Writing is, hard?

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“Am I really a writer? Or simply a pretender?” Gun Roswell

Writing is, hard?

When life sucks
But onward you must
Writing, your only outlet
This is as good, as it gets

Trying to type, not hesitate
But only staring, at a blank slate
Why oh why, did I start so late
Why must each decision require a debate

Life is hard, writing is really hard
But it’s been said, out of hardship you become smart
By now, after all, I should be a genius
So why do I feel like so much less

Am I a writer
Am I a fighter
Sometimes, I am neither
Today, I just sit and stare

Alas

Writing is a piece of cake
Have tiny slice at first, a chapter of the slate
Then another bite, see there was no smite
Now the second verse, goes just like rehearsed

Before you know it
You have a lot to show for it
An empty plate
But a filled up slate

Look Up!!!

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“You’ll never know what you may find hidden in the deepest of forests”
Gun Roswell

Look Up!!!

When in the forest of so very deep
You finally may find what you seek
Never miss a beat
Only remember to look up
But try not to stumble over a stump

Two, One, None

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“It’s beginning to look a lot like Fall, the Autumn of it all in nature” Gun Roswell

Two, One, None

It started with a few
Then there were two
Only remaining
A single one
Nothing to be done
The time for Winter
Has finally come
As soon, there will be
None

single

What’s at the very end?

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“There is always something more interesting on the other side, right?“ Gun Roswell

What’s at the very end?

Standing at the start of a very long and narrow, but inviting pier. If I was a seer, I would know what ahead of me lies, alas, I am not, so the only option is to either stop, or move forward, towards the great unknown. And that is what I have chosen. Making this an adventure to be gone on.

As I am slowly but surely moving forward, with my legs shaky, as each step, can be my very last, on this rickety old lane of fast. But I continue, as I am curious and I do want to know, what there is at the very end for me to show. A revelation perhaps? A reward of some sort?

What ever it is, I cannot wait to find out, even if it would be, just a simple old kind of a lighthouse!

What’s hidden at the end?

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“There is always som kind of treasure at the end of the path, at least to someone’s pleasure” Gun Roswell 

What’s hidden at the end?

Take a trip to the very end, the end of the path which begins, with just the one step, taking a deep breath, before diving in, as it might be difficult to begin that journey even if the decision is made, so, hesitation is a given thing for all of us, but just have to trust that gut feeling, telling this is the one to take, the quest of it all well worth it, and so, get on with it!

And do, feeling bold as moving along, one foot falling to the next, into the beat of the heart, taking things slow though really smart, because the reward at the end will wait, even if you will get there late, and hey, it’s totally okay to hesitate, for a moment even contemplate, whether the decision to take on this journey was the right one to make.

But, when finally deciding to continue no matter the lingering doubt, making up and until the very end of the longest of paths, the reward being whatever wanted, simply making it last, as long as possible and then when all is done, simply go out with a  big blast

Airport hustle 

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“Doing the airport hustle”Gun Roswell

Airport hustle 

A very long and exhausting trip ahead
Wishing you had stayed home instead
Sitting at the airport cafeteria sipping coffee
Wishing this time for something stronger in front of me

But alas nothing of that nature is served in this establishment Trying hard to figure out away from this torment 

Then a small group of people pass me by In what looks like a conga line
First reaction is to think they are really high But as the ask to join with a big smile 

Who am i some fun to deny? 

So, here I am doing the airport hustle And forgotten is all the other hassle! 

A beach view hidden 

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“Peekaboo, I see a sea view, from my hideout at the beach, perfection at reach” Gun Roswell 

A beach view hidden 

The most perfect place on the face of the earth was the only one searched for so long and hard, as the seeker smart relentlessly kept on going even of for a long time there was nothing worth showing. Until finally, one day, almost by accident stumbling upon the most magnificent display. That of a hidden beach, so totally secret and absolutely neat, the searcher most certain nothing in front of them visible now, could ever that defeat. 

Carefully approaching the scene, as if in fear it would soon disappear. But that fear was unwarranted as the vision in front soon turned out to be even more than something used to spark ones imagination. Closing in on the long sought treasure both of the mind and heart, knowing the seeker needed to act smart. As disturbing the perfection and alerting others to this secret attraction was not intended and so, moving forward with caution was the only option.

Reaching the final barrier, and peeking behind the trees hiding the view for anyone to see. A moment spent in simply admiration and awe, still not sure what they saw, was real. But then courage kicking in and the final steps were taken. Landing on the untouched and sacred beach, was the end of the seekers trip and now settling there for a moment, enjoy the silence of the waves, then to a memory it all to save, before going back from once they came, life never going to be the same after having experienced, perfection.

Phone Home Maybe?

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“Our daily lives are so mundane, alas what can you do? Someone perhaps sue?” Gun Roswell

Phone Home Maybe?

A dialer device
From a different era
Had to suffice
Let me tell ya
An analog connection
No visual perception
No texting
Sure no sexting
Just a calling machine
The only mean
For ancient times
But oh how time flies
Now we all have
A mobile device

Que Sera, Sera

Walking to the end of the long pier

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“Walking to the very end of the pier, well, look around, you don’t have to be a seer, to predict this outcome!” Gun Roswell


Walking to the end of the long pier

Predictions of a good view? Reserved, for the chosen few?

Hardly those as at all, as anyone could walk down the long way, finding the same display, as the rest of us could see gleaming from the seashore, never a bore, is the greeting for us in store.

The blues across the horizon, whether the sun or moon is on the rising.

Whatever the time of the day, it does not matter as this, this is the best place.

The end of the pier, is where the sights so dear are seen.

So, why would anyone want to go anywhere else at all?

Well, simply because, this place is not reachable by most.

And maybe the seaside is not even your very special thing.

But whatever the case is, whether you love or maybe even hate it.

Just try it once, take that walk down the long pier and who knows.

Maybe you too, will become a believer of the moon, the sun and even

The view at the end of the pier.

Under the cloud skies I am sailing

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“There is no good or bad weather, when the need to set sail hits, it just is what it is, and then, you find yourself in a dingy, lulling on the waves on the surface of a body of water” Gun Roswell

Under the cloud skies I am sailing

The weather might be changing every which way, but no matter if it’s snowing, raining or even hailing, the need to go out there, to set sail, the destination never really important as is the feeling of being free, letting the winds of change take you there, as this sphere, has infinite possibilities to explore, even if it’s just hanging in a small boat, in the middle of a home lake.