Perception

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“Up or down, sideways and around, which ever may you may choose, do not let the perception fool you” Gun Roswell

Perception

The stairway to another floor
Or maybe, just possibly, another world
Maybe even a realm of magic
It’s really up to you, so take your pick
Do not let the looks of the thing fool you
You may go which ever direction you choose to
There is no right or wrong choice
So, better, for once, listen to that inner voice
Shut down all the other hassling noise
And then, take one step at first
Before you continue, yeah, well, there is thirst
Or maybe it is hunger, which keeps you on your toes
Only this time, forget the troubles and existing woes
It is that time, the time for an adventure
And getting to where every you may get a pleasure
Chuck out all the pre-made plans
And for once in your life, make your stance
Step to the second stair
Then let the guiding light flare
You have now started on the journey
And coming back? Well, there really is no hurry

Colour to the Monochromatic day

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“Adding a splash of colour here and there, is always good” Gun Roswell

Colour to the Monochromatic day

When the dullness of the total grey
Leaves your mind in an utter dismay
Consider adding a touch of fantastic colour
At least, life will not get any duller!
The pinks, the yellows and reds
Some others may also be the best
But what ever it is
Even a small amount of it will please
So, do not hesitate
It is never, ever too late
To switch your gears from black and whites
To some nice shades of colouring smiles
Follow your instincts
Nothing you choose will stink
The world gone almost psychedelic
When a little colour you let in to it

Still Life in Winter

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“Life simple and quiet in the midst of winter, nothing moves or stirs, not even a splinter” Gun Roswell

Still Life in Winter

When the cold hits the air
And the tree branches are simply bare
The ground is the solid colour of grey or white
And all the effort has left the fight
You simply give in to the mood
To the calmness of the winter’s groove
Enjoying the monochromatic presence
Which has become, the current existence
But it’s all so very fine
Since this is a very special time
The winter, like any other season won’t long last
And soon enough, another kind of blast
Will fill the bodies and soul
Of us mere wondering fools

On the Path

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“At least, I am on a path, to what, who knows, but still, no straying!” Gun Roswell

On the Path

The long path ahead
May be wide or even narrow
But that simple fact I won’t let
Choosing it to make my own

Navigating between the right and wrong
There is nothing to it, but staying strong
And even if I slip every now and again
The path will still be in front of me just the same

Gladly hopping on that trail
Keeping my fingers crossed I won’t fail
And if I manage to steer mostly clear
Then for the future, I have no fear

The path keeps on winding
Sometimes, my with my teeth grinding
I take a breath and stop
But soon enough, I am back on the road

Moving forward, one step at the time
Sometimes feeling sorrow, other times I am fine
But the path keeps on going
Without an end showing

And me, I just keep walking
For what else is there, to do?

A few, then two, then, only one (mundane monday)

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“I think you can find all the elements that you can find in great literature in mundane experiences” Harvey Pekar

twosome

A few, then two, then, only one

It started with a still quite a few
But then, there were only two
Until, finally remaining
A single, solemn one
Nothing was there, to be done
For the harsh time of Winter
Had finally, to this place, come

single

Road Runner

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“Riding in a blue coloured love bug, really fast, down the road, like the proverbial road runner!” Gun Roswell

Road Runner

In the blue coloured tiny bug of a car
I know I cannot really get that far
But it does not stop me from trying to drive
Because when I am behind the wheel, I feel alive

I know I look a tad silly
In this outfit of mine quite frilly
But if someone at me stares
To honest, I don’t really care
Since this whole ensemble created
Goes perfectly with the sixties spirit
I have tried so hard to establish
In this little bug of mine, quite lavish

So, all of you haters out there
Please, your attitude try to spare
Live and let live is the motto of mine
And believing in that thought, I feel so divine!

Rose and the Monochrome

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“The roses are always pretty, not matter what colour you may choose” Gun Roswell

Rose and the Monochrome

The rose is the prettiest of the flowers that be
At least, that is what I have internally agreed
No matter what colour of this pretty creation I choose
Because I know, with the scent and looks, I can never loose
But when you tune it down to the basics without resistance
Peel away all the conventional layers, leaving only the greys
With that, ending up with a cool and calm monochromatic existence
The outlook now even more picturesque
Still the vibrance of the flower makes its presence
Maybe even more so, in this monotonic look
At least the paints a picture, worthy of a cover of a book

A Rose by any other Colour

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” A rose, smells so nice, you cannot think twice; Just buy the damned flower!” Gun Roswell

A Rose by any other Colour

A rose, neatly cut, neatly coloured, stood in a perfect pose
Just, like in on of the most perfect lines of prose
And guess what, I just had to, stick there, my tiny nose!
Why? Just because…

… the rose is the most prettiest of them all
The rose can stand the times and the falls
The rose does never disappoint you with a sentiment false
The rose comes in sizes great and even small

A rose, by any other colour, or a different odour
Just the perfect cheer for any day or other
And guess that is all one needs before the summer
Why? Just because…

… I love roses!

Happy Valentine’s Day to One and All!

Two of the Same equals Duo

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“There is two of us, who look so much a like, almost, like we are a duo of some kind” Gun Roswell

Two of the Same equals Duo

If we look so much alike
And most of the same things we do like
Having the same taste in food, drink or clothing
Even the same tunes we do sing
Then aren’t we a pair?
A sort of a duo when we share?
A couple of the same
Not original as one but who’s to blame
If the two of us make a whole
Since we are form the same mold
We, are always together
No matter the time of weather
Twins, but of a different mother
Because we get each other
Nothing separates or divides
And only together, do we feel fine
We do the two step
Never alone the other let
Singing, dancing, sometimes prancing
Even if we are nothing to fancy
Just the two of us
On the roadside, or in the bus
Riding a tandem bike
And even if we sometimes fight
The invisible tether
Will always pull us together
So, all you singles and groups of threes, move over:
Just because, one plus one does equals a duo

Two Swans a Swimming

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“The birds are singing, by the seashore, they’ll be swans a swimming” Gun Roswell

Two Swans a Swimming

The two of them happily swimming
As they are against each other leaning
They are a duo, a couple at the lake
Nothing about them, can be called fake

They mate together for a long life
Giving each other those swan like smiles
On the nearby pond this summer they will stay
Keeping humans form their offspring away

Some may say if you listen real careful
You can sometimes hear something graceful
The two swans softly a serenading
When the are each other, in the calmness praising