All the angles

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“A house made of glass and steel, looks so modern, it’s hard to feel, but there is something there, if you care to touch it“ Gun Roswell

All the angles

Staring up into the skies, all the angles just to spy, the structure above my head, made out of steel but mostly, glass, scary in a way, as if broken it would be made, all the shards cutting through, whatever soft things they would fall upon.

But worry not, the structure is quite solid, even if staring at it would be for hours on end, nothing will be dropping down on your face, so enjoy the odd structure made to see right through, as it certainly is something special for the right kinds of views.

An alien looking construct

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“The unicoloured monochromatic construct reaching for the dark skies… could this be built by ancient aliens or simply futuristic humans?“ Gun Roswell

An alien looking construct

Touching the sky, ever so lightly, and perhaps because of that it is radiating the brightest of lights, even with the material concrete, but it is no more or no less illuminating, reflecting ever so softly, all that pretty light from the above skies.

Some say, it was built by ancients from the very past, built so it would last the testament of time, while others claim in one loud chime, that it just popped up there only yesterday like child’s play, but it does not really matter when or whom it was which structured the building, not painted or guilds, as it certainly is a beacon for us all, standing ever so tall.

So, what remains for us mere mortals to do, is to simply look up and this construct adore, give it the adoration it deserves and bask, bask away in the guiding light as it all blurs, into the surrounding neighbourhood.

Shadow and the light, ever so bright

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“Just watch it peek through, the light, so powerful, no shadow can hold it from bleeding through“ Gun Roswell

Shadow and the light, ever so bright

The darkness defending the land, with its cold hand, touching all in its path

But not even the most darkened shadow can last, when a burst of light, so powerful is cast

Over is the dark and dank feeling in an instant, as as soon as the power touches like a plant

Through time and space it will reach and then make its very own place to last

The light of the day, the light of life, will be able to cast away any doubt of darkness making its place forever, even if it might remain, in the shadows

Blinded by the Sun

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“The sun will be shining, long after we are all gone, and even if it may be dimming, never again so strong, for now, trust that the rise and set will be there for you to let, dictate your very days to come“ Gun Roswell

Blinded by the Sun

The streets are as long as are the shadows cast, the very mood, the overall ambience just like from the past, meant to last, long after those admiring the special moment, have come and gone, and over the rainbow bridge passed.

And so, do not worry, and for goodness sake, don’t be sorry if missing the special spell in time, as the sun will come back again in the morning, it always does, even if there just might be a totally cloudy cast and with rain and thunder hitting hard, because the sun, is somewhere there, behind the curtain, only waiting for its moment to shine through.

And so, with that thought, safely go to bed, fall asleep, knowing, the one sure thing in life will be there, even if all other things might just fall apart, as the globe of fire, is totally smart, meant to last, way longer than any kind of life, here on this small blue ball.

Between the two is time

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“Just between the two pillars, a tower lies, something of a time keeper?” Gun Roswell 

Between the two is time

Look right up and ahead, see just there?

Between the two rocky constructs, something one a kind

Sticks out like a sore thumb, which some a time keeper calls

As this tower of a thing, never ever does stall

The clock inside of it, running like time itself

Always accurate and so no one is ever late

So, better keep in mind, when perhaps wanting to unwind 

The tower will keep you posted and remind

Of the one simple fact, that time never stands still

Especially when you really just want to be and chill 

Open the shades, only when the sun to rest lays

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“There shade, the sun, the clouds, the open skies, it’s all just one big illusion in one’s eyes” Gun Roswell

Open the shades, only when the sun to rest lays

The shade of it all!

Yes, just because the sun decided to stand oh so very tall!

And so, finding cover, of any kind was the one thing on everyone’s mind

The windows, the very homes, shutting down all doors, not a sprinkle of it getting inside

Just because someone thought that was the decision made ever so wise

No more peeking into the sun, even if it before was sun

No more glaring into the light, shining ever so bright

Because, someone said, it was not smart

And so, shade for all, was the option with with to go

On a remote Island

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“Island life, can be a strife, but during summer time, all is simply fine” Gun Roswell 

On a remote Island

The place so remote, you will have to take a boat and then row it, a long, long stretch, before even let, close enough to the very space , the perfect spot, right there, on the dot, an island, which when boarded will keep you smiling, all summer long, but only if you can stay strong, never ever complain, about the lack of, all them creature comforts, left behind, on the mainland, as learning to stand, on your own feet, then and there, on the island bare, so far removed from civilisation, the only ones are the flying birds, which can you disturb, in the morning hours, but it’s all simply fine, as learning the mundane life, on the remote isle.

Crowd funded?

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“Too many people equals usually never a good thing” Gun Roswell 

Crowd funded?

Crowds, people, individuals, too many of them I see, out there on the streets.

Scary too they all seem to be, at least as far as I can see.

But perhaps if daring, venturing out there and them with a smile greeting?

Perhaps none too scared am I anymore, because maybe the thought had simply come out of lore?

People in crowds, being a mob?

The mentality of such groups somewhere in the memory stored?

And so, in there I go.

Just a simple hello.

Perhaps they will see me as a similar type to them?

Someone who could easily fit in?

Archways decoded

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“Arches upon arches, as smart building styles, mathematically totally sound, are the archways where the codes in are bound” Gun Roswell

Archways decoded

The ancient ruins, discarded, but most walls still standing, especially those doorways and entrances, the archways, built to last the test of time, with mathematical preciseness, the builders clearly decisive of what and how, the calculations done without a single flaw in the formula, the code hidden inside of the regularly looking stone work, hidden from prying eyes and not even possible to reverse engineer for the present day bob of a builder, even if similar archways could be built along the lanes, but it would never be the same proud constructs as those from the ancient past, because these modern day structures will never last, like the old school ones did and do, the secretes buried inside of how these fine arched doorways and walls appeared, from the claws of the backwards dwellers, and so, before we start to tear down and destroy them, perhaps leave them be, as a reminder of something good and clean, we can really never be Abel to achieve during these so called days of the modern era, as these archways can never really be, decoded.

Though the ancient eyes

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“The ancient ones, had it done, and all out of rock too, with chisels and chicken bones no less“ Gun Roswall

Though the ancient eyes

They sure did know how to build them, on top of the tallest mountain as well, those gorgeous temples and other houses of worship, as they did, only using their bare hands and chicken bones, at least, that is the tale still being told. There might be other opinions out there, as how these ancient ones managed to build on this sphere, so many millennia ago, as even if they had nothing more to show for their tools other than perhaps, a few stone knives when called upon, to make something for their gods above. And so, they did, ever more upwards and higher, having the visions in their minds eye as to what the place would look like, and even out of spite, if no one else but their waring neighbours, the monuments were erected in the most unusual places. And so, because of that gut and effort and sweat and perhaps even soul, we, todays children, are able to admire and see, what the world was like as seen, through the ancient eyes.