Achtung! Attention!

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“Always watch out, and be on the look out, heightened state of alert, as something will always fall down!” Gun Roswell

Achtung! Attention!

There is always a kind of danger out there
Lurking, waiting, wherever you will dare to venture
But there is no need to get discouraged
Especially if you ate your plate of porridge
In the early morning before heading to the office
Because it will give you special kind of powers
And the streets you can walk for many hours
Without any kind of fear of being run over
Or getting hit by some force never seen before
So, when getting to the store, buying some milk
Or maybe even coffee, the taste being totally silk
Do not worry, rather walk with a jive step forward
Even to the bus stop, move like you wanna rock
As the danger is an illusion, a fear from the past
And so, with that in mind, well, move along fine
But hey, just in case, take with you an umbrella
It might start to rain!

Coffee and a side dish

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“There is nothing wrong with coffee! Then again, adding a sugary snack on the side? Well, guess I should try?“ Gun Roswell

Coffee and a side dish

The simple cup of black coffee, seems to be lacking

Of something else, hovering above in stacking

Perhaps a taste of something soft and sweet 

Not that, coffee, usually, really never needed

As anything to disturb the essence of the dark liquid

Even if it would only be a side trip real, real quick

Whatever you may feel about this potent stuff of life

The coffee in the cup, the only thing in this life right

Perhaps just give it a chance, taking a small bite 

At first, washing it down with the coffee learnt

And then, if it feels totally good without a choice

Then perhaps reconsider, having the coffee some slack

Not that it and consumption in anyway needs to be toned back

Rather have a day in a week, regularly like
To add one thing sweet, in the menu like spice

Then feel how much better the break taken for this stuff

Will give you a tad more of the sugary fluff

Perhaps missing for the simple and straight cup

Of coffee, well, it might not be so much

But a bit of variety in the routine, never hurt anyone 

The Queen of my very own castle

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“This is my castle, my domain, my place to stay and do there as I please, as I am the Queen of it all” Gun Roswell

The Queen of my very own castle

The idea totally thrilling, positively spine chilling, as the very thought, of being in control, at least of a small pile of rocks, turning into a house of sorts, a castle some might call it, but that does not really matter, as whatever happens, it will be mine and mine alone, and then I can feel totally like a ten feet tall somebody, as I am the soul occupier and owner of the bold state of it all, the castle as I all it, no matter what anyone else says, this place is the top and for me, myself and I, this is a total high point in life as I get to play, the one and only Queen who can here stay, because I am the one and only ruler of it all and hey, if you want to drop by, and see what makes me so widely smile? Well, guess it is okay, but bring presents and I will let you for a while stay. 

Blue skies without any clouds

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“There are nothing but blues skies ahead of us from now on, well, at least for today, am I right?“ Gun Roswell 

Blue skies without any clouds

The skies are totally blue, and it is obvious this is some kind of similar hue, to that of the waters play in the many pools, and somehow, even the eyes, of some of us reflect the same, and being one with the cosmos every now and again, feels totally good, then again, it is just a colour some would say, exactly like the grey, and soon enough, this one too will fade, but until that very time, let’s simply bask in the softness of the light and the touches of the varied of those gorgeous blues, painted across the skies without even one fluffy cloud in sight, and that, is the might, of the colour of blue, no matter what the hue.

Blue a peeking through

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“There is always light between the total darkness, even inside the blues” Gun Roswell

Blue a peeking through

The darkened tall stairway, leading nowhere and then again everywhere
But seeing without light was a strife to move forward in the pitch black night
Then a flash of something caught the eyes now wandering around the place
Perhaps there was somewhere safe to stay, until the light of the coming day
Would emerge though the cracks in the walls, windows, as some them called
While resting on the steps, for a moment to get some rest from wandering
The soft blue glow of the emerging day was starting to show through the walls
And so soon, the blues becoming strong enough, to guide the weary wanderer
Ever upwards the stairs, leading to some place nice, at least that was the hope
As it had been sometime, stuck inside, the dark space without a clue or trace
But now, as the bluish light was steadily winning the fight against the darkness
It was time to start moving and ever so high, towards the top of the stairs
As this was where the flares of life were beginning, with the early morning light

The divider of shadow and light

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“The sunshine of the shortened day, soon going away, as the darkness from the other side of the fence, will be there in a moment no less, giving us once again, a long, cold and dark night, as such is the season we are living in” Gun Roswell

The divider of shadow and light

It was still somewhat of light, not really that bright, alas, it was a great sight, as there were finally shadows, when previously there had been only darkness in place. But this precious moment was delivered in the middle of somewhat torment not being able to really see, the path ahead, as all had been in the total darkness for a long while, and that was nothing to cause a smile.

