The rain and the blurry

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“Ain’t nuttin’ wrong with a wee bit if rain, to wash away all of them stinky stains, which all over remain, after, well everything” Gun Roswell

The rain and the blurry

The everyday people, on the streets scurry
Causing, the image take, to get really blurry
As not all of them, seem to be in such a hurry
Or then, it is simply, the ever falling rain
Making all the motions of everyone, exactly the same
Fusing into one and other, on the busy lanes
Causing all the pictures momentarily seen, to each other blend
But, there is no more time, on this specific scene to spend
Even if I would get an umbrella from someone as a lend
It would be impossible, to escape the downpour
The only option would be to pray for sunshine or something more
Alas, for now, the weather as is, even though a spot sore
Will have to do as the allotted time is of the essence
As in this place my current presence
Will need to be hauled out in a few more seconds
So, what ever needs to be captured, during this time
Whether the images blurry or then simply, just fineI have done the job I needed to do, to get by
And so, for now, I am outta here!

Dark Liquid fell on to the Dark Ground

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“Rain fall, during the Autumn months? Simply so, because of its namesake, the Fall” Gun Roswell

Dark Liquid fell on to the Dark Ground

Still and dark water, lay in perfect silence, on the hardest of grounds
It was there, simply for the one single reason; the dark cloud, let it fall down
Searching, hard, everywhere, and all around, for any kind of lighter shroud
Alas, the all saving light, was no where to be found

Porvoo, the city of old

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“The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page” Saint Augustine

Porvoo, the city of old

The old town of Porvoo
A home away from home
Flew there like a crow
Stated ,when in Rome…
Found the nearest cafe
Which was close to the bay
Enjoyed the sunny day
Until turn of eve
When it was time to leave

Graffiti, Porvoo Style

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“It’s Porvoo style – whoomph whoomph, whoomph, whoomph – Porvoo style!”

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Graffiti, Porvoo Style

I’m spraying my graffiti
Where ever it fits me
On the walls of suburbia
Bringing a sense of hysteria
There is no mystery
Of who I am
Just read my life’s history
Come and catch me if you can

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A flower of the day

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“The flowers are still blooming” Gun Roswell

A flower of the day

The flower for today
Here on a nice display
Not a pretty little thing
Just a bad drawing
Done in haste
But did nit want it to go to waste
A naive painting
Will not be the zing
But if you gave a quirky smile
That will do for a while

A wormhole in the cloudy skies

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Maybe, it’s a wormhole? A gateway to other far away lands? Or then, it simply is the sun shining today?” Gun Roswell 

A wormhole in the cloudy skies

The skies of today, are completely filled with clouds
Some might say, an old mystery it totally shrouds
But then the others, dream of another type of scenario there
Where, a pathway opens up abruptly, to new vistas and spheres 

But whatever and whose ever the train of thought 
Whatever you or others wished for and sought 
Always keep on looking, high up towards the changing skies
Who knows what interesting things there you may eventually find!

Monday aesthetic

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“Nothing like a mundane Monday to notice the gorges objects around me” Gun Roswell 

Monday aesthetic 

The Monday may have started as totally mundane
But in my own mind I will try to make it a fun day
While looking around, from the tall skies to the very ground
There are so many fantastic things all over to be found
Making the mundane to something fabulous and and stuff of beauty
Makes me happy, smiling and I know I have filled my duty 

Secluded seat off street

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“A private seat on a secluded street, hidden away from prying eyes, just so I myself, can spy” Gun Roswell

Secluded seat off street 

The hot and shiny afternoon sun beckons to join the fun
The eternal hustle and bustle of the streets busy with people bees
But I decided to do something completely different instead 
As i found a perfect spot for the duration and on life reflect
So, as i sit here, hidden, quietly and without any disturbance 
I start to spin takes as those passing by with their everyday lives
Unaware of being under a watchful eye of this, self proclaimed spy
Its good too, as the stories now filing my vivid little mind
Are sometimes pretty tales, but often times, really unkind
But nobody knows what is going on at the slow of the corner 
Where this one, life observer keeps on spinning the yarn
Who knows, maybe some day, there is a book out har- har! 

The cat in grey

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“The striped cat, turned out to be mostly grey in colour” Gun Roswell 

The cat in grey

The cat with stripes of grey
On the very kitchen table calmly lay
It really wasn’t any kind of dismay
Rather his usual dominant display

“Hooman, my food is once again delayed!
By at least forty-seven seconds according to my internal sensor array
I am none too happy, as a matter of fact I am starting to feel crappy 
So make due with my deserved food
And try to make it really snappy!”

The grey cat ordered his human slave
Wondering how on earth to make the human better to behave
After all, it was not the first time she had stalled
Why only yesterday there was a one minute delay
And the grey cat, had been really, really late, for his nap!

“Hoomans!” The grey cat thought with a sigh, “can’t live with them, can’t get rid of them!”

The Sign

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“If you were waiting for a sign, this is it”

The Sign

Whether looking for a wine tasting
Or a payphone to call back home
You may find something amazing
When you are on the roam
Follow all the signs
They will lead you to a price
But you may be surprised
When the credit card bill arrives