
“Fascinating, fantastic, surprising, odd but in a good way?” Gun Roswell
An island on a volcano
A land filled with rocks and lava
Taking it easy with a cup of java
Especially since it’s as hot as a sauna
But still, this is almost complete nirvana

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“There is always a seat when you need one” Gun Roswell
Shadows and seats
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.
“Take a load off, head to the beach, see what’s there for free!” Gun Roswell
Surfers on the Dunes
Surfer dudes
With attitudes
“No landlubbers allowed
There is no monkeying around!
This is serious business
With a touch of impulsiveness!
If you want to join
Let me just flip this coin:
Heads or tails
You know, this never fails:
You are in!”

“Is it a moped perhaps a hog? Something really small?” Gun Roswell
Black hog (Haiku)
Black bike parked on street
Its name Hog of Black earned well
Riding it no one can

“Ride the old bike found in the shed, neglected, but still, working” Gun Roswell
Bike Ride
On a cold winter night in my bed I lay
Dreaming, of a perfect summers day
The sun is shining, blue skies and fields are filled with hey
My trusted steed by the doorway
Ready and waiting for a little hike
Just me, myself and my green bike
Alas its still a long way to take
But i keep on dreaming as I lay awake
For that perfect summer day
And when on my bike I ride away