Weather, thou art a heartless bitch

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“It’s just rain, right?” Gun Roswell

Weather, thou art a heartless bitch

Oh you deceitful heartless wench

Pouring your cold rain for us to drench

Tiny drops kept smiling

All the while you were cunning

The plot most foul and cruel

Changing us from fun to gloom

Summer how ever long it stayed

Has finally shown it’s ugly face 

Weather as cold as can be

Puddles of water

For our flip flops slaughter

As far as the eyes can see

Gone are the days of wonder

What is beyond there

Maybe some sun shine?

Oh that would be just fine!

But oh dear weather

Thou certainly art a heartless bitch!

What’s hidden at the end?

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“There is always som kind of treasure at the end of the path, at least to someone’s pleasure” Gun Roswell 

What’s hidden at the end?

Take a trip to the very end, the end of the path which begins, with just the one step, taking a deep breath, before diving in, as it might be difficult to begin that journey even if the decision is made, so, hesitation is a given thing for all of us, but just have to trust that gut feeling, telling this is the one to take, the quest of it all well worth it, and so, get on with it!

And do, feeling bold as moving along, one foot falling to the next, into the beat of the heart, taking things slow though really smart, because the reward at the end will wait, even if you will get there late, and hey, it’s totally okay to hesitate, for a moment even contemplate, whether the decision to take on this journey was the right one to make.

But, when finally deciding to continue no matter the lingering doubt, making up and until the very end of the longest of paths, the reward being whatever wanted, simply making it last, as long as possible and then when all is done, simply go out with a  big blast

Wiggly Bench

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“But how can I sit on this, oddly shaped bench? Won’t I get wiggly too?” Gun Roswell

Wiggly Bench

The colours so bright

The the thing totally crossed my eyes

In the distance in the light

It seemed, well divine!

Was it a piece of art work?

Or just some fun done by a jerk?

I really did not care at this point and felt

The need to step closer with a jerk

I studied the thing at close proximity

What on earth was this, this monstrosity?

I could not make my mind up 

Whether I really liked it or not

But after staring for a long while

I finally had decided and smiled

Pulling out my photo snapper device

I started to take loads of pix of it live

Soon enough, I had snapped a few

And then ventured to sit down on it too

Later on thinking back, with a smile loose

I knew, it was a bench, too good to be true!

Windows to open

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“So many windows, but no doors!” Gun Roswell

Windows to open

A window, facing, the open sea

Allowing, a whole new world, to be seen

Do not try, from the life, outside, to hide

Open the window, and let the breeze inside

Enjoy the sounds and smells

Even the sunlight and thundery rain

Follow the birds, and their play

Soon, from the window sill, you’ll never leave again

Colourful it may be, from the outside

But what is hiding inside, may not be, so divine

Darkness and shadows, lurking in every corner

Huddling figures, afraid, alone, nothing normal

Open the window, let in the thundering storm

It may be followed, by a few drops of rain to fall

Sunshine surely to follow, shining light into the hollow

Take a peak, outside, you’ll realise, there is no need to hide

Windows, doors, what do you score? (2)

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“Peek through the cracks, if no one attacks, then you are safe to enter, through either the window or the door, because you just scored!“ Gun Roswell

Windows, doors, what do you score? (2)

The colourful door beckoned

To knock on the handle I reckoned

Since no one else was about

I gently and with a curious mind

Dared, to step inside

Peeking through the cracks of light

Filtered, in the window’s blinds

I could see, there was no one there

So decided, I could freely stare

Inside the living of someone else’s house

It wasn’t as if I was going to rob the place

No, just curious, about the case

Watching, observing, how others fare

It wasn’t as if this intrusion was based on a dare

And then, I just stood there

Glaring, glancing, turning around

In this one spot in the middle of the floor I found

I won’t be touching anything in here

Just looking around, picturing them there

The people living in this small space

When the curiosity is finally satisfied

Back out the door I venture of the side

Of the house I had been wounding for a time

Each time passing it in the street by

So, now I know and that is all

Windows, doors, what do you score? (1)

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“Peek through the cracks, if no one attacks, then you are safe to enter, through either the window or the door, because you just scored!“ Gun Roswell

Windows, doors, what do you score? (1)

An open door, or even, a totally low hanging window

Certainly, an open invitation to explore, what secrets lie behind them all

And, ass there really is no time, like this given time of present

Simply, do step through, even if you might feel, a little hesitant

Although, you may want to be really careful, as to where you thread

As not all the open windows and doors, are free without regret

You may stumble upon, something, you are not completely prepared for

An unfriendly, or hostile environment or maybe even, a black hole

But, what is this life, without at least some sort of an adventure

So, remember, this one guideline, as you into the unknown venture

When a door or window is opened up, as an invitation to enter inside

The other doors and windows may be closed, with something to hide

If still, you are the one true dare devil though, and want to really know

What possible forbidden secrets, may be lying behind them all

Then forget all the before given advice. Heck! Who the hell am really I

To tell anyone else what to look for, behind all them, windows and doors!

Wing side, high above the clouds

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“Sitting, wing side, contemplating, of something…” Gun Roswell

Wing side, high above the clouds

Taking a short trip, some self related things to fix
Choosing a seat, close to the window, so neat
The views are floating by, when I am sitting this high
Land, clouds, even the sun, this trip, might be lots of fun
The engine of the vessel humming, as I am too, humming
Transfixed in the scenery, there is no clearer view
Than on this wing side, the world before me, so divine
Mind drifting to other worlds, beyond, where this machine cannot me hurl
But confident the next stop, will be the pop
Or at least a week filled getaway, to enjoy my stay
Because, before returning back to the grind, I need to find
Some peace, at least, within this own bodily beast

Yellow

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“Yellow is the new orange” Gun Roswell

Yellow

Yellow is my colour 

Yellow is my odour

Yellow is the one to adore

Yellow, not much more

Yellow is for a flower

Yellow is for the wall

Yellow, on a bathroom stall

Yellow, the colour of spring

Yellow for the fellow

Yellow for the lady

Yellow can be a helluva

Colour for a baby

Yellow is bright

Yellow is fresh

Yellow will make you smile

Yellow, what else!

Yellow ride

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“Ride the yellow bike” Gun Roswell

Yellow ride

The yellow ride

On the road side

A motorised bike

Something to like 

Yellow in colour

Certainly not the duller

Rent it for an hour

With only one dollar

Ride it with gusto

Is an absolute must

Down the hillside

It easily slides

Up the street

In a rhythmic beat

Go as fast as you can

Without caring a damn

When the hour

Is finally over

You still feel the power

Of the little scooter

That could

Vortex (Haiku)

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“Deep diving into black coffee” Gun Roswell

Vortex (Haiku)

Jump into the dark liquid

Let the vortex carry you far away 

Later, drink it for happiness