“The waters beckon the weary traveller for a relaxing swim” Gun Roswell
Water front
The calming ocean view with an ever changing hue Is the best place to have a much deserved break After a long days of work, feeling like a drained jerk Then taking a long walk to the alluring waters front Sitting down while waiting for that permanent frown To slowly die down as watching the soft hitting waves Or the sandy beaches make their supposed escape After a while, something odd is happening, a smile! As the brain system quiets down off the effect of wow As this is nature’s healing at best, so forget the rest Nothing can beat this awesome view and calming effect Which only from the great wide outdoors you can get
“The cow on the roof top stood and shouted out a loud “Moo y’all, come on and have a ball!”” Gun Roswell
Moo moo from the roof top!
The black and white large cow stood, up on the highest of roof tops as she just could It was a sign of something new on the rising, as the big bovine towards the horizon Was arising and then, without much of any kind of warning, opened her wide muzzle Because today was not the time for a cure nuzzle, rather a shout out to the group of cattle To come and join her in the heated battle, as today, they were finally getting their way Breaking free of all them shackles, the hooman peoples had forced them on for ever Soon enough the whole large herd of them appeared, their hoofs stomping the ground Giving their moo thanks to the special one on the roof top who had their freedom finally found And then, as per a unified stance, they gave their former keeper one more final glance Before stampeding off to the wide beyond, never to be seen or heard of except in tall tales Sung by the bards when it was safe, as this was one set of cows, nobody wanted to piss off
“Sometimes you just gotta run away and hide” Gun Roswell
Run away on the runway
Some of the days are just so much more, full of those totally fucked up chores, more so, than during those other days, when lazily all day long in the bed you laid, without a worry in the world, as only just then to the moment you were hurled, and that was all the words you needed.
But today is that day, landing on those specific ones, you just really want to pack up and run, as the total sum of fun, lands on the negative, which of course is all subjective, but still, this is my tale of sad, at least a tad, so let me have my sour way, at least, today.
So, with my small bag packed, I left the disarranged shack, leaving it all behind, but I knew if I needed to, where it to find again, but today, was no that day, as today, I was on the run, running away, far far away, or at least as far, as the nearest runway, could take me, because on this day, I need to flee and some other places to see.
“The rose has a name, some name, which I don’t now recall, so a rose by another name I guess” Gun Roswell
The Pink Rose
The thorny side neatly hidden, as it was standing there, tall, fresh and pink, ready for others to get smitten, but the sheer beauty of it all. A perfect one of the lot, and whomever it passes simply has to stop, to admire, to adore, in total awe as there really are no visible flaws. And that fact alone will get the rose, several loud rounds of applause.
But, be warned, do not try to touch or pick the tall pink beauty up. Here is the catch, as you onto its thin and slender body latch, then a prick of the thorny side you will soon catch. Loosing some blood in the process, well, some might say it does not cause any soreness.
But as you leave the pink rose standing there, all tall and gorgeous, you know life after this will be quite different. As you feel the wide bleeding wound this gorgeous pink rose has left in place, which will never be repaired as this flower is for no one to ever keep.
“There is nothing better to do with your day, than hang loose, right?” Gun Roswell
Hanging loose
There is nothing to it, just let it hit, that feeling of total nothingness, when you really could not care less, whether things will get done or not, even if is none too cold or hot. The one simple truth of this day is, that you simply want to, hang loose.
There is nothing wrong with that, even if someone at you spat, that sentence so familiar, you just want to ignore it all. But, the words hit hard nevertheless, “Get off of your lazy ass you bitch!” Well to those I have only one thing to say: “Hang loose!” As this is the best way.
And if this is not the exact play with which you want to stay, then hey, all of you not wanting to simple be lazy, go, get, be crazy, and slay, slay, slay that day. I know you will all be too tired to anything else so, why not try to, hang loose?
Whether it’s Monday or any other day, and it feels like it’s too much in your own skin to stay. Then follow this one rule of thumb. Get yourself something fun to do, like, I don’t know, hang loose?
“There is nothing to a Sunday day except to sit in a very comfy seat” Gun Roswell
A seat tucked away under the stairs
The Sunday arrived without much of a surprise As it was after all, Saturdays inevitable demise Still the one thing which is not that big of a surprise Is the fact, that Sundays are spent without a disguise All masks of efficient are torn off without much effort As the lazy ass is sat on the specially selected seat And that will be done without admitting defeat After all, Sundays are for stalling all the time Always and simple the one day that is totally fine
“There is nothing more invigorating than taking a nice long nap at work” Gun Roswell
Sleeping on the job for Caturday
The shop had been quite busy most of the day, then again, it wasn’t unexpected as it was Saturday, after all, the best selling day of the week. Usually those shoppers at work during the rest of the week, liked to spend their one day of free, looking for that perfect bargain, even if it meant hopping from one establishment to the other. Simply to find that one special treasure of a thing, even if there was no need or even use other than money spend. It was an odd trait of these dwellers of this place, but hey, when in Rome, was the motto, for these bipeds hauling their heavy shopping bags until they started to pant. And even after then, having a moment to exhale, the same rounds continued all day long.
