Peekaboo!!!

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“Peekaboo, I see you!”


Peekaboo

From its current hiding
It comes out looking for something
But then suddenly backing
Never any answers giving or asking

Playing, toying, lurking
Peeking, checking, probing

You may try a tactic different today,
Then shout out:
“Hey, you there; why don’t you come out and play!?”

There is no way of knowing
Whether it’s coming or going
Whatever it has decided of doing
It is for sure, there will be a surprise

Laying low, until it’s time to blow
But for now, just taking it slow

And then: out of the blue:
“Peekaboo, I see you!”

Directions to Get

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“It’s all in the perspective of things” Gun Roswell


Flying Up

Catching the winds of spring
Soaring high up, my song to sing
I am a pretty bird in flight
And I may not always choose right
But I am sure this direction
Is the one I need for completion
Of my getting up so high
Even so far as the crows fly
Despite being a miniature beaked thing
There is no rule saying I cannot sing
And thusly, I am up here
In the open wide stratosphere
Higher than any other bird ever
In your face, for being clever!

Hoist the Sails!

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“Time for summer winds and sails” Gun Roswell


Close enough to the mountains

Close enough to the seashore
As I try to some mountains score
That is simply, because
I really want a picture perfect to adore

So now, here I am, browsing
The sea line slowly drowsing
Hoping for that best of scenes
In my view point to achieve

Maybe not today, maybe not to tomorrow
But I know that even if I have to borrow
An image from some other land
I will get my mountain view as here I stand (or sail)

Monochromania in the sunshine land

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“I see a bunch of greys” Gun Roswell


Monochromania in the sunshine land

Looking at the world through monochromatic eyes
Eyes wide without any shade or disguise
Disguise, which is so easy to cover
Cover up all the faults
Faults only visible in true colours
Colours so easily distorted Distorted like the inevitable truth
Truth which cannot be hidden Hidden in the shades and shadows
Shadows only seen in the darkness
Darkness hiding in the black Black and white turning to grey
Grey, which is the true colour Colour without any kind of colour
Colour only described as monochrome


Monochrome in so many shades
Shades you learn to love Love rather than hate Hate really is such an ugly colour
Colour so much more than any other
Other could be like monochrome Monochrome mania Mania to celebrate it all

Calm as the Sunset

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“From the busy streets, towards the calm beach, that is the goal in life” Gun Roswell

Calm as the Sunset

I see the image in my very mind, it’s something unique, someplace to unwind
The colours changing now, from green to a coolest blue, some kind of hue
But then, like a sharpened photograph, everything is in my grasp.
The shining sun, rising high above, the breeze so low, the pace so slow
The turquoise waters glimmering, I wish I could swim in them

I run as fast as I can, then on to the sandy beach I land
At this point I don’t care if it is a dream or someone’s bad joke or scheme
I shed my clothing, boots and all, and into to the soft waves I let myself fall
Getting carried away to the wide open seas, where nothing and no one else do I see
Only sounds made are those of seagulls, flying high above my skull

This is bliss, this is calm, this is what I seek, this is what I want
And then, I wake up, as the car beside me honks

“Move it of lose it bozo!” I hear

Yes, I am back in the noisy street I fear
Until next time, when I dare to dream
As life never really is what it seems

Busy as in a Traffic Jam

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“From the busy streets, towards the calm beach, that is the goal in life” Gun Roswell

Busy as in a Traffic Jam

Busy, and too loud, are the streets I now walk
There is so much noise, I cannot her anyone nor myself talk
As I move forward, a lot of unhappy people I stalk
Sometimes just to the nature of things I this chalk

But then I start to dream, as I continue still with much steam
My face lights up, almost see the gleam, as it beams
When a blurry vision, almost seeing the image, of place without scrimmage
As it appears to my mind, but it seems so hard to focus, before I have crossed the line

Just then, I see it, I can feel it, grasp it
Then something happens, shit!
I start running, ever faster, chasing the shadow
What is it? A green meadow?

It’s oh so very quiet and calm!

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“The ocean beckons to  be explored, but today, I feel like such a bore, and simply want to rest for a while longer, on top of the calming waves” Gun Roswell

It’s oh so very quiet and calm!

The calming of the waves, as soon as I my head will lay, on top of the smoothing surface at any, body gently floating, as it is coping, with this overly gentle place, searching for a state of mind, which out there is really hard to find, the peace, the quiet, the calm, but here it is all so clear, when lulled to sleep, on these calming waves, as even after all the fight of the day, this is where I finally want to stay, on top of the soft material, even if not a bed of any kind, I need my rest and so, this state is the one not to debate, whether or not, and so, with eyes closed tightly, I concentrate, still floating above the edge, the mind at rest, thoughts all gone, no sounds or images to explore, only the calm and quiet surrounding, this unruly mind and body, without counting the passing time, and that is all simply fine.

A Snowy Seat by the Seashore

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“In a window seat on a plane to nowhere” Gun Roswell

A Snowy Seat by the Seashore

The sun’s shadows of tall
Cast on to the stone wall
Enjoying a moment of silence
In an instant quite timeless
Loosing all defiance
On this frozen
Snow covered bench

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Ship Ahoy! (From the past?)

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“Sailing in the past, towards the future perhaps?” Gun Roswell

Ship Ahoy! (From the past?)

Sailing in the past on the open seas forever seemingly to last

This method might not be the fastest of the safest method forward to move

Alas getting to the future so unsure?

Well, not in the hurry to do that just yet and so no jets but a slow boat

The sails flapping in the wind and when the mood swings

The sails will be lowered and the pace slower

This is the way to move, across the high seas

Never fast, wanting this special moment forever to last

They future out there somewhere, totally can wait

For this solemn sailor 

A bench to sit on no matter the weather

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“There is always a respite to be found no matter the season on the ground” Gun Roswell

A bench to sit on no matter the weather

So once again
I have to complain
But I know, the right seat
Is, just at my reach
All I had to do was
to simply, seek