Old school yet still working

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“It might be old and busted, even rusted, but it still works just fine, so no need to throw away, am I right?” Gun Roswell

Old school yet still working

The old and refurbished whatever it was in the past life, a four wheel drive nevertheless and to confess, some of its parts were cannibalised even from the bikes, not the motorised though, rather the peddling kind, but hey, as long as they all work together in somewhat of a harmony, it all just fine, as this new kind of a transport vessel has now been given new life, from those parts of the ones which came before it.

So, before you judge, this vessel by its cover, or rather the lack there of as it is kind of a hover of a roof on top and nothing much else, but when the heat of summer arrives, this kind of ride will do simply fine, as the air conditioning will always be there, especially when driving, well, somewhat faster than your average kind of a bike. So hop on, enjoy the old school feel of it and perhaps, you too can support this kind of self building, as it is, nature saving in the end.

Take a ride on a kickable and motorised scooter 

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“Ride, ride, ride a kick scooter to the end of a long, long street” Gun Roswell 


Take a ride on a kickable and motorised scooter 

Manual labour?

No thanks!

Simply put a coin in the slot, right there on the dot, just there, and voilà!

You are equipped with the most perfect transport for a few hours to circle around in the city just like, well royalty, maybe not, but at least close to it, without any kind of stint of the manual and exhausting one.

And if you really want to, have some exercise, just to feel more nice, rather than the lazy ass riding on the scooter with both feet on it, then scoot, scoot, scoot your way with the other leg. 

And for the sake of it, try to change footing every now and again, as too much time spent on just the one appendix, might just cause cramps or thicker muscles on it.

So, whatever you choose, you won’t lose, as this is the best choice to travel in a small city.

Island life under the shade

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“Sometimes, one simply needs a break from it all.” Gun Roswell

Island life under the shade

A small Island, perhaps Greece?
A small piece
Of our very own history
Beyond the centuries
The oldest of towns
Considered the jewel of the crown
Alas the soft sunny beach
At your very reach
Ixia, Kamiros or Lindos
A small drive with the bus
Everything you’ll ever need
On the small island of eternal peace

Up the Escalator I go

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“The ride up, on a metallic contraption? I’d rather not?” Gun Roswell

Up the Escalator I go

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Living life in the mall’s simulator
When riding up and down the escalator
Keeping control, like an operator
From ride to ride, like a navigator
Each passenger, like an imitator
Step by step, feet moving like alternators

Sorry,
No wheels said the administrator
Or you will be labelled a violator
And thrown off from this cycle
Phew, just glad I was not a skater
Maybe sooner, than later
He’ll quit being a hater
Learn how to become a collaborator
And only then,
Be able to ride on the escalator

Airfields in the cornfields

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“Flying off to foreign lands or simply hovering above familiar land, take yourself to the airfield in the middle of no where and take flight” Gun Roswell

Airfields in the cornfields

While visiting the side of the country
Where the lush green remains for eternity
The fields filled with produce as far as the eyes can see
Isn’t this totally the lace for anyone for a weekend to flee

Peddling, rowing, running or just walking
When al the nature’s offerings gently stalking
But then something completely different comes to view
In the middle of the fields with a very light hue

Shimmering in the bright summer’s sunlight
Your mind immediately starts to fantasise and then takes flight
And soon enough your body can make that come true too
Because you have just stumbled upon a small airfield designed for two

Jump in and on board
This short flight you really can afford
As soaring above the countryside for a while
Will totally put you in awe with a great big smile

It’s oh so very quiet and calm!

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“The ocean beckons to  be explored, but today, I feel like such a bore, and simply want to rest for a while longer, on top of the calming waves” Gun Roswell

It’s oh so very quiet and calm!

The calming of the waves, as soon as I my head will lay, on top of the smoothing surface at any, body gently floating, as it is coping, with this overly gentle place, searching for a state of mind, which out there is really hard to find, the peace, the quiet, the calm, but here it is all so clear, when lulled to sleep, on these calming waves, as even after all the fight of the day, this is where I finally want to stay, on top of the soft material, even if not a bed of any kind, I need my rest and so, this state is the one not to debate, whether or not, and so, with eyes closed tightly, I concentrate, still floating above the edge, the mind at rest, thoughts all gone, no sounds or images to explore, only the calm and quiet surrounding, this unruly mind and body, without counting the passing time, and that is all simply fine.

Ship Ahoy! (From the past?)

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“Sailing in the past, towards the future perhaps?” Gun Roswell

Ship Ahoy! (From the past?)

Sailing in the past on the open seas forever seemingly to last

This method might not be the fastest of the safest method forward to move

Alas getting to the future so unsure?

Well, not in the hurry to do that just yet and so no jets but a slow boat

The sails flapping in the wind and when the mood swings

The sails will be lowered and the pace slower

This is the way to move, across the high seas

Never fast, wanting this special moment forever to last

They future out there somewhere, totally can wait

For this solemn sailor 

World Wide We Ride

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“There is just something about travel, around the globe and guess in the future, space?” Gun Roswell

World Wide We Ride

Against the mundane grind
Do I daily fight
My Disappointment, trying hard to hide
When dull takes over there for the while
Cooking up, some kind of evil guile
To get on my face, a more permanent smile
But, before that time
I can only enjoy my precious archives
For only in my mind
Do I travel, world wide

Life is not perfect

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

Life is not perfect

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

Rain, no shine

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“Bring me rain, to breathe” Gun Roswell

Rain, no shine

Bring me no shine no more
But lots of rain down on me pour
I need to breathe in the liquid
This sunshine is killing me quickly

I tried so hard to adjust
Because I was told I must
But in the scorching light
I feel my will lost the fight

I was happier in the darker dreary
Feeling everything near me
The shiny bright open wide
I cannot find a place to hide

Shadow almost gone now
Even the winds hotly blow
Only one place left to go
But I cannot reach the under growth

Please hear my plead o’ mighty Thor
Send down some rain and roar
Heal this bleeding sores
Before all that remains is deadly scorned