Walking to the end of the long pier

“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

“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.

Lunch Time!

“The biggest thing about Sunday is, that it will always be followed by a Monday” Gun Roswell

Lunch Time!

A week full of labour
Still, bearing its fruits

Lunch in the coffee area
No time for feeling inferior

Chums and colleagues take a stance
Together we eat, be merry and laugh
Even time for a wee Monday dance

Of course,
The sweet dessert all the previous enhanced 😛

Totally so, on the rocks!


“On the rocks you say? Order a soft drink of the same name perhaps? Or just, life in general being just that? Usually, it’s either one or the other, or then second preceding the first option!” Gun Roswell

Totally so, on the rocks!

Life, death, life, things that nature, whatever the situation might just be, being totally alive or having died? Well, I would hope that while writing this ditty, I am alive, or at least, pretending to be, for you see, being on the rocks, totally so, and not even getting the drink to top it all! Well, guess, this really does seem like a dream of sorts, as seen, when, not totally dead or alive, just somewhere there between a state, where a moment of hesitate comes upon the dreamer, well, me, thinking, where am I? Is this really a dream or real life and what is even real life? Then I remember, the fact, of not really being dead either, simply having escaped, the place of the rocks, or rather, laying on top of some very pointy ones, stabbing in the back, really nasty things those are and so, having simply escaped, to this dream world and only waiting for the dreaded moment, when the day calls and I got to get up and there it goes, the alarm! So, guess, on the rocks it will be, for at least, a while!

The way down


“Take the steps one at the time and trust in that you will be fine, as wherever you end up, just remember to smile” Gun Roswell

The way down

The steps ahead leading to a place, somewhere else than where you stand right now as no one really in stays, in the same allotted time and space and so, daring to take the first step is the beginning of a long and lingering journey, with plenty more stairs to share, but as long as keeping in mind the burning flare, the one deep inside, the world, galaxy open wide will become the travelled path which for an eternity will last.

From Morn till Dusk

“Sky watching yet again, another sunrise on the horizon” Gun Roswell


From Morn till Dusk

As the early morning darkness fades
I am set and ready on my way
Hoping, not to be too late
To catch, at least, a glimpse, of the rising light
With my own, two dark eyes
And to admire that, of the magnificent sun’s rise
Watching the sky
I never feel like a spy
Only to simply admire
Of the marvels of what expires
When Mother Nature
Plays around like a true painter
Making art work of the simplest of things
Which will make each our hearts sing

Ship in the Grey

“Sailing in the past, to the future” Gun Roswell

Ship in the Grey

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 

A road to nowhere

“Sometimes one simply needs to take a road, leading to nowhere much, the journey the point, not the destination“ Gun Roswell

A road to nowhere

The red bus or the black taxicab, biking, hiking or even slow walking, it really does not matter which mode you just might be choosing

The main goal is not to goal, rather enjoy the journey ahead, no matter how hard or sad, there is always something to be taken away from all that

At the end the goal might just shine, but even if you won’t reach it, either in time or at all, the best of it all, are the gained friends, the memories in the brain’s store

Grey (it’s Monday after all!)

“I think you can find all the elements that you can find in great literature in mundane experiences” Harvey Pekar

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Grey

Is it a smoke?
Is it a gun?
Is it a pipe?

It does not poke
It’s not even fun
It’s just a hype

It’s a piece of art

Snow Day

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“Hell no! Even more snow? This is getting old really fast!” Gun Roswell

Snow Day

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Expected:
A snowstorm front
Heavy snowfall
All through the day

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Ten degrees Celsius
Of the minus variation
Appears colder
On your skin

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Stay indoors
If you can

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