Monochromatic Ride

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“Riding on the monochromatic streets, on these, two wheels” Gun Roswell

Monochromatic Ride

On a highly tuned, yet very vintage looking bike,
Down the lonely, colourless, black and white streets, I ride
The cold winds, on my battered, wrinkled old face,
But that’s no matter, ’cause I am certainly not, *that* stained
And I definitely not, a person, whom in just, the one place stays
Not at least, for that long
Even if there would be, any sense of “to belong”
As I slowly, and intently, pass by the onlookers, they are watching me ride
And yes, that is really just so fine
For I am really not got nothing to hide
But heck, I may even break up in a big smile

Home sweet dump

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“Ainʼt nothing like home sweet dump” Gun Roswell

Home sweet dump

After a longest time of travelling
It all comes unravelling
When you reach that final destination
Namely back at home, pause, for a long hesitation
Why did I ever leave this place
As nothing here changed remains
The house, the things, all the problems I left behind
To venture out there to unwind
The other places I search long and hard
Were none too different or even smart
But I kept looking for so long
Hoping to find something more
Something else going on
Alas, nothing better, only different did I find
Some experiences worse, some more kind
So now, here I stand with my two bags
In my tired and sore hands
Looking at the place I called home
And it seems this place is hard coded in my very bones

Street Side

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“Narrow or wide, streets, they’re just fine” Gun Roswell

Street Side

Stepping into the narrowest of streets
Looking for something new and totally sleek
Never mind the fancy and big shopping malls
For now, I am in search for a specific goal

It may be a thing or two
Or then, just an experience or few
A present to take with me back home
Or a cup of coffee in the cafe small

The adventure in it self is the price
Because these quaint streets are so damned nice
I could spend days on end exploring
And still would not find the task too boring

A seat to sit on

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“I don’t generally like running.
I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench”
Satchel Paige

A seat to sit on

I was looking for
A bench to sit on
What I hoped to score
Something close to a lawn
To lay my tired self
On a softer shelf

Then I saw it
The bench, made of stone
When I tried to sit
I felt it to my bones
Too hard for a fit!

Moving forward
I found one, made of wood
Maybe it wasn’t hard
Rather suitably good
Too soft for a fit!

So once again
I had to complain
But I knew, the right seat
Was just in reach
I just had to seek

A little while longer
As I moved along
The feeling now stronger
I knew it wouldn’t be long
I was close to finding
As I saw the metal shining

I finally found it
A bench made of metal
For me to sit
Soft as a petal
A purr-fect fit

Two to four wheels at the time

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“Rides of another land, can be different from what you are used to” Gun Roswell

Two to four wheels at the time

When roaming around the roads of a different land
Sometimes you want to try something else than to stand
On your two legs, strolling around might be a lot of fun
Or then too damned exhausting under the scorching sun
So why settle for tears and lots and lots of running sweat
Why don’t you try a different approach instead?
And hop on a ride with two or four wheels and let
These manual and motorized vehicles of plenty
Are simple and easy to be selected
Just walk into any of the road side rentals
Try and pick up the most suited pedals

Then follow these few steps
And you are for a day set:

Fill up the tank
Don’t forget your thanks
And like in the cliché movie done
Ride towards the setting sun
Like I said, this can be a lot of fun!

Sunny side on the Bench

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“When I was a kid, the only way I saw movies was from the back seat of my family’s car at the drive-in” Forest Whitaker

Sunny Side on the Bench

On the sunny side of the bench
No option of getting drenched

Enjoying the long, warming rays
In these unworried and lazy days

Before the days are done
Soaking in the healing sun

With closed eyes this moment
Like an image in my mind burnt

Day at the shopping mall

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”A day on doing absolutely nothing but shopping” Gun Roswell

Day at the shopping mall

In the morning
Before dawning
The rain fell but it poured
Friday, what a dull day
It was going to be?

But then
A hopeful ray
Of sunshine on display
Maybe
It would be
A good day after all

A new avenue
Just ahead sprang forth
Going outside
Maybe even
To the shopping mall?

Packing into the car
Still the drive is not too far
Easily finding a spot
In the underground parking lot

A hop and a skip
On the escalator chic
Into the wonderous world
Of shopping I am hurled

Glimmer and shine
Spreading before my eyes
A lot of things
Useful and the again not
But so what
It’s the shopping mall
And I’m about to fall
Into the lure
Of total and pure
Shopping bliss
I mean who could resist!

Up and down

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“Up am down we go” Gun Roswell

Up and down

On this merry escalator
I am flowing against the waiters
I am not in a hurry
And there is no sign of worry
On my face or my body
As I am ascending and smiling
As up and down I am riding
I don’t really have a goal
Nor am I in a search of my soul
I just ride the mobile stairs
Fro the fun of it each and every day

Sea, sunshine in summer

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“Sea, sun and summer, nothing more do I need” Gun Roswell

Sea, sunshine in summer

Even on the cloudiest of days
I will not for long in a dismayed state stay
As I step outside into the calming beach
I am greeted by a cooling breeze
Nothing is more invigorating than the sea
Cool blues as far as my eyes can see
Even if I choose to just hang around
Take my place on the rocky ground
Or if I am feeling daring and adventurous
I can set sail to the open waves
In my small dingy of a boat with sails
I feel great, alive and most of all
I am spending the best of a summers time, at the seashore
And soon enough, even the sun cones out
Making this day too, perfect all around

Last days of summer

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“Summer endings are such sad things“ Gun Roswell

Last days of summer

Before, it, the season, of joy, of fun, of sun, really started
Started, in a big flash of light, and then, it was, already over
Over, as the end, of the very long, bright, summer days
Days, which I wished had lasted, so, so much longer
Longer, than the cold dreary days, of the dark winter, which in, my bones I feel
Feel, so sad, so bad, so not wanting, ever again, to go back
Back, to the so called everyday, grey normal
Normal, is not, what I want, but only for, these summer’s days, to be


Be, exist, live, love, in the everlasting, long, warm, lightened days
Days, so much longer, than the cooler blue lit nights
Nights, never dark, never long, never scary and never, ever cold
Cold, like everything else, which is not, of summer
Summer, oh my dear, you are, my one and only saviour, in good and bad
Bad, is only the time, when you are gone
Gone, well, at least, until, the new year, the next year
Year, when I hope, you will finally stay, for so much more longer