Photography
“Friends of many colours” Gun Roswell
Pink friend
Sometimes friends come in many shapesSometimes even their colours may vary
Sometimes you may be lucky to have a double set
Sometimes you’ll end up with just one really good friend
But, never you mind, just try always to be kind And never, ever stop trying
Be open and inviting in the world so wide
And who knows where those friends you’ll find
“Life through a peephole” Gun Roswell
Peephole
Through the tiny window
I watch the outside world
As the soft clouds by flow
And I wish onto them to be hurled
To fly like the birds in the skies
Or take a ride on a horse divine
To for it all and then fall
Fast asleep and dream for more
But it’s not for me
For you see
I am the watcher
Behind the scenes
I am the onlooker
Never the participant
I am the ever loner
When the others live
I am the one keeps the record
While the others sleep
I am alway here
Behind the peephole
Watching, learning
Sometimes even yearning
Go, be a part of it all
But as time for me has stalled
As I am the one
The caretaker of it all
“Life on the beach” Gun Roswell
Life is a beach
When thinking that life is a soft and sandy beach
And you’ll do your damnedest to it early on reach
Then once you get there, to relax and take a seat
You’ll realise, that staying forever might the perfect image bleach
So, for now, let’s just make a holiday of it
Forget for a while all that daily shit
Enjoy the ever fading moments of the promised paradise
Before leaving only to return again, at lest that’s the advice
And after the thoughts are settled
And you have neatly nestled Just dive into the inviting cool blue waters
And frolic around there pretending you’re a sea otter
“A top of the world ma!?” Gun Roswell
Left hanging
I was put here on total display Much to my own undesire and dismay
Nobody bothered to ask me if I wanted to stay
So here I just hang until the end of the day
I am not discarded nor broken Nor am I anyone’s special token
But I surely used to be for spoken
Dunno no, if that applies anymore, just hoping
So some one please come and get me
You can ride me even to the sea
My pedals and saddle are still complete
So hope on and let me drive you easily
“I am not a crook’s head” Futurama
I am not a doll’s head
I may be plastic
Even quite, elastic
And that itself is absolutely fantastic
My head can spin at three hundred and sixty
And my face too is quite nifty
My age can be one or even fifty
You can play with me
Braid my hair ever so neatly
Even paint my face discreetly
But there is one thing you must understand
As here, without any feet I still take my stand
Even would wave them in the air if i had any hands
But none of that I now can
Still, one last thought to share:
I, am not, a fucking doll’s head!
“Creepy crawlers about” Gun Roswell
Arachnid
Laying about, in the scorching sun
Just to piss you off and for my personal fun
My four legs spread, across the sun bed
I am here to stay, much to your dismay
A real ugly creepy crawly you might think
But before into despair you totally sink
Let me tell you one simple thing
I have as much right to do my own creepy thing
As you have tanning your fat shiny skin
So let’s both just simply agree
That neither of us will pay any dues or fees as we stay here for free
Then letting each other to be just here
For I am sure there is enough room for both of us on this cool blue sphere
No harm no fowl no disagreements
And when the time is up and sun has set
Let’s ignore each other and go our separate ways instead
“It’s a quick tour today” Gun Roswell
All in one shot
When travelling on a tightly scheduled course
And time is a valuable and limited resource
Then spotting something so good as a prelude
Making you think that you’ll be able make it after all on this latitude
As always on a trip like this
I am running around like a crazy git
Looking for all and everything Trying to catch at least one special thing
But as it always turns out to be
There is so much more to see Than any given time frame will allow
Whether the cool car or neighbours cow
What kind luck would it take If i could it all on just on single shot make
But then what would i do with all the space
On the memory card I especially bought to capture all from this place?!
“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!
“Water is refreshing, either drink or shower in it!” Gun Roswell
Waters Edge
You can clearly hear the roar
From the simple water fall
Wherefrom the fresh water pours
Dip in your toe
Feel the tickling foam
Thinking, to the beach roam
The idea of cooling water
All over your heated body
Quickly, on the street storming
The ocean beckons
When the dawn reckons
Finding your place, in mere seconds
Sandy shores, for the eyes sore
The waters, hitting the rocks, soar
All you need is a boat with oars
Spend a day or a short while
The scenery is sure to make you smile
And only thing wasted is time
Waves washing to the shore
Like in some ancient lore
Watching, feeling, this feeling
Nothing to be bought from a store
“A bike of wood?”But, can you peddle it?” Gun Roswell
Woody (Haiku)
City bike street side stands
Made for rental and out of wood
Ride it fast and slow
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