“The constructs made all the same, concrete is to blame” Gun Roswell
Structure break down
In this smallest of town
A minor human form
Could be the kind of a norm
In the cold concrete suburbia
Concrete is what you see
Category Archives: Mundane Monday
The Good and the Evil?
“Sometimes a sugary treat, will turn to be quite evil, even with the fruit and veggie filled meal having been consumed just before.” Gun Roswell
They say it is good for you
Healthy type of food
You must eat it
Possibly, even enjoy it
But who can really resist
The tempting siren song
Of the sugary spawn
Of a glazed donught
They said not to touch
But I really wanted it so much
Sneaking it out
In a hankerchief no less
I must confess
I ate the whole thing
With one big bite
Just out of spite
I really, really enjoyed it
The Golden Moment
“Something glowing up there in the skies, something, golden I spy, could it be…???” Gun Roswell
The windows reflecting the light
As the afternoon’s sun is still bright
Colouring all the surfaces with gold hue
Completely irradiating the feeling of blue
A lyrical moment for the mundane grey
The feeling of dull quickly fading away
As the tall towers and the low windows
Make us believe in fairy tales and wonders
Our city now the golden one
Before the illusion comes undone
And we are back to the mundane vision
Of dull surfaces needing revision
Monday Mood in Monochrome
“The Monday, the one day, that can easily be spent, in the colour of Monochrome“ Gun Roswell
The Monday mood, in grey as per usual, spending time, under the doorway open wide, an archway they say, as past most of them sway, clearly, the news, of this day, today, being a Monday, has not reach their busy minds, but here, regular like clockwork, the chime indicated, it was that time, the start for a week, for those whom something new seek, but the grey overtones, make the day rather bleak, and so, hiding under the archway, is the best bet at least.
But there is beauty in the monochromatic world too, even as seen from below an obstructed view with some kind of a Monday hating attitude, as the vivid shades of greys keep chaining with the time of the day, the lighting, the shadows and all the other whatnots, but most of all, hiding under the way of arching rock, ain’t too bad after the initial shock, as it will be only for the one day, the day of the week, nobody really admits, is the crappiest of them all, but hey, stay low, as tomorrow, will be another Tuesday again.
Spend a day in nature
“Something about nature, so calming and gorgeous, you never want to go back inside again?” Gun Roswell
Sitting on a swing
Not worrying about a thing
Enjoying the simple life
Without a stinger or a strife
The air almost like silk
Time slowly passing by
Not one trouble in sight
Observing, watching, looking
What is nearby cooking
The hedgehog sipping it’s milk
The squirrel with it’s tail high
A bird gliding in mid flight
The flowers in the wind crooking
The clouds hanging softly in the sky
Exhaling, letting out a sigh
The last rays of sun on the skin
What a perfect fin
For a July summer’s day
The grass in a gentle sway
The Voice – The Words – Listen?
“Hearing the words spoken? Seeing those words written on the wall? They must all speak the truth? But are you listening?” Gun Roswell
“Can you hear my voice?”
It asked
“Listen to my voice”
It continued
“Walk towards my voice”
It beckoned
Finally, standing there in front of the wall, with a can of spray in my hand, I had made my statement
I hear a voice
Anyone else?
Are you listening?
Only in my imagination, does exist the most perfect vacation
“These days, virtual travel either on the internet or thought the memories of the mind and photographs, can we travel” Gun Roswell
The mind might be playing some tricks on me, as I am slowly sifting through, all the bundled up memories in my own mind, of the holiday, years back, quite sublime. It really happened by accident, as I ran across, an image in a forgotten folder, of the vision captured, at the perfect moment frozen in time, when all was simply, fine, in the good old times, when we were all freely allowed to explore the world around us, without too much of a fuss.
So, dwelling on that photograph for a while, without rush and hurry, even if the image was a tad blurry, as was my locked away memory of the place, the time and the plenty of sunshine, un-phased by whatever negatives there might have been there along the way. But as so many other things in our minds, those hazy days of yesteryear will always have a golden hue to them, or most of them do, as trying to save only the few good ones, with or without the puns.
Scenic Scenes from Dawn till Dusk and all around
“The traveller never gets sick of looking at the vistas of foreign lands, I definitely don’t and looking back at all the pictures taken, I revisit all those places“ Gun Roswell
The days of sunny and warm
Spent around the old ruins just after dawn
Much to see and plenty to do
Especially as the day is getting hotter after noon
But for the enthusiastic traveller
There is really nothing to complain rather
Enjoying the new vistas and the history
Of this place with plenty of stories
And, if you are planning to stay awake
Until the late of the event filled day
Make sure to make your way to the beach
Or basically any open area seat
As the spectacle of the evening
Is at that time about to begin
The sun setting over the open waters
There is really nothing to compare!
So keep on travelling, to strange new places
If only in your mind or in a virtual space
There is nothing more eye opening
When out of your comfort zone staying
Summer Vibes?
“Summer is definitely still here, as per proof, the hot weather, skimpy outfits and reddish sunburns, which really do hurt! And those, are just few of the vibes, of the summer’s jive!“ Gun Roswell
Summer is always such a special time for most of us anyway. As it comes by every now and again. And while summer only lasts for a brief moment in time. Perhaps it is just fine. As then, it is much more easy to admire. All that it is to worship the plentitude of nature as it hits. Out of the blue, all green, yellow and well, blue too.
Take it all in, let it grab your heart and then you too can sing. As soon enough, the rough of the upon coming fall. Followed only by the cold and harsh of winter stalls, all the time in the world. While seemingly lasting forever. But will make the Summer Time, feel so much more better.
That Monday Mood once again!
“Wanting to flee, something of a mood each and every Monday it seems” Gun Roswell
No matter if you are travelling or at home
There is always something mundane going on
During the first day of the week
You might not always really find what you seek
But look around what the world of mundane will bring
You may be surprised of the same old things
Look so much different depending of the mood or light
Some of them coming finally to life
There is art where you least expect it to be adored
Just grab your camera and a new attitude and go to explore
It may be Monday, that one specific day
We all love so much to hate, well, at least of it debate
Just call it the beginning of an interesting week to enjoy
Because Friday will get here sooner than you have time to shout:
“Ahoy!”
Rantings Of A Third Kind 