The Queen of my very own castle

“This is my castle, my domain, my place to stay and do there as I please, as I am the Queen of it all” Gun Roswell

The Queen of my very own castle

The idea totally thrilling, positively spine chilling, as the very thought, of being in control, at least of a small pile of rocks, turning into a house of sorts, a castle some might call it, but that does not really matter, as whatever happens, it will be mine and mine alone, and then I can feel totally like a ten feet tall somebody, as I am the soul occupier and owner of the bold state of it all, the castle as I all it, no matter what anyone else says, this place is the top and for me, myself and I, this is a total high point in life as I get to play, the one and only Queen who can here stay, because I am the one and only ruler of it all and hey, if you want to drop by, and see what makes me so widely smile? Well, guess it is okay, but bring presents and I will let you for a while stay. 

Blue skies without any clouds

“There are nothing but blues skies ahead of us from now on, well, at least for today, am I right?“ Gun Roswell 

Blue skies without any clouds

The skies are totally blue, and it is obvious this is some kind of similar hue, to that of the waters play in the many pools, and somehow, even the eyes, of some of us reflect the same, and being one with the cosmos every now and again, feels totally good, then again, it is just a colour some would say, exactly like the grey, and soon enough, this one too will fade, but until that very time, let’s simply bask in the softness of the light and the touches of the varied of those gorgeous blues, painted across the skies without even one fluffy cloud in sight, and that, is the might, of the colour of blue, no matter what the hue.

Street Artist

“The artist are always at work, creating, doing their thing, even on the streets” Gun Roswell

Street Artist

The art is the most important part of their lives, those who for their own views in life thrive, the ones who do not care as to what other people say, as of their displays, as the art work they create is their labour of love, and those who do not like what the end result depicts, well, they can easily stick it… but then again, art is always subjective and that is simply fine, as most of it, is clearly created out of the divine.

As much divine as this particular artist of the streets, their paint work gracing those passers by, whom always beauty seek, can find those things in the art of this simple painter working on the streets, perhaps in a quick session of drawing once own face or the pre painted flowery fields, no matter what the scene, it’s all good, because the beauty of anything really, is in the eye of the beholder, and so, those out there scolding on something being not good, it is simply a matter of being misunderstood, so better take another look, and see what you can find there in stead.

Riding till end of the day

“The horses will take you were you need to go, and much more peacefully so, than any other vehicle really could“ Gun Roswell

Riding till end of the day

The day very long, but gotta stay strong 

It won’t be long now, before we reach home

Just hoping it will be in time of the pending storm

As usually around these places, it hits pretty strong

Rushing the steed beneath, with a gentle nudge

To move faster, with hoofs the ground hardly touching

The pace so smooth it is almost like having wings on

The soft sand of the beach, hardly reached upon

All the surroundings becoming one fading soft blur

While moving along the very path chosen further

It really does not take that long

Before reaching the home shores

The darkness heavy around us all

The heavy clouds hanging low above

But before even the first drop of rain

Will try any of our backs to stain

Riding inside the cover of the small stall

Where both the rider and their mount

Have some deserved respite finally found

Step inside

“The mysteries within the places to be found, where a tempting entrance beckons to step inside, do step right in if daring is the spirit within!“ Gun Roswell

Step inside

Step inside, do, step inside! And do hurry, as the divine is most hard to find!

And that is simply being kind, as mostly, there is nothing there to be found, no matter going round and around and even over it, there is no real fix!

But, if you are simply looking for an adventure, just for the sake of it, never giving a shit what you will or will not find while on it, then, do, step right in!

The somewhat covered entrance, on the small street without a sign to pinpoint its locale, a well, kept secret from ages past, as this place was a secret meant to last.

But once you get past the locks and bolts and the guard dogs, step right in, as it is time to let the adventure of a life time begin, or at least for this very moment in time!

And should you be so lucky, as to find a treasure, no matter it might measure, then perhaps, it wasn’t a waste of time after all?

The streets of Paris to thread on and then some

“Far away vistas or close by cultural cities? Well, guess I chose the latter one this time around and this is what I found” Gun Roswell

The streets of Paris to thread on and then some

The city with the most lights, the city of love, the city filled with history, the city which supposedly sleeps, but that kinda is not true, not really, as all of us needs some rest, even the mighty and strong figure of Europe, the eternal and most gorgeous city that of Paris.