But, it was already late in the afternoon, and the owner cat of the one establishment, had had his share of the hurried atmosphere. After al, it wasn’t easy to keep an eye on them all, as it was the one single job he needed to do, making sure, all was up to par, pulling out the charms, while his keeper did the bidding for the customers. I was amazing how much money they buyers were willing to spend, when this furry feline went purring them to greet. It wasn’t such a big feat for him, as he was a natural crowd pleaser and rarely, did he fail in his particular task, as most hoomans loved him to pat and rub. And when their moods got all better, all the shiny things in the shop turned to desirable treasures, presented to others as treats unmeasured.
So, just another busy Saturday, thought the feline of this establishment. Then, finding a quiet corner, before laying down, for a nap much deserved after patrolling these, stuff filled grounds.
“The old buildings are fascinating on so many levels” Gun Roswell
Reaching for the skies and extended life, island style
On the very much deserted island, there is still some life left, as the breathing wooden buildings, tell their stories without yielding, to the inevitable decay, but standing tall against all odds nature might throw their way. Built a century ago, for those, whom dared to venture out in the unknown, life in the wild, or at least that is what it was like, back then, as this barren place was certainly not a heaven’s sent. So today only the wooden made shacks remain, to tell the story of the past, which should only in the history books last. Alas, the houses have decided differently, remaining in tact stubbornly, as if nothing, human or nature can do, to make them in the mood, of giving in. No, the are a testament to anyone, proof of durability that can, surpass time and space, as they stay, now and forever, the same.
“Standing in a snow storm in the middle of the night, even if the ground is so totally shiny white, there is no way to find a way home, tonight” Gun Roswell
In the middle of a snow stormy night
The snow all around me, it is all I can see, as even the familiar home street, looks so strange to me. Navigation all but gone, but I have to stay strong, so not to steer wrong, as all the bright whiteness around me, is causing havoc on my senses, and I feel helpless as I am not able to see ahead, even in this supposed brightness. The coldness seething through my clothing, despite the thermal folding, but to hope I am holding, trying to figure out away, to get back on track and be on my way, back home. But feelings of all alone, in the snowy dessert, I am getting less and less confident in my own abilities, and near by there are no facilities, to have a respite, while waiting for the bulk of it, to pass by. As he storm keeps on, I wander further away, fatigue coming on and then, I know the drain of the effort is too much and Roth that last thought, I stumble down to the ground. Tired, cold and shell shocked, I close my eyes and remain lying on the very place I dropped. It could not be stopped and as I freeze, close to death, seemingly nothing left, I see it, the sign, slightly buried, but mostly fine. The address I had been looking for, is under the snow stored and with my last strength I push up to full length and start walking again, towards the direction the sign states. With only the hope on my side, in the middle of the open white and wide, I know I can finally find my way back, home, even if it may take a while too long. Thinking as I move slowly, damn the storm, for I, am still, strong.
“I love the colours of the odd patterns, all mashed up together, true chaos and anarchy that is, some call it art though“ Gun Roswell
Patterns in anarchy
The patterns on the snow, formed together an abstract image, of a smiling face, in al the rainbow colours, thus closing the invisible line of the scrimmage taking place when several critics go into battle about the meaning of art, yes well, this could be the start, of something pretty chaotic, which someone may want to immortalise into a painting of sorts and to top it all, it will be featured in a gallery, near you, but only for a chosen few.
The patterns on the water glistening in the warms sunlight on the surface of the poolside, out on the patio, quite wide, and as you keep on glaring further more, you start to feel the chaos building within you, soon enough, the need to rage against the machine or at least, some of those art critiques, stating your water pictures so cool and colourful, were really not art work at all, but just some insta snaps someone could fall for.
The patterns all bottled up, on the shelves, until it is time to popup the corks and start pouring all the awaiting glasses full, of liquid, in so many colours, the drinks looking rather exotic, but be warned as to taking a sip, or two, you might just fall into a state of anarchy, before on the floor you fall, and that is a risk you will take, when taking part in an artistic exhibition made out of coloured water in glass bottles, just for the heck of it all.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 