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“It’s city style! Whoop whoop, whoop!!! Yeah, so totally calling this, city style!” Gun Roswell
I’m spraying my graffiti
Where ever it fits me
On the walls of suburbia
Bringing a sense of hysteria
There is no mystery
Of who I am
Just read my life’s history
Come and catch me if you can
“Sometimes, the coolest places can be found just around the corner, even here, in suburbia, no matter the weather though, as it’s summer!” Gun Roswell
When visiting a neighbouring suburbia
You may end up getting a hernia
When trying some moments to snap
And into the skylights tap
Watch out for the heavy traffic
Or get yourself into something catastrophic
Run over the streets quickly
But keep that camera clicking
Presto and Voila!
Before you get to say ha!
Make sure all your body parts are there
If not, then someone might get a spare
So now, the tours have ended
And indeed, twas time well spent
“A visit to ancient history to get a glimpse what future just might bring” Gun Roswell
If you have come to seek
The words of wisdom
Or maybe just a peak
Through the prism
Place your request
To the priestess
The Oracle Of Delphi
Who sees all things
Past and Future alike
“The old frail construct, made of glass and a wooden frame, try not to breathe too hard near it or it might just fall a part“ Gun Roswell
Old, frail, inconvenient, hard to handle?
Just the same, it has lasted a long while, even giving a few smiles, the delicate framework, the painted artwork, all of it from the past, refitted to a modern day cast.
And so, serving a purpose once again, the window, lending a peek through time, as how else would any of us learn, of our past, the long history, present there, through this, very old looking glass.
“Gimme coffee, any time, any place, and, in any kind of form, cold or warm” Gun Roswell
The warm summers day from a memory past, as I was sitting by the pool sipping something cool, laced with sugar and coffee in the warm winds haze, without a care of the future, only whether to dive in the turquoise waters or sweat for a moment longer, sipping on my drink, so much taller than the smaller cup I had at breakfast. But I digress, too little coffee I guess. The warm days of a holiday in the sun and then some shade, sipping from the tallest of glass, each and everyday, at least, a few. The sustenance which keeps one going and going and going, yeah, you guessed it, coffee, no matter what form, cool and calming (hardly!), hot and strong, so much so, that the spoon inside melted, and yes, all of these fine ways, can be done by the poolside, or by the table or even on the run, maybe driving too. But I would not suggest it, as best bet, is to never do anything while driving except keep your eyes on the road.
“The sun is shining, on the other side, over there, across the sea, somewhere else but definitely not here“ Gun Roswell
There is sunshine, on the other side, the proof delivered by a witness, who dared to peek through the curtain, and then, after seeing the miracle, snapped the picture, as proof!
As of now, the summer is officially over, as September has just reared is ugly head and instead of getting a cooling down situation outside, the plummet in daily temperatures, not to mention all the down pour, has definitely not left any of us scored.
So, even after complaining about the whole too warm summer time, having lasted for such a short while, the winter season is upon, the sunshine, the warmth the greens, all but gone.
Luckily though, in the dreams and pictures, some of it can be relived, when huddling down frozen cold because of as was foretold, it is the season of rain and behold, soon enough – snow!
“There is always a seat when you need one” Gun Roswell
The warm sun shining in the blue skies and I find myself whining to the simple fact of too much heat and direct sunlight in my pale face. Trying very hard but there is simply no escape. But wait! What did I just spot in my peripheral vision but something most likely to be saving my over cooked bacon? A seat over there in the distant, and to be scarce, it’s residing in the only shadowy spot to be seen or found for miles on end. Could I really be that lucky and be the one, whom over there ion a few could run? Or is this simply a terrible joke, a mirage at the expense of my over heated delusional mind? Please please be kind and let me over there my way find and nothing more will I ever ask again. Well, not until the next time when I’m in trouble again, so talk then as now I need to get to my precious seat on the cool shadows and plenty of rest there spend until it’s time to say, when and get going again.
“Sometimes, life seems to go by so fast, so, when sailing, take things slow, for once!” Gun Roswell
Speed may be of the essence
But sometimes it is more pleasant
Not to count the seconds
As time spent on a boat should be fun
Not a marathon run
“The yacht or big big ship, whatever the name for it, it’ll fare you across the huge waters!” Gun Roswell
Boats and ships
Fully equipped
For a trip
Filled with fun
Under the sun
Or just a weekend layover
In some other land
Somewhere close
Back by Monday
If you can
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
