“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other places, other lives, other souls.” – Anais Nin
Grey skies above the waters
No sun, can be seen, brightly shining When the heavy rain filled storm clouds Fill, the whole of the visible horizon It is that time, to start sailing, ashore Before, the all powerful and mighty Thor Hits, with a heavy hand, his hammer
Grey skies still above the waters As the wind slowly subsides before
The soft and damp mist arises
Keeping nature very still and calm
After the storm has finally gone Blue are now the surrounding skies Blue as the clear waters all around The sound of nature gently returning As after all, the world keeps on turning
“It is once again that time of the year, to go out there, into the wilderness, to check out the bounty and do the harvest of it all” Gun Roswell
Mushy Mushroomy
The daily trip around the familiar park Usually the hight light of the very day As was the quick dash to the local supermarket To pick up some goodies for the evening fest
So, walking the usual route around the moat No, I wasn’t looking for any kind of boat Just taking a stroll in the afternoon’s warming sun Because that is the most of my daily doze of fun
Strolling along, humming off key some old song Which I had heard, apparently years go, or so But who is counting anyway, as getting younger, well Yeah, that is still a thing for us old folks to slay
But, as always, I digress, and never the less What did I spot on the path side, mouth agape open wide As so big was my surprise, of finding these big mushy things Oddly shaped and slimy looking nature created beings
And then, what do I do?
Stopping right there in my very steps Looking around like a psycho for the Feds Then quickly as there is no one around I dive down to the very slippery ground Pull out a small bag I keep in my pocket And start grabbing the mushy things out of their sockets Soon enough the bag is completely full I get up and start running like a fool
Because, oh boy! oh boy! Today, thar will be served mushroom soup!
“It was supposed to be a regular day at the office, but when I arrived in the early morning hours, something totally odd had happened, and this is the story of that” Gun Roswell
An ordinary day with an ordinary morning, maybe?
When the alarm clock chimed, I slowly stirred and then, started to whine It was way too dark and way too early, to get up and about, even with a try But alas, this poor lass, could not start the complaint process just yet Since it was, so early and the time, to get up from the comfortable bed
On the way out, there was a shout, just behind me, as I had once again, completely forgot To take my pre-prepared lunch with me, for you see, I too, sometimes, do have to eat Then without further ado, I punched the pedal to the metal to hurry myself to the streets Because today, I had to get in early, like the worm and the birdy, you know that tales plot!
The day still beginning, and I really did not feel like singing, so just listening in To the radio and the same old tunes, playing each day, when I was on my way Little though, had I prepped for what awaited me on the log, when trying to find my parking spot The scene in front of me unfolding, quite the visual spectacle, or so I am telling
Nothing short out of a breath, I suddenly halted on my very taken step Glaring, gazing, totally amazing and in complete awe, of what it was that I saw What ever the object up there hovering above in the still dark skies Could be anything from a flying object to the obviously sun’s shine
What ever it was, is for the viewer of the image or the listener of this tale to decide Because me, myself, and I am still staring at the very image with my mouth open wide What ever happened there, in the early morning hours in that very parking lot Well, it was what it was, and the rest, well, that is a tall tale to be told with a varied plot!
“The storm is the most gorgeous thing you’ll ever see, with the lighting striking across the skies, that is, if you are able to stay safely indoors in a warm house!” Gun Roswell
Stormy weather at midnight
A few minutes past midnight I got quite the unexpected fright When suddenly, a flash of bright light Struck across the now darkened skies
There was no sound to be heard For long moments the air just seems undisturbed Then, the loud rumbling shook the earth As lighting struck each and every nerve
The pouring rain soon followed Pounding the ground until it was almost hollow The dog walkers of late tried to follow The trails now gone, only running on shallow
The weather from the calm and easy Had soon turned to something sleazy What seemed like a nice change of pace Had become a totally unpleasant else
For several hours the storm in each corner howled Like something out of a scary movie it pummelled The trees to each direction in the hurricane level winds were pulled As nature had released it’s forces upon us all in full
After watching the display through the window safe I had dosed off to a restless sleep in short waves But as morning light cracked against my eyes The nature was calm again, without any signs of strife
“So many pretty things pop up during the summer season, the nature is unbelievably gorgeous all around!” Gun Roswell
Flowers and berries, oh my!
