The Moon again

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“La Luna, The Moon, La Lune, Kuu, the sacred child has many names, and who can blame, it’s picture perfect the way she hangs out there in the night sky” Gun Roswell

The Moon again

She hangs there again, with her many friends. The stars. They are like some sort of a celestial gang. A tough one at that. But they only come out at night. Well, mostly. As I have seen them sometimes too, when there is light. But mostly, she and her posse seem to be nocturnal. And why do I know this? Well, you see, I keep a journal. Not that I’m a stalker, no far from it. I just like the shape of her, the craters, the dust, the overall sensation of mystery. After all, there is only so much you can see, while peeping through a telescope. But the best of it, is what is not visible, the dark side. As she totally has one. Something she will never reveal to us mere mortals. At least until we get a spaceship out there and then all of us can stare at the revelation. Still, I prefer to live in the fantasy, going beyond reality. Imagining only all those magical things she is hiding from us now. And that is how, she is still, the favourite.

Dark Cat

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“The mysterious dark coated cat is something of a curiosity right now“ Gun Roswell

Dark Cat

It does not speak , it does not move, it does not even care, even if you dare to stare, as it is quite the oddity by nature, and it has no hatred, as, it simply exist. Maybe and simply to enlist, the curiosity of others as they attempt to coax this dark one, to maybe come play and have some fun. Butter there within lies the pun, as this dark side of a being, is only there for the seeing, as it is the one keeping, the score. And no matter how much you adore, the mystery and magical scene surrounding this feline, there is always the b-line, to an exit, and maybe, just maybe, you had better take it, before it is too late to get, the hell out of its way.

The end of summer

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“Sadly, it has come to this, as it is the end of summer, even if it might have been somewhat of a bummer this year” Gun Roswell

The end of summer

The heatwave, which was cursed in so many ways, has now finally ended, after a long time having spent on this land of those who either it loved or hated. And thus leaving room, for the cold and rain, which in some ways, will wash away the left over pain. 

After a long time of praying, for some kind of relief from the heat, it looks like we have jumped right from that state to a monsoon like plane. The pouring of the rain keeps on going day after day, but if it is good for the hay, then maybe it’s good for the rest of us.

Being totally sad but also glad in a way, as even if the summer has come and gone, and not much of it was really enjoyed as there was really no way in getting around, still, mourning is not on the agenda, not today at least, as that fears beast of thunder, keeps on rumbling.

There will be another one, most likely next year, summer that is. And so, for now, whatever weather comes along next, the snow even, guess I won’t be doing too much of complaining? Not making any promises though as it might be a fall slow and complaining, well that is me, really!

Sailing along the shore

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“Spot the boat on the side of the road” Gun Roswell

Sailing along the shore

Just to be on the safest of sides, on this, blue ocean oh so wide
And as is the pride in addition to the set of skills still lacking quite
The best bet for today’s magnificent ride, was not to totally hide
Rather to stay securely and solemnly on the long, long coastline

So, taking this adventure with just a slight hint of enthusiasm in the air
At least before getting the hang of all this sailing stuff without despair
As it really is a tough job, controlling all of this fine burnt small size boat
So not to make too much of a hassle of it al and then left on the strand to croak

But today, is the first trial of running a ship of my own, being the captain bold
And following the given rules and regulations, and doing the things as told
Because since day one after seeing this fine vessel ready and able, I was sold
And so becoming the proud owner and the skipper, well, guess it was foretold

So, setting sail, across the seashores, will be today’s finest chore
And that despite the short distance will still not be any kind of bore

Ghost ships in the blue waters

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“They can only be seen, when the fog gets too thick on the highest of seas, the ghost ships of blue that is” Gun Roswell

Ghost ships in the blue waters

They can only be visible, when the seas are filled with the coolest of those solemn hues, the blue fog surrounding the waters and when the visibility is just a few metres. It is then when the ships appear, to their special spots all over the waters edge. In the colour of blue they are shrouded, and appearing there without any passengers allowed on board them. They are the ghost of the past and the future. Not of us, but only themselves, those many ships which had sunken without any kind of trace off of the face of the world and into the deep abyss hurled. This is not to scare anyone with their presence, only acting as a reminder of the dangers, of putting too much trust in clear blue skies and calm waters, and not taking enough precautions. For the sea is not a safe place for the unprepared, by two always remember to make safety first. But if you happen to spot those blue coloured ghostly vessels, well, better err on the side of caution and stay out of the water, at least, for that day.

