Moon Above

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“The night or the day, no matter which way you decide to cypher it, the moon is out there, hanging above even if somewhat dimly lit“ Gun Roswell 

The moon was out, hanging above in the clear blue sky, nothing there to spy, not really, but it could have as easily have been in the middle of the night, as the light, was so dim.

Either because of the timing, being that of summer, the day never ending, and so day or night, all the same, as the sun and moon together keeps on spinning.

Or then, it was the day of a ver dark and dreary autumn month, the shades blurring in together, to each other, the shadow, the light, all the grey shades of neither and then both, the monochrome, the noir, all of it one simple colour.

Whatever it is you see up there with your own bare eyes, is the truth, whether the sky is blue, or pitch black dark, the moon is always there, looking mighty smart.

Green and then some!

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“Summer is here and so is all the green popping out, was there ever any doubt” Gun Roswell 

The green on the trees, the bushes, everywhere seen and even allowing the flowers to use their stem colour, as green, naturally.

But it’s not just the lush green, pretty as seen, but also a great cover, a camouflage of the highest caliber, as provided by Mother Nature herself.

The privacy curtain, certainly not hurting, the dwellers living beyond, the green wall, standing strong, against every kind of peeping Tammy or Tom.

But the most important thing, is not the cover or the wall, rather the fact that it’s summer and all that green, makes the air fresher and more easy to breathe.

An alien construct perhaps?

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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

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.

Black and white and grey

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“Those shady greys are everywhere” Gun Roswell


The sky so gorgeous over my head
I cannot tear my sore eyes away 

Despite this monochromatic view
I choose to stand here’s and drool 

Painted images with black and white
Make a beautiful tableau of the skies 
Lurking greys are in the shadows
But only for the effect as the wind blows 

Even without colour the picture is so vivid
With my camera going quite livid 
Palm trees and cloudy sun filled skies
This is the place where the true beauty lies 

Blues, Greens, Yellows

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

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

Surviving, the horrid Monday

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“Oh Monday, you are so totally cruel and always come uninvited into my life, what can i do to keep you at bay?“ Gun Roswell

The Monday morning had once again arrived
I know it because I can totally smell its pride
Raising the ugly head I now know far to well
And then, there is that, totally fowl smell

You to tempt me to kick your non too rounded arse
As this day, always turns into some odd kind of farce
But if I did not already have this headache
From merely thinking about you to arrive and me break

You always make me numb, avoid of all the fun
Lashing out to me, with something or another
As if this beginning of the week would not already be a struggle
The weekend gone and Friday nowhere in sight, bummer!

But, there is one thing, that could help me pull through
That one single and totally lovely and tasting full brew
The darkest of liquids and the greatest of sustenance 
Ever devised by mankind, which has no pretence

It’s simply, well, just great
So go ahead, take a break
For this cup of stuff is no fake
Go, enjoy, your coffee, now!

Fun, under the sun

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“Beach ward bound on this perfect day, at least, in my dreams” Gun Roswell

When the early morning sun beckons
For a day of total fun I reckon
It’s time to put aside
All the bad thoughts and worries

And outside, take a ride in a hurry
Because this life will pass in a flurry
So better grab on to the existing moment
Stop yourself from being in this torment

Let it all go and listen to the warm wind blow
Then jump on the wagon a steer towards the flow
This day is rare, there are none to spare
Just go there, wherever your mind wants to flare

Spend the day on the beach if that is why our seek
And do not come back until you’ve cut yourself some slack!

“Fun, fun, fun, under the smiling sun”
So, why don’t you, join in said fun?!?

Life, never perfect?!?

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“Life is not perfect and neither am I “ Gun Roswell

Every day a pretty smile for the camera
This target requires loads of stamina
Acting, pretending, life is just dandy
Secretly crying, and eating that last piece of candy

Money may be tight, cannot afford the evening light
Eating the neighbour’s leftovers, dug up from the bio trash bin, not such a sin
Living life to the fullest, only to find out you’re the dullest
Watching pictures from friends on the Instagram, basking in the sun of a foreign land

Realising all the best laid plans, went down the drain, with the spring rain
Making up the perfect image, the best produced scam, imagined anyone can
Acting, playing the part, none of the wiser, but you are the biggest lier
Facade so permanent, face turning into stone, sooner or later it will reach your bones

Wake up, before it is too late
Learn, to not yourself to hate
Life is not perfect and neither are you
You thought different, but you are the biggest fool

After all, you are a just a tiny ball, in the worldwide game of pinball
Thrown against the walls, like everyone else, and sooner or later, everyone falls
You can try to stall, play a different song
But none of us are strong, it’s all just pretend

A blanket over everything

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“There is snow out there, surprise! Even if it is the middle of the winter, it always seems to be the case!” Gun Roswell

The snow like powder, hit the nature, covertly, even if it was all forecast and supposedly would last at least for a month of few, once it had fallen and plastered itself all across the land, and wherever one was to stand, as far as eyes could see, there was only snow, snow, snow and then some, oh, what fun!

But, no matter where one stands, on the topic of snow and winter, it is always so pretty, the freshly fallen sprinkles, of the crips white powdery stuff, no matter if getting outside to the cold with lots of clothing, is always gone sound out with a huff and a puff, but having to laugh, once outside, when the prettiness of it all hits the eyes.

Take a ride on the city line!

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“Public transport can be a lot of fun to catch on, especially during a snow storm!” Gun Roswell


Public transit, oh what joy!
But, before you shout ahoy
Read this story of ploy

Early morning in January
I was really in a hurry
The venue was set in the city
And feeling a little giddy
After all travelling by train
Was not something to do in vain
Especially in the middle of winter
With temperatures below zero
And myself certainly no sprinter
And even less of a hero

Reaching the train station
After half jogging the way
Then I heard the notification
The train had been delayed
No indication as to arrival time
But they told us, all was fine
Just a minor snafu
The train would be there in a few

A few minutes went by
On the platform standing by
Then after a while
Waiting for the train to arrive
I was wishing I had taken the car
I would have been so very far

Oh what fun and joy!
Toes, fingers and nose freezing
The snow storm’s intensity increasing
Now I know, this was a winter’s ploy!