“I never travel without my camera. One should always record ones steps if nothing else than for the future reference, especially during the days of change” Gun Roswell
London in Monochrome
Rain, rain, rain
But that dreaded and endless rain
Running down the very drain
But, around in the City of London
Without the feeling of any kind of boredom
As there are too many things to see
My little face, has finally lit up with a glee…
“Under the shade giving parasol, situated on a beach, is, where I totally like to sit” Gun Roswell
The Shade and the Beach
On a lazy day in the middle of the hazy season
I cannot find any one simple and totally good reason
For staying away from the tempting summer’s beach
Even if, someone, just might call me, a royal leach
As I am headed towards that sandy haven
I listen to the other people and their constant craving
Of taking some desperately needed and deserved, time off
But I filter it all out, because I’ve decided, to differ from the lot
Reaching the designated place, with my trusted parasol I stay
Under it because the sunlight might be burning fate
Seated comfortably with enough food and drinks
And some good reading my teeth into I can sink
I am finally out and totally day off kind of proud
To be resting on the soft sandy beach without noises loud
My mobile phone turned off and I am officially out of reach
Because today is that kind of a day at the beach
Under the shade, of course
The shade on this great beach
“It’s all there, written in stone for all of us to read, remaining there for eternity” Gun Roswell
Written, in Stone
The ruins of ye ol’ Acropolis
A place for fun, a place of true knowledge
Decipher the history if you will
The old texts written with such skill
Into to the oldest of stones
Which no one can ever own
“Time flies when you are having fun and even if you are not, so there is that” Gun Roswell
Floating by in time
Time, is of the essence many say, time is going by so fast, they also claim and well, I have to agree to that sentiment, for you see, I have been sitting here, watching it pass me by, or in this case, floating by, in the form of a sailing boat, going oh so very slow.
It is a fun past time, time, yes, yes it’s that kind of a rhyme, but time is so much more than that, just the simply ticking off the clock, which I hope will never stop, even if it goes past me so quickly and that should make me feel sickly.
But, as it is, there is no use of fighting this thing called time, unless you have a degree in physics or a machine which will make you fly, backwards and forwards, whichever way you might want to experience, but if you get a chance to do it, it will certainly be different.
So, as I sit here, watching time itself, pass me gently by, I am kinda feeling fine, but hey, if I could turn back some of that time, well, guess I would?
“A single window on the wall, or even a double window from ceiling to floor, it’s all the same, as you can clearly be seen through them, as they are acting as the very looking glass” Gun Roswell
Through the very looking glass
The glass will not hide it all, even if it might be covered with something quite strong, as it is always acting as the one true looking glass. Letting a peep or two, into the lives of those, who might not wish to hide anything, or at least, that is what they are ensuring, that of their very lives being an open book for anyone to read and see.
But for the others, whom might value their privacy, even if the do like to take a look outside and peek, at those around the only, and not wanting to invite them of the same courtesy, then hanging a bunch of drapes on top of them, to simply hide whatever they do not wish to be seen, by any other member outside their own family.
Just a gentle reminder, that which ever group you think you might belong to. It’s never that simple and easy to not be seen and stay in hiding. Because someone will always find you, through the looking glass!
“The blue meets the red at some point in time, at least, up there in the high skies“ Gun Roswell
The blue sea and the red sky
It’s mostly in the coolest hues of blue, reflecting the same sooting emotions and shades onto the surface of the calm of the waters until the very edge, but sometimes even changing colours while raging in the shades of many kinds of greys.
But, when the night fall is upon, and the day is finally done, a streak of the most bright and colourful light will appear there in the midst in the very mix, which is nothing like the calming and mundane blue, rather in the colour of fire or rage, making it totally red.
It is certainly a spot, which will make you look, even if you simply love the sedative of the scene without too much of change in colour. But, this one, is a fiery one and it will only be there, for the fading moment and poof, it will be gone, until maybe dawn?
And when the bright spot of the day is gone, you do not have to be alone, as the blues and greys will always remain, shrouding you well into the night, without any fright.
“There has always been sea farers in my family, seamen, sea-women, as even my grandmother was one, simply call them sailors as they sure did, sail I mean!“ Gun Roswell
There is sea water in my blood
The raging waters beckons me, to take a deep dive into the ocean wide
Why take the dive some might say, as the land is so much safer than the seaside
I simply reply: Because it is a part of me, the salty waters running deep within
There is no denying, the mermaid inside of me has risen finally
The dead give away? The fins where my feet before used to be
So, there is nothing to it, just rushing to the nearest harbour and dip
All of myself into the rushing waves, soon becoming my slaves
As I become one part of the whole, the one thing my heart stole
Even before the day I was born as this has always been my true self
So, no more dwelling in the role of a total land lubber
My feet are now almost like some kind of rubber
As I swim away from the safety of the familiar shores
And into the deep end of the life which is nothing like bore
“These days, virtual travel either on the internet or thought the memories of the mind and photographs, can we travel” Gun Roswell
Only in my imagination, exists the perfect vacation
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.
“They can only be seen, when the fog gets too thick on the highest of seas, the ghost ships of blue that is” Gun Roswell
Ghost ships in the blue waters
They can only be visible, when the seas are filled with the coolest of those solemn hues, the blue fog surrounding the waters and when the visibility is just a few metres. It is then when the ships appear, to their special spots all over the waters edge. In the colour of blue they are shrouded, and appearing there without any passengers allowed on board them. They are the ghost of the past and the future. Not of us, but only themselves, those many ships which had sunken without any kind of trace off of the face of the world and into the deep abyss hurled. This is not to scare anyone with their presence, only acting as a reminder of the dangers, of putting too much trust in clear blue skies and calm waters, and not taking enough precautions. For the sea is not a safe place for the unprepared, by two always remember to make safety first. But if you happen to spot those blue coloured ghostly vessels, well, better err on the side of caution and stay out of the water, at least, for that day.
“That’s not a telephone box! That, is a Tardis from the tv show, you know the timer traveling doc one!” Gun Roswell
Phone home now, or call Dr Who!
The two archaic yet gorgeous monuments still standing tall, on the street corner there by that building available for the big and small, lasting us all. from the past till the very beyond…
Huh?
What’s it called?
A muu-seuum of sorts?
Maybe?
Yeah and those two glass boxes with a steel frame?
Right there in front?
Something I heard were used to cater to people making telephone calls around the very clock?
Those kind of retro thingies of sorts, you know insert a coin to phone home or then make it collect for mama to pay?
Well, heck no!
Those kind of boxes are props!
They are imaginary and used in movies or tv!
You see!?
It’s the exact same box, which that one Doc, you know the one on the famous tv show?
No?
What are you ignorant?
Everyone knows the Doctor.
Doctor Who.
Oh yeah!
In know that one, great show!
And I remember the box too.
But wasn’t it blue?
Whatever!
Red, blue, green!
You cannot make a call in one of those so forget about it!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 