“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
“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!
“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
“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:
“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
“Something about stepping over the lines, alas, how can you avoid it?” Gun Roswell
Lazy, hazy afternoon Sitting, quietly, by the pool Watching, the sun, Painting shadows, all around Every nook and cranny coming alive Almost like sunlight, doing a cool jive Nature and art, at its best Me, with my camera, am just a guest Recording all this beauty As the lines and shadows, do their duty Soon, the moments have passed And the shadows else where are cast But at least for now I am glad I got the witness this, line of a show
“The colours are so cool, but then out of the blue, yellow strikes, yikes?” Gun Roswell
When the breeze hits the lower cools And most colours, start turning in to blue And then, you may just, detect A hint, of that wilder green effect All surroundings, soon, in a monochromatic state Calming, soothing, but maybe, even just a tad boring Then, out of nowhere, a splash of something fresh When a blotch, then another, suddenly, you detect It’s of the brightening sun’s effect That glorious yellow, a simple add-on But never, quite something, you soon will forget
“The glowing blue wheel brightening the darkest of nights“ Gun Roswell
The blue against the black, against the backdrop of the darkened night sky, the wheel of somewhat fun, but also, the wheel of hope, at least for those, whom are in the total darkness lost, bringing light ever so far, and so bringing the hope, for them to find a way home, having stumbled in the long night for so long, their feet, none too strong, but as soon as the wheel is to be seen, they too know, not all is for good lost.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 