“Is this real life or memorex? Remember that commercial from the beyond? Is the reflected perfect setting from a sunny beach, a poolside sun-bed real or just, a recording of some holiday from the past? Of those days you wanted for so long to last?” Gun Roswell
The mind might be playing some tricks on me, as I am slowly sifting through, all the bundled up memories in my own mind, of the holiday, years back, quite sublime. It really happened by accident, as I ran across, an image in a forgotten folder, of the vision captured, at the perfect moment frozen in time, when all was simply, fine, in the good old times, when we were all freely allowed to explore the world around us, without too much of a fuss.
So, dwelling on that photograph for a while, without rush and hurry, even if the image was a tad blurry, as was my locked away memory of the place, the time and the plenty of sunshine, un-phased by whatever negatives there might have been there along the way. But as so many other things in our minds, those hazy days of yesteryear will always have a golden hue to them, or most of them do, as trying to save only the few good ones, with or without the puns.
“Sometimes, a chair is just a chair, to sit on. But when travelling far and long, you really need something to sit on, the hurting feet cannot too long go, and so, any chair is a blessing in form. As soon as spotted, the empty chair, over there, becomes the most precious respite of them all.” Gun Roswell
The designated holiday times, having finally arrived Shouted out, was a big hoot with some jives Packing up, all the needed trash For this, unplanned, quick getaway, in a flash
So now, headed for what ever kind of port Was ready to accept us, to start this trip of a notice short Because this thing was certainly going to happen With or without all that likely crappin’
OK, so after all kinds of back and forth ‘xplaining The road trip was finally on the part of landing The island of ones dreams dead ahead in perfect still Well, as much seen from a small cockpit window sill
Off and out and into the taxi cab with a shout Soon enough the accommodation in sight with sign shouting loud “B and B” for all sizes and kinds Just come on inside and your place find”
After the slightly drama, when doing all of the unpack It was finally time, to get up and go out and yes, slack After all, this was supposed to be. a holiday to the letter so strong With rest, relaxation, something something and all that jazz all day long
When getting outside, the warm wall hits you in the face It feels so good, after so many months of living inside the icescapades In the land way, way up north, where the only transport is a sleigh Wanting nothing more than to get out of that place
But, the reality soon hit, right smack in that pale face And the sweat pouring, nay, soaring out each and every pour started After some moments, when soaked through each and every garment It was time to get the hell out of the sun and find some shade
Glancing, glaring, staring, all around the heads spinning Trying to find that one perfect spot, where to sit down on the dot It was already starting to get really frustrating The face, neck and body, covered with sweating
But then, in the corner fo the very eye, which had so much spied Behind the vail of frustration, even if this was supposed to be the best vacation A spot in a small cafe, there, in the shades, hidden from the sun All that remained to do, was to gather some courage and toward it to run
The setup like from a picture perfect A table with two seats and a large bench set Just for us weary touristy types way over their heads Boy, am I glad this day us here finally had lead!
Seated happily for the rest of the day Deciding to spend it in this very same place Ordering food and drinks was so easy as cake Why the hell would anyone do anything else
“The blue colour calming and inviting, despite the chair rather small, but this is the custom, no seats reserved rather free for all. So, do, take a load off, on a sunny hot day, a moment stay, before taking to the streets for some touristy stuff to do.” Gun Roswell
Several seats, available, at the station??? A great big surprise on this, vacation! Waiting for the bus for a short or long trip A vacation before next Monday arrives, then hopping on a ship? Or so it seems, As this trip, is far from a regular one, Absolutely no plans, only point to have some fun, As it’s either that or a bust! The holiday given, a must!
“The seat might be uncomfortable but hey, at least the food is great and nothing needs to be paid for (it’s all inclusive after all!)” Gun Roswell
Time for some lunch? Possibly even brunch? Find your way Where all the others stay No need for money, as it’s ‘no pay’ Just sit down and for a while stay Have some chicken Which is good as finger licking Maybe afterwards Some mini cakes quite sticking Or if you want something healthy You do not need to be weatlhy Just grab a few melons Cantaloupe or honey No, not trying to be funny It’s all there No expense has been spared For your vacation Is most important to this station To make you happy And maybe later, Time for a wee nap-py!
“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.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
