The old cottage on the island lies

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“Nostalgia, is the best word to describe these two dwellings“ Gun Roswell

The old cottage on the island lies

They are rusted and quite busted, neglected and rejected, those dwellings from the past, which no one thought would until this century last, but how wrong they were as those houses are still here, and will most likely be long after we are all gone, remaining strong.

They might not look like much, maybe needing a slight touch up, but once you get inside, you cannot help but smile, as despite the rough outlook of the houses, the insides are far from louse, but rather cozy and warm, keeping you safe and sound through any imaginable storm.

So, if ever in doubt, when wandering out there, on an island with none too much to share, at least not in looks and on the surface of it, barren by default, without a fault of its own, but of nature without much going on, the houses will still give you shelter without faltering.

Next time you may want to reconsider, judging a book or any other by just looking at the cover, don’t forget there is so much more beneath of the simple looks, and yes, it applies too so many other things as well than just books.

Fly far away

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“If only I could fly away, like the birds do. At least, sometimes. Maybe I would even return? Maybe, if I felt like it.” Gun Roswell

Fly far away

The large size feathery bird at flight, no matter morning, noon, late day or even a very late night
Flapping its tall wings and then without any kind of word, towards the skies it softly swings
Taking to flight, with the might of the blowing winds and then disappearing into the clouds
Because that is where the bird is the most safe, almost as of covered in an invisible shroud
Wherever it does go, as it takes on the slow but guided route, without as much of a shout
Only the mighty bird knows, and it has not told even one soul of its plans, as it now stands
There is no way to follow, but even if the plans sound totally hollow, there is an agenda there
As on this blue sphere, the option of coming back to whence one came from is always there
So, if you are fond of watching where this bird will land, just remained quite still on the strand
And maybe, around and around the bird will fly and then in the end come by to the place it sent

Floating by in time

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“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?

Covered in rain drops

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“The rain heels all, at least, that is what they say, right?” Gun Roswell

Covered in rain drops

The rain fall, finally covered it all, the skies, the ground, the walls, trees and the flowers all
As soon as had started, falling at a high rate, which did not last too long and then it was all gone
Leaving behind, droplets of rain, hanging onto to the leaves and the buds just the same
The rain, never discriminating, only leaving the stains, for a while until all going down the drain
But then some of the pebbles of water, were still clinging on, as if proving they were totally strong
Wanting to stay for a moment longer, than those already gone, that they were special among
Those few remaining, but then again, when the sun finally would be shining, they too would dry
And up to the heavens in a foggy vapour they would fly, so, hanging on for a moment longer?
Well, maybe there was a point to it, but after all was said and done and up came the burning sun
The droplets did not last, but went out with a blast, the circle of nature somewhat complete

Star Trek: A Celebration–After 55 years the original series gets a definitive account of cast, crew, and the production like you’ve never seen before – reblogged the Borg

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Review by C.J. Bunce In many ways the most diehard Star Trek fan is going to be surprised when they flip open the new behind-the-scenes account of …

Star Trek: A Celebration–After 55 years the original series gets a definitive account of cast, crew, and the production like you’ve never seen before

Blue on the ocean and the mountain top

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“Where there is an ocean blue, there is always some blues to be heard on the waves so cool“ Gun Roswell

Blue on the ocean and the mountain top

The ocean vast