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

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

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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!