Perspective

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“The perspective of things? Well, it kind of all depends on how you perceive them does it not?” Gun Roswell

Perspective 

The hustle and bustle of the busy street, over crowded with vehicles and people on their rapidly moving feet. Why do I even bother to come here at all, when I simply wish I could time stall and spend my days in quiet and peace, alone some please else like sailing on the seven seas. Alas, I am stuck in this city of eternity, biding my time to get out of here. So why oh why oh might deities, can’t you hear and answer my desperate prayers.

Still, I know things are fine for me here, in the midst of the sea of people, none the worse but not better either. It’s not that I am totally suffering from anything really. It’s just the mind of me, playing those tricks you see, I am a person who does not really want company. And all the crowds out in the streets over there, scare me half to death if out venture dare. Why you may ask? Well, I cannot explain, but if I too long out here remain, I get all panicky and afraid so guess it just is what it is.

So, leave me to my dreams for now, the perfect vision of the solemn waves and beyond, sailing on my small boat alone, towards a future unset and without too many souls tagging along. Yep, guess that is me and my perspective of life, a quiet place without sound or strife and simple days with lots of smiles.

Surviving Mondays

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“Oh Monday, you are so totally cruel and always come uninvited into my life, what can i do to keep you at bay?“ Gun Roswell

Surviving Mondays

The Monday morning had once again arrived
I know it because I can totally smell its pride
Raising the ugly head I now know far to well
And then, there is that, totally fowl smell

You to tempt me to kick your non too rounded arse
As this day, always turns into some odd kind of farce
But if I did not already have this headache
From merely thinking about you to arrive and me break

You always make me numb, avoid of all the fun
Lashing out to me, with something or another
As if this beginning of the week would not already be a struggle
The weekend gone and Friday nowhere in sight, bummer!

But, there is one thing, that could help me pull through
That one single and totally lovely and tasting full brew
The darkest of liquids and the greatest of sustenance 
Ever devised by mankind, which has no pretence

It’s simply, well, just great
So go ahead, take a break
For this cup of stuff is no fake
Go, enjoy, your coffee, now!

Seated in a cafe on a Sunday

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“A small cafe in Paris just around the corner hidden away from prying eyes“
Gun Roswell

Seated in a cafe on a Sunday

Sunday and a cup of coffee, a perfect combination for the brief time allotted
Sneaking away, stealing time from it all just for a few precious moments
As this was supposed to be the one day, which is the day of some time off
Alas, something came up, as it usually does and the chances growing slim
But luckily there is a perfect kind of spot, hidden around the corner just off
The busy streets where the cats sleep, at least on a sunny day on Sunday
Alas not today, as everyone seems to be gone completely somewhere else
As soon as the small cafe coming to view I can see that not even a few or one
Patrons are present so I guess it is only for me myself and I so seating down
My frown turning upside down, yes it is a smile which away has been a while
But not today as now I can here alone with my thoughts for a moment stay
In this pleasurable place on this fine Sunday afternoon on a seat in a cafe

Cat of cats

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“Cat is a cat is a cat, and there can be no doubt about that” Gun Roswell

Cat of cats

The cat on the pavement proudly sat, like the king of the hill, or the guard of the heap, but never the place to sleep, only a place of worship.

It was the very spot that this specific cat always came to watch them all, right on the dot at the turning of the clock it was there present, like a heavens sent

The place totally sacred for the cat kind, there was no denying, it was either by the them all to be worshipped or then even possessed

Most likely the latter, as this cat of cats was treated as such, the other neighbourhood cats bringing treats and other stuff for it to feast upon

Whatever the case might have been, I doubt it is for the lowly hoomans to be seen as the cats life their own lives separate from anyones

But observing this cat of cats keeping its court for the few hours before taking its cue and leaving the same designated spot it had stayed on

Not to be seen or heard of until such time again the very next day, right on the dot when the cat of cats once again emerged from the shadows to regain its spot again

The red flower on top of the roof

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“There is some kind of a flower on top of that roof over there, which looks kinda cool” Gun Roswell

The red flower on top of the roof

Sitting there quite pretty and aloof, that special kind of flower way up there on the high flying roof
And I guess when you look at it, spending its time in the sun and sometimes even rain it is proof
That nature really does survive, overcoming any kind of dilemmas and then they’ll totally thrive
So, whether to worry about the pretty flowers out there, standing all alone in the heat or storm
Don’t as they will make it just fine at least most of them, and the rest, well leave it to the worms
As they will most likely use those as food or whatever else they might just do with the remains
Still, after the storm clears, it’s all pretty soon enough again, the fields filled with flowers and all
And yeah, that flows up there on the roof? Did it really make it through? All that bad weather?
Yeah, it’s still there, standing ever so tall, and right beside it, a few of the same but in size small!