Daily Snaps
Surrounded by water, what could be better?” Gun Roswell
Archipelago
A bridge carrying you over
To the paradise, or sort of
It’s an island surrounded by water
Maybe even get, a pet otter
Alas it’s heaven for those
Whom seek solitude and prose
So come on down get your dose
Of eternal, sometime surreal
Dream of the Finns
Where life really begins
On an island, in the middle
Of nowhere, without a paddle
“Surrounded by water, what could be better?” Gun Roswell
Archipelago
What, do you see?
Rock, and the eternal sea?
Or something else?
A dream?
Harsh life on an island
Nothing to keep you smiling
No grass, no trees
Blues, greys as far as you can see
Maybe so,
But before you step in that dingy and row
There is much more than sorrow
If you can let some time borrow
The nature wild and rough
Most of it still untouched
The wildlife may wary
Hope you wont get scary
Of birds a flocking
Especially when you’re cooking
And then plentiful sun
Under that surely some fun
But remember the changing weather
Better buckle up with a tether
When the cool storms hit
Then you really are up for shit!
“The plane boss, the plane!”
Sunset Landing
Late in the day, the sun setting, moon coming to play
But the last rays, gorgeous, in the tiny window displayed
Seated, with belts, waiting, patiently, for the inevitable
When the short landing strip, will be finally visible
Soon enough, the sign is up
The voice in the speaker, preparing this seeker
The journey, of a life time awaits
Can hardly in my seat or skin stay
A little time, after dark, after landing on the mark
Stepping out in to the great unknown, into the adventure bold
Friendly faces greeting, I am soon deep in
With warm, moist air on my skin, the pale moon light on the trail
It is time, to begin, living, again
“What wonders lurk behind the walls?” Gun Roswell
Tableau
A painting hanging on the wall
A picture, from something before
An island in the middle of the sea
To this place, where I want to flee
Feet balanced, trying hard not to fall
As I am peeping through the heavy brick wall
Spotting, a peaceful existence, there in the distance
Painted so real, in front of me looks so real
I want there to get
If only these walls would me let
To live on the island so small
Seen, on this beautiful tableau
“More fun in the shadow, right?” Gun Roswell
Shadow and Light
What things lurk in the shadows rim
Evil or good, why don’t you go and take a look
Maybe you will like what you find
Maybe, there is something so fine
Or maybe, even something divine
It will make you want to live there for good
Even though you know, you really not should
The temptations whispered into your ear
As you enter the darkness without fear
Deep down you know it is so wrong
But you are determined and think you are that strong
Resisting the urge to stay
As you only come along for a short play
After a while, there is no more time
And maybe you feel just fine
Soon forgetting there ever was a light
But the nagging feeling, gives you fright
Starting a struggle to get away
But the light, is only on a small display
Nothing more than a tiny dot
As you remain sitting there, in your darkened spot
“Let’s get back to the basics” Gun Roswell
Elements
Cool turquoise waters under the scorching sun
The air as clear as blue, with a touch of fluff of white fun
The rocks and sand, together combine a mass of land
A touch of green, the grass purest you’ve ever seen
The smallest of atoms, forming some atolls
The colours blooming vivid, in the flowery livid
Sooner or later, masses start to form, into a uniform
Of sorts, for more solid beings, animals and humans, living
Until the palette is complete, then only, take a seat
And enjoy the tableau of it all, elements, creatures great and small
For without these elements, this place would be none
And soon enough, we would also loose, all the fun
“It’s calm today, in the summer day” Gun Roswell
Harbour
A slow boat awaits me, finally setting me free
Boarding, without a haze, as at the quiet waters, I gaze
Destination, unknown, as from this place, I have overgrown
Walking to my seat, looking forward to the breeze
As the sails are hoisted, I am second guessing my choices
Alas, they soon fade, as I settle in to the laze
Of becoming the passenger, on this journey ahead
Eyes wide open, I stare at the great ocean
Not knowing, is the hardest part, but if I play it smart
What ever the future, I think I can make without any sutures
Face in a smile, shedding the vile, yes, it has been a while
I am finally feeling, happy
“What’s behind the door?” Gun Roswell
Blue door
Step in through the door
In the colour of blue, that is
If you dare, did I
Give you a scare or
Is your face so pale by nature?
So do let yourself inside
Who knows what scary things
You may find, after all, this is
A tale for the odd
And peculiar people, who like
To dabble in the adventures beyond an
Explanation from this world maybe
Even horror or some sort
Of supernatural thing, which will make your
Heart sing, until it it
Pops out and lays still
On the ground until you pop it
Back, and all is well.
Again?
“The journey begins” Gun Roswell
Beginning of a journey
Early rise, beginning the begin, with a smile
On the long train, on my way
Feeling the speed, for looking back, no need
Always on the move, finding my groove
The journey ahead, all my life to this lead
People passing by, giving me the high five
I know I’m on the right track, so giving myself some slack
Soon another place in front of me, and I want everything to see
Until the time, when the bells chime
As it’s time for me to move along
But not without singing a song
And with that, there is nothing wrong
“From the highest mountain top, shouting out loud, until I drop” Gun Roswell
On the top
Climbing as high as I possible can
But of climbing, I am not really a fan
As I start to ascend, I know I am making a new trend
making it to the utmost top, no way I may this flop
Climbing, climbing, climbing until I drop
Nothing, no nothing, can make me stop
I am going to make it, up there, where the clouds lay
And when I reach the tallest top, I am there to stay
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