“The waters beckon the weary traveller for a relaxing swim” Gun Roswell
Water front
The calming ocean view with an ever changing hue Is the best place to have a much deserved break After a long days of work, feeling like a drained jerk Then taking a long walk to the alluring waters front Sitting down while waiting for that permanent frown To slowly die down as watching the soft hitting waves Or the sandy beaches make their supposed escape After a while, something odd is happening, a smile! As the brain system quiets down off the effect of wow As this is nature’s healing at best, so forget the rest Nothing can beat this awesome view and calming effect Which only from the great wide outdoors you can get
“The cow on the roof top stood and shouted out a loud “Moo y’all, come on and have a ball!”” Gun Roswell
Moo moo from the roof top!
The black and white large cow stood, up on the highest of roof tops as she just could It was a sign of something new on the rising, as the big bovine towards the horizon Was arising and then, without much of any kind of warning, opened her wide muzzle Because today was not the time for a cure nuzzle, rather a shout out to the group of cattle To come and join her in the heated battle, as today, they were finally getting their way Breaking free of all them shackles, the hooman peoples had forced them on for ever Soon enough the whole large herd of them appeared, their hoofs stomping the ground Giving their moo thanks to the special one on the roof top who had their freedom finally found And then, as per a unified stance, they gave their former keeper one more final glance Before stampeding off to the wide beyond, never to be seen or heard of except in tall tales Sung by the bards when it was safe, as this was one set of cows, nobody wanted to piss off
“Sometimes you just gotta run away and hide” Gun Roswell
Run away on the runway
Some of the days are just so much more, full of those totally fucked up chores, more so, than during those other days, when lazily all day long in the bed you laid, without a worry in the world, as only just then to the moment you were hurled, and that was all the words you needed.
But today is that day, landing on those specific ones, you just really want to pack up and run, as the total sum of fun, lands on the negative, which of course is all subjective, but still, this is my tale of sad, at least a tad, so let me have my sour way, at least, today.
So, with my small bag packed, I left the disarranged shack, leaving it all behind, but I knew if I needed to, where it to find again, but today, was no that day, as today, I was on the run, running away, far far away, or at least as far, as the nearest runway, could take me, because on this day, I need to flee and some other places to see.
“The old buildings are fascinating on so many levels” Gun Roswell
Reaching for the skies and extended life, island style
On the very much deserted island, there is still some life left, as the breathing wooden buildings, tell their stories without yielding, to the inevitable decay, but standing tall against all odds nature might throw their way. Built a century ago, for those, whom dared to venture out in the unknown, life in the wild, or at least that is what it was like, back then, as this barren place was certainly not a heaven’s sent. So today only the wooden made shacks remain, to tell the story of the past, which should only in the history books last. Alas, the houses have decided differently, remaining in tact stubbornly, as if nothing, human or nature can do, to make them in the mood, of giving in. No, the are a testament to anyone, proof of durability that can, surpass time and space, as they stay, now and forever, the same.
“The scenic route, taken up and then down, with so much of a frown as it was so damned hot!” Gun Roswell
Up and down the steep hill
The only way up, to really see what was on the very top, was to climb the steep and dangerous and totally narrow path, with the crowds so packed, that you could not take a break without loosing your step. But what the heck, it was a holiday trek after all, and it was time to see it all. The history, or rather rate old rocks, once a magnificent fort, but now only a sad sack of stones, but hey, I was willing to climb with these old bones, even if it killed me in the process.
So climbing, climbing, never stopping, sweating, gasping for air, this was hardly fair. It was supposed to be a fun holiday and not a time to slave. Still, I had made the decision, to make my way up there, almost touching the stratosphere, as the mountain was certainly that high, and I was not stating this with an easy smile, rather a grind of my teeth. But there was no defeat, only on choice, to make it up there or die trying, well, guess not, but still, it was hard.
That was until I reached the bloody top and then, I stopped, for a breather, a drink, a snap of the views I think. And then, there was only one more thing remaining for me to do, and that was to climb back down again! And hey, that was another feat notch onto my proverbial belt! As I stared on my way, the bad blood and hatred felt, on my skin as those still on their way up there, were silently cursing all their way.
“Snow fell, upon a branch for a spell, until such time, when it’s warm again” Gun Roswell
Snowy Branches
Fresh snow fell, on the branches of the trees in the forest. But there was no one to see that, so was it then really real or not? Maybe there was snow there, maybe not, but the scenery, imaginary or perhaps, someone manage to snap that much coveted picture even. Even if it was all just fake, then that is fine, as in my very own mind, I am enjoying the cold wintry scene, from a forest, filled with trees, covered, in snow, freshly poured down snow, thinking of taking a stroll there, and enjoy my time in the fresh cold weather, until it’s time to change to something else completely.
“Two cats sleeping, three cats sleeping, even more cats sleeping, yes, I do seem to collect them and now, they are filling, the house!” Gun Roswell
Cats a sleeping
Two of them, were snoring, one was gently purring, as the three cats, were neatly piled together, for a great and relaxing nap. As the room was quiet and no one was disturbing them, not even, the noise mice, so taking some time off, from the hunt, was certainly, quite nice. It had been a long day, after all, for the three of them, always on the prowl, sometimes acting cool and quiet, sometimes protesting with loud meows. But for now, it was the end of a long working night, and so, the cats could take their rest, until such time, when the dinner bell dinged and the food was served, but before that, there could be some time to play to be reserved, because these kitties, no matter no longer young, sure liked to play with their toys and have lots of fun. Still, that was not yet the plan, as the napping continued, over the rug close to the fireplace, for a few more hours, all else be damned!
“Look, through the window, look outside, into, the open world wide!” Gun Roswell
Look out!
Above these fluffiest of clouds, ever so high Life, all the way so fast, passing me by On these biggest of wings, on the fly Looking out, for any and all of the signs Of maybe, some kind of, extraordinary life But, for me, here, today, the only thing I can see Are the endless mountains and maybe, the sea
In the open waters of the far away archipelago On an barren island, totally for myself, borrowed The life, is passing by, so utterly and unbelievable slow The weather constantly changing, from sun to flow Of so much rain, against all of the open windows And, without much of anything, really to do On this forsaken world and in my small bungalow
A suburban afternoon, spent, inside as once again, barred From the common place of a playground, on the large yard So, the only pass time for now, is to watch the life, through My oh so very small and shadowed window, with a view But, the place, is seemingly at least for today, deserted As there are simply, no people or any kind of sounds, reverberated Through the concrete build, of this community, of suburbia
Waiting, once again, same as every day, for the always delayed lift After a long and really hard (and absolutely shitty) work shift Feeling bored, and maybe, this is really not the time for any of it But I am always interested, in any kind of happening, totally hip So, once again, spending time, watching, through the panoramic windows As the lift car downwards shifts and I am able to better see the show Starting on the streets, at this hour of the ever, life so interesting, I go And join the others there, instead of just standing by the window and stare
“There is snow on the ground again, a lot of it!” Gun Roswell
Peekaboo, through the view
A forestry type setting As the son slowly letting The change of something Quite new and alluring White and crispy clean Still untouched not seen The view from behind The trees to a divine Setting from a fairytale Which is not for sale And lasting only for a while And then it’s gone with a cry But even if you manage somehow To capture the image right no You can see much more Than any picture has in store A moment of perfection Fleeting by to a direction New and most likely fine
“Curiosity, made the cat, venture out into the wide world” Gun Roswell
Curious Cat
The almost completely, white coloured observant smart cat On the clear cut and hard stone covered patio sat Ears, neatly, steered, towards the upon coming sounds As if intended to come her way, from over, the clouds Intently, she was always watching, the endless skies As if looking for something or someone, over there flying Maybe just, a small bird, or then again, even a loud plane Eyes, intently, fixed on what ever it was, just the same Nothing and no one ever passed, the vigilant cat by As she kept on observing, perhaps, with a hint of smile After all, she was aptly named, by those of her keepers Whose house she liked to stay in, before each day dreaming While looking up into the endless blue and fluffy cloud filled skies The name of Curious Cat, landed on her, and that, is no lie And to be faire and honest, the cat really did not mind After all, she was well kept and the only thing of her required Was to keep doing her thing, admiring, everything around Even if she could only fantasise of flying, seated on the ground
Rantings Of A Third Kind 