right there, in the middle of the busy street!

It is the black cat, of course, smart as that, all dressed in the latest fashion, well, yes, black!

And despite her being, well, a cat, she is well aware of looking good but, still, feeling laid back.

She is the model, pun intended, for each and every street dweller, her looks turning heads.

Human and animal alike, this black dressed feline will elicit smiles, as she all of them passes by.

Strutting in her slender paws, no one who has seen her can’t but stand it utter awe.

As this fashion forward cat of the streets, keeps on going with her head held high and eyes in a wink.

Bike Ride

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“Ride the old bike found in the shed, neglected, but still, working” Gun Roswell

Bike Ride

On a cold winter night in my bed I lay
Dreaming, of a perfect summers day
The sun is shining, blue skies and fields are filled with hey
My trusted steed by the doorway
Ready and waiting for a little hike
Just me, myself and my green bike
Alas its still a long way to take
But i keep on dreaming as I lay awake
For that perfect summer day
And when on my bike I ride away

Blue moment on the waters edge

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“The blue moment arrived, and as I looked out my window, I finally smiled” Gun Roswell

Blue moment on the waters edge

The daily grind, had finally ended
It was at that time, I stopped pretending
No more worries, no more work
At least not until, tomorrow’s birth

The sun had gone, after shining for far too long
And the others, the stars and the moon, not yet born
Only this, peaceful calm and cool moment remained
As all of us, in this time and space, existed the same

The blue had now descended, for us mere mortals lended
A place to rejoice and shed all else, our souls to be mended
Alas not long lasting is this, only a fraction of total bliss
Soon enough the clock starts ticking, the time again beginning

But for a moment there
I felt the burning flares
Of the total blueness
Where I, myself, do exist

Blue, Green and Yellow

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“The colours are so cool, but then out of the blue, yellow strikes, yikes?” Gun Roswell

Blue, Green and Yellow

When the breeze hits the lower cools
And most colours, start turning in to blue
And then, you may just, detect
A hint, of that wilder green effect
All surroundings, soon, in a monochromatic state
Calming, soothing, but maybe, even just a tad boring
Then, out of nowhere, a splash of something fresh
When a blotch, then another, suddenly, you detect
It’s of the brightening sun’s effect
That glorious yellow, a simple add-on
But never, quite something, you soon will forget

Eternal

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“The open gateway eternal to the past and future, may hold the answers you seek?” Gun Roswell

Eternal

The gateway, eternal, opened at last
The one to travel through, to the future and even, to the past
Oddly, it wasn’t really visible until recently
Even if it was standing out there, in the open air, quite prominently
Maybe, it was just, that we did not want it to see
Because, the given and open option to flee
Which ever way, the deep dark mind could agree
And even scary, it also may have been seen
To completely delve into the very history
Or then, to find out what future dystopia |
Awaits, if one dares to take, just on tiny peek
Because nothing on either end of the spectrum
May truly be, what you always seek