Alas, this day was totally different, as the divider of the shadow and light had finally won the fight, the dark side, slowly but surely reseeding, and the light side gaining the control it really needed as do we all, as having a glimpse of hope, the light growing ever so strong, each and every day, and knowing this fact it was only a matter of a short while before all of us, would be out there in the light with huge big grinning smiles.

Street Artist

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“The artist are always at work, creating, doing their thing, even on the streets” Gun Roswell

Street Artist

The art is the most important part of their lives, those who for their own views in life thrive, the ones who do not care as to what other people say, as of their displays, as the art work they create is their labour of love, and those who do not like what the end result depicts, well, they can easily stick it… but then again, art is always subjective and that is simply fine, as most of it, is clearly created out of the divine.

As much divine as this particular artist of the streets, their paint work gracing those passers by, whom always beauty seek, can find those things in the art of this simple painter working on the streets, perhaps in a quick session of drawing once own face or the pre painted flowery fields, no matter what the scene, it’s all good, because the beauty of anything really, is in the eye of the beholder, and so, those out there scolding on something being not good, it is simply a matter of being misunderstood, so better take another look, and see what you can find there in stead.

Riding till end of the day

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“The horses will take you were you need to go, and much more peacefully so, than any other vehicle really could“ Gun Roswell

Riding till end of the day

The day very long, but gotta stay strong 

It won’t be long now, before we reach home

Just hoping it will be in time of the pending storm

As usually around these places, it hits pretty strong

Rushing the steed beneath, with a gentle nudge

To move faster, with hoofs the ground hardly touching

The pace so smooth it is almost like having wings on

The soft sand of the beach, hardly reached upon

All the surroundings becoming one fading soft blur

While moving along the very path chosen further

It really does not take that long

Before reaching the home shores

The darkness heavy around us all

The heavy clouds hanging low above

But before even the first drop of rain

Will try any of our backs to stain

Riding inside the cover of the small stall

Where both the rider and their mount

Have some deserved respite finally found

Step inside

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“The mysteries within the places to be found, where a tempting entrance beckons to step inside, do step right in if daring is the spirit within!“ Gun Roswell

Step inside

Step inside, do, step inside! And do hurry, as the divine is most hard to find!

And that is simply being kind, as mostly, there is nothing there to be found, no matter going round and around and even over it, there is no real fix!

But, if you are simply looking for an adventure, just for the sake of it, never giving a shit what you will or will not find while on it, then, do, step right in!

The somewhat covered entrance, on the small street without a sign to pinpoint its locale, a well, kept secret from ages past, as this place was a secret meant to last.

But once you get past the locks and bolts and the guard dogs, step right in, as it is time to let the adventure of a life time begin, or at least for this very moment in time!

And should you be so lucky, as to find a treasure, no matter it might measure, then perhaps, it wasn’t a waste of time after all?

The streets of Paris to thread on and then some

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“Far away vistas or close by cultural cities? Well, guess I chose the latter one this time around and this is what I found” Gun Roswell

The streets of Paris to thread on and then some

The city with the most lights, the city of love, the city filled with history, the city which supposedly sleeps, but that kinda is not true, not really, as all of us needs some rest, even the mighty and strong figure of Europe, the eternal and most gorgeous city that of Paris.

And here, is where the trip begins, from the archway so well, known, where traffic just keeps going on and on, whether on foot, or on a bike or even, some kind of car, the roads all starts from here and then disappear to the distance on the busy streets of Paris.

Now going back and forth in any kind of city is a time consuming, sweat breaking and well, you totally get thirsty. And then, sitting down and having a break, whether for some much refreshing coffee or then, a glass of some fine wine, and that is all fine, in the many small cafes of Paris.

Then, when the night finally falls, because it really does even here, in the city of eternal lights. So, without any kind of fight, make your way towards the tallest tower, at least for a few miles, aptly named after that one builder guy, Eiffel, and watch the lights turn to various colours, at night, the feelings only when visiting the city of Paris.