The pretty white flowers in the corners of the yards You can walk alongside and get so very far The endless fields of the flora of the season What could be a far better reason Than to venture outdoors and spend a day In the great outdoors with a worry or care
The berries soon will be popping up The garden filled with all kinds in a huff Just make sure to collect them all Before the arrival of the colliding fall Then you have a supply for the winter long To eat, bake and then you’ll grow strong!
But even without them fine berries Just remember, the summer will be ending Make sure you get out there once in a while Before sitting inside leaves you in a puddle of bile The most important thing about the season Is to enjoy it freely without care or a reason
“Contrasting against the ever blue skies, as, the remaining tall structures against the backdrop fly, then, now and forever, they will never die” Gun Roswell
Acropolis revisited, part 5
The skies above our heads, are always so blue The ground below, soft and of a sandy hue The rocks of the ruins, which are the building blocks Now mostly scattered, as about and everywhere they flock But some of the structures, still remain Stranding forever tall, reining, on their designated domain Even the powerful and all mighty time itself, cannot tear down the one Which this small of a humankind once had so proudly done Sure, now, the buildings are all mostly in ruins But that does not matter, as the best winnings Against time and nature itself, are still very much present And history, our made history, has once again won without reset
“As approaching the ancient ruins of yesteryear, there is really no fear, simply step inside and let it all enter, your very mind” Gun Roswell
Acropolis revisited, part 4
The pillars still standing tall, reaching towards the skies Reaching towards those once settling inside the walls The walls now hollowed by the elements of nature Nature, who does not care of the past, present or the future The future, which hopefully will be welcoming our history Our history now being written alongside the ancient ones The ancient ones whom built the monuments on which we now We now stand inside and admire, silently wishing to be part of Part of it all, as the new ones in the future visit our ruins made Ruins made out of the dwellings we used to stay in Stay in our precious homes we too did build Build to last, alas most likely not as long as the ones here Here on the top of the mountain talk, the mighty pillars The mighty pillars from a long ago stand so tall Tall, and forever remaining here, now and to the future The future without us, they will see without us
“Travel the world, experience the drama, the horror, the comedy, of real life and then, go to a theatre to see it played out by actors, to get the full picture of the interpretation of life” Gun Roswell
Acropolis revisited, part 3
The old amphitheatre of yesteryear once filled with thousands Now sits there torn down, a few scattered rocks they call ruins Once the great actors of their time pranced across the stage Now only the echos of the voices in there remain But, you can always use your own imagination Take a seat by the circular construct without hesitation And let it run wild and far, until you can see all those stars Of the times from the very past will arrive with a fancy jive Thespians doing their shows, dressed up in fancy robes Reading, sining, talking, maybe even dancing Soon enough you will be caught in a scene quite fancy And when the play finally ends, it has been time, so well spent The daylight now almost gone, as you have sat on the stones But the events of the history will never be forgotten As long as we remember and cherish the times both good and rotten
“To travel to new lands, strange places, to review the current life over there, but also the history, which sometimes turns out to be more interesting” Gun Roswell
Acropolis revisited, part 2
The faces from the distant past Preserved for the present, in plaster to last The historical figures, such as gods and goddesses Even some of the more regular folks no less Were all, immortalized in clay Their strong posture and pretty faces, to forever stay For the prosperity to, well, stop by and stare But hey, this is our history revealed And if you think about it, indeed I would not mind getting my own simple face In concrete, stone or whatever strong to stay As gorgeous, or pretty, or whatever, as it can, anyway Because this mug isn’t so great to start with Still, if it was to happen, goddess forbid I definitely, and most certainly, would not resist But that is for the future onlookers to decide Whether this, well, somewhat uggo face with a crooked smile Is worth for to write about in all the history books As to, what really was the common looks Of this so called two-thousand of a century As nothing else here, I can see, is too fancy No alluring wizards or other types, maybe sea hags and such Definitely no mountains filled with deities in lust Just some random tech we maybe invented on the run Some stupid television shows of comedies just for the fun Anyway, so I guess the message of this little ditty really was That, hey, history, go see it, it’s a total must!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 