It is About As Funny As A Root Canal – it hurts!

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“Something about the teeth and all that, perhaps flying high because of treatments and drugs and whatnots involved, seeing the Tooth Fairy at the end of it all?” Gun Roswell

You know
That feeling
Lying
In the chair
Thinking
Life 
Is not fair

Staring
At the ceiling
Anticipating
Sweat
Covering
Your skin
Waiting for
The drilling
To begin
The sound
Resonating
In your skull

Totally bound
With feelings
Of dull
Contemplating
An escape
Looking
At the window
Wishing
For a cape
Like a superhero
Flying away

No time
The Dentist
Hovering
Covering
Your eyes
With sunglasses
Working
In a quick pace
Before I
Can plot my
Break

My mind
Wandering to
Molasses?
Am I
Loosing it?
Completely
Sugar
Would be
The last thing
I needed

Mouth
Agape
Drooling
Like an ape
Fooling
Not a chance
In a deep
Trance
Or a drug endused
State

After all
Is done
Wishing
I had
A gun
Somehow
Cooling down
Getting up
Staggering
Reeling
A sick
Feeling

A glance
In the mirror
Spittle
And blood
On my face
Must be
An error
Covering
My head
With a hood

Leaving quickly
No looking
Back
Oh what
A quack
Never mind
It’s all over
Until
Next time

When
You hear
It’s as funny
As A root canal
Time to fear
And run
As fast
As you
Can

A seat high up in the air

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“Something of a treat it is, flying far out there, beyond the borders of our daily lives, neat!” Gun Roswell


A reserved seat
By the window
Supposed treat
With a small peep hole
A looking glass
For what ever may pass
The wing
Of this flying thing

Is the Truth, out there?

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“Is there really any kind of life out there, beyond our constraining borders for us mere mortals onto this ground, this Earth of ours, still bound, those of us not owning a working spaceship to fly away with?” Gun Roswell


In
My Mind

Science Fiction
Science Fact
Utopia

The Earth
The Planets
The Stars

In
My Mind

A Galaxy
The Milky Way
The Cosmos

The Universe
The Intergalactic Space
A Void

In
My Mind

A Wormhole
A Black hole
A Singularity

Pi
A mathematical constant
The number 47
A mystery

In
My Mind

Spiraling
With random thoughts
With coherent thoughts

Universes and Worlds
Conjured up and destroyed

In
My Mind

Aliens and
Their spaceships

Humans with
Their flying machines

In the Here
And Now

I am
Peddling
On my Bicycle
The long dark road
A head of Me

It’s all about the Journey

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“The journey always begins with but one step…. or then, there’s a heck of a lot of planning involved, some monetary expenses and guess, time off to have?” Gun Roswell

Flying across the skies
Waiting for the price
At the end of the station
A promised vacation

The journey taken
Was not a long one
Each morning awoken
To the rays of the sun

Surrounded by history
Shrouded in mystery
Time spent on the beach
Bliss at hands’ reach

Enjoying each day
Life a large buffet
Until it was time
Back home to climb

Pegasus Rising

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“The winged horsy animal” Gun Roswell

The mighty white stallion with
Wings on his back, flying around in
Ancient times like a bird

Descended from gods, made of
Shiny marble, a true marble for both
Modern times and of history

Ride it no one dares
Tame it, it will give a scare
Alas, well he did not

Fare, in the end into
Heavens did he ascend, joining his brothers
And the rest of gods

Monumentally!

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“The monuments of yesteryear… yep, they are still here! “ Gun Roswell

The dark and mysterious silhouette, against the night sky
Bold, pompous and really big, is the character flying high

Animals, people and even abstract figures were applied
The parks, streets and even museums, filled with all sizes
“Monumental!” someone in awe sighed
“Extraordinaire!” an other one was all smiles
“Such beauty!” from off the sides
“I want one of them to buy!”

The art works from yesteryear, were really pleasing, on the eyes
And the great point being, it was all for free, with zero cents for buying!

The imaginary view

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“I don’t think I can ever get tired of the scenery outside my window” Gun Roswell

The many lands, the foreign vistas, the great unknown and all the open possibilities
For the exploration, to what ever lies outside, these empty and dull suburban streets
Behind the frames of this view, ever changing, but still, mostly, the same remaining
Window with the most perfect view, at least in my mind, leaving me feeling, never, ever blue
As I sit at the sidelines, in my usual comfortable seat and think of the open wide
World, just at reach, at least, in my mind, out there, outside, I cannot help but smile
As I gently lull myself into a dream state lazy, and then travelling to all the places
Wherever my own imagination dares me to carry, smoothly, never in any kind of hurry
Having always the perfect amount of time, to explore, to see, to feel, to live in it all
Even if it is never, well really, quite real, it is still, a trip or sorts, out there
Never leaving the comfort of these walls of my sombre home, still, never really alone
Not at least, when visiting these, far away lands in my mind, for the perfect scenery to find

Crossing right into Sunrise

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“The sun is on the rising in the horizon ” Gun Roswell

crossing-to-sunrise

As I finally open my eyes
And slowly walk towards the sunrise
Winning the continuing fight
As I am crossing the barrier
Between darkness and light

Vessels, Ships, Boats ahead

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“Take a boat, a ship or a large vessel, on a long vacation or just.a short trip across the pond… well, what more is there than to shout — ship ahoy! “ Gun Roswell

A long trip, on an island to slip
In a good size sailing ship no less
Enjoying the time, to get there, long
Provided the weather gods stay gone
And let the sunshine and winds
Lead us, on our invisible wings

The short vacation to an unknown destination
The large commercial vessel, prepared for embarkation
All the comforts of a small village, inside this lustrous chillage
Of a thing, where you can eat, dance and sing
All day long, then all night going strong
In the old school discotheque, without much etiquette

When it’s time for your sleeves up to haul
Then taking a rowboat across the small moat
And don’t forgot to bring your warm coat
Because this time of year, the chills will be near
Then row, row, row, your little heart out
Until you are totally ready to shout:

Ship Ahoy!

Planetary object above

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“It’s up there, shining ever so brightly ” Gun Roswell

The object kept on shining
Around and around spinning
Before too long all of us came out from hiding
Hoping, this really was, the promised new beginning