travel, traveling, travel blog
“to travel broadens the mind, to some extent“ Gun Roswell
to travel
ah, to travel and see the world
land, where ever you’re hurled
into a soft comfy bed get curled
find out all the gems and pearls
it’s almost,
like living in a dreamworld
“So much going on in the night sky” Gun Roswell
Night lights
A moon presented itself above the dim light street
It was only a crescent shape but still bright enough to see
All the potholes and bumps of the road ahead
When making a way towards the current homestead
When nearing the crossroads
I spotted an ugly looking toad
Large and loud it was making all kinds of sounds
But as it got closer I realised it got even grosser
Turned out, it was a vehicle of some type
A street bug of sorts, supposedly for the sports
It’s headlights so bright I almost got a fright
But managed to duck into cover, as I watched it away hover
Then all hell broke lose as several streams of light the night skies fumed
A ufo or some kind of search light it was
Making those surround me to really fuss
An invasion of a third kind?
That’s all right, suites me just fine!
“Never enough coffee” Gun Roswell
Coffee always in double
With a big size cup as this It’s really hard to miss
The caffeine addict within me
Coffee, on the double
Coffee, please make it double
Coffee, cup size, better have it double
As the healing liquid I get in front of me
Life always looks so much better I believe
And the i drink my coffee until late eve
Coffee, never enough
Coffee, never too much
Coffee, thank goodness for such
Coffee, a most precious gift
Coffee, how you always up me lift
Coffee, nuff said, peace!
“Those shady greys are everywhere” Gun Roswell
Black and white with some grey
The sky so gorgeous over my head
I cannot tear my sore eyes away
Despite this monochromatic view
I choose to stand here’s and drool
Painted images with black and white
Make a beautiful tableau of the skies
Lurking greys are in the shadows
But only for the effect as the wind blows
Even without colour the picture is so vivid
With my camera going quite livid
Palm trees and cloudy sun filled skies
This is the place where the true beauty lies
“Beach, finally here!” Gun Roswell
Walk on the rocky pier
Take a short walk along the long pier
Dip your toes into the water when you get there
Feel the summer breeze on your burning skin
Let the holiday feeling finally sink in
Stay a while at the very end of the pier
Let the sunny rays wash away any fears
Of letting go of the mundane And embrace the upon coming fun day
Take a slow walk back to the beach
Then turn to look at the glimmering sea
Just remember you can always return
Until it’s time for the leisure time to adjourn
“Always recycle” Gun Roswell
Recycle
Abandoned, discarded, of no more use
Maybe, we all have just a too short fuse
When something is broken and no more works
Then we just run out and buy a new one like jerks
Why not mend it, fix it, or make some repairs
Or just save it and use the parts as spares
If a neighbour or friend might need dome, then just share
After all, it’s better than throwing things away
“Life on the beach” Gun Roswell
Life is a beach
When thinking that life is a soft and sandy beach
And you’ll do your damnedest to it early on reach
Then once you get there, to relax and take a seat
You’ll realise, that staying forever might the perfect image bleach
So, for now, let’s just make a holiday of it
Forget for a while all that daily shit
Enjoy the ever fading moments of the promised paradise
Before leaving only to return again, at lest that’s the advice
And after the thoughts are settled
And you have neatly nestled Just dive into the inviting cool blue waters
And frolic around there pretending you’re a sea otter
“A top of the world ma!?” Gun Roswell
Left hanging
I was put here on total display Much to my own undesire and dismay
Nobody bothered to ask me if I wanted to stay
So here I just hang until the end of the day
I am not discarded nor broken Nor am I anyone’s special token
But I surely used to be for spoken
Dunno no, if that applies anymore, just hoping
So some one please come and get me
You can ride me even to the sea
My pedals and saddle are still complete
So hope on and let me drive you easily
“I am not a crook’s head” Futurama
I am not a doll’s head
I may be plastic
Even quite, elastic
And that itself is absolutely fantastic
My head can spin at three hundred and sixty
And my face too is quite nifty
My age can be one or even fifty
You can play with me
Braid my hair ever so neatly
Even paint my face discreetly
But there is one thing you must understand
As here, without any feet I still take my stand
Even would wave them in the air if i had any hands
But none of that I now can
Still, one last thought to share:
I, am not, a fucking doll’s head!
“It’s a quick tour today” Gun Roswell
All in one shot
When travelling on a tightly scheduled course
And time is a valuable and limited resource
Then spotting something so good as a prelude
Making you think that you’ll be able make it after all on this latitude
As always on a trip like this
I am running around like a crazy git
Looking for all and everything Trying to catch at least one special thing
But as it always turns out to be
There is so much more to see Than any given time frame will allow
Whether the cool car or neighbours cow
What kind luck would it take If i could it all on just on single shot make
But then what would i do with all the space
On the memory card I especially bought to capture all from this place?!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 