And here, is where the trip begins, from the archway so well, known, where traffic just keeps going on and on, whether on foot, or on a bike or even, some kind of car, the roads all starts from here and then disappear to the distance on the busy streets of Paris.

Now going back and forth in any kind of city is a time consuming, sweat breaking and well, you totally get thirsty. And then, sitting down and having a break, whether for some much refreshing coffee or then, a glass of some fine wine, and that is all fine, in the many small cafes of Paris.

Then, when the night finally falls, because it really does even here, in the city of eternal lights. So, without any kind of fight, make your way towards the tallest tower, at least for a few miles, aptly named after that one builder guy, Eiffel, and watch the lights turn to various colours, at night, the feelings only when visiting the city of Paris.

The seatings in blue

“The weather is quite blue, the skies, the ocean all in the same hue, so why not a seat too!” Gun Roswell 

The seatings in blue

The day started under signs of calming and wonder, as the skies indicated nothing but blue hues all the way, reflecting the mood, if not so down, then at least no up or downward frowns, only thoughts of could be’s and what if’s in the mind, as good days or positive thoughts seemed to have been hard to find, at least lately, despite the calm of the surrounding blue to be found most times, as the blues was the constant for most days.

So, on this day, taking a chance, without too much of a stance, as resistance usually was on the futile end, as said, most days, behaving more like a Borg drone than anything else was the mode of operandi. Still, today it all seemed somewhat different and up beat even on many levels, because today’s promise of sunny day, under the shade and in a remote seat, in the colour of blue, was the premise made to lure out there, outside of the house.

So, headed out, without, further doubt, heading set to the destination coordinates and with that in mind, setting aside all fear, content on getting to the blue hued seating area soon enough and then enjoying the day without further though of being out there, fear gone, disappeared to the soothing, of blue.

Take a ride in the rain

“The rain will not stop those wanting to ride their bikes, motorised or otherwise“ Gun Roswell

Take a ride in the rain

The rain stained the asphalted plains, but it did not matter to the hard core rider

And even if they are really not, the tough and rough kind of natural born fighter

It does not matter, because out of love and devotion, the rider will get out there

And ride the steady steed across the land, sand or water, it does not really matter

Even if the chatter from the others, might want to change this rider’s mind 

But, being totally devoted and kind, to the bike which can give them a ride

Well, there are really no sides to be taken here, rather the best choice of all to take

And this relationship, between organic and machine, is not something new to be seen

So, mounting on their ride, soon enough the world around then is no more divided,

Rather one and wide united road side, where anyone can set out on and drive

No matter whether this bike is just a simple and manual and in need to be peddled

Or a power house of a thing, with a motor which can make a die hard fans heart sing

Riding best, with bare feet, I guess

The tree up the hill, the stories will spill

“The oldest of trees, growing on the solemn tall hill, have many secrets to keep, but, are you ready to hear them?” Gun Roswell 

The tree up the hill, the stories will spill

The old and decrepit tree, up there on the slippery hill see? Some may think, is not much to look at, but the fact is, that it holds a plethora of stories and tales, none of the are on sale, but if you are willing to make a trade, then a few of them might be for free shared, that is unless you are too scared to try out something new and the find out, some well kept truths too.

Now, as to the fee, it might not be, what you think it is, as all that this old tree really needs, is some loving kindness and care, some time with it to be shared, maybe some fertilizer and water too, but mostly, what will do, to get the tree to share some of it secrets, is for the listener to spend the time without regrets and the only request from said tree is, that you, the listener, will take the stories to your heart and maybe learn from them which is the thing smart to do.

The silent stones which can tell it all (or at least some of it)

“It might be written in stone, but as long as you can read it, then totally do!“ Gun Roswell

The silent stones which can tell it all (or at least some of it)

There is hidden wisdom, right there in plain sight, written on the hardest of stones

By those who lived their very lives and have eves since gone beyond the rim forth

Wherever you look, the piles of discarded stones from that past, the words were carved 

Perhaps by poor artists starved after having their say, right there, out there, on display

But if you choose to read said writing, and take it to your heart, well, it is really up to you

The choice to follow the perhaps wise words, from those gone before, maybe you should

Because history always keeps on repeating itself, and learning from the past mistakes

Well, you might be better off with the knowledge what did go wrong so long ago

And then apply to your current day life and if you are lucky enough, maybe, you won’t

Be the one to stumble up front, rather the one surviving the bad times and beyond

Just saying there are wise words out there written in stone, so read them, you cannot go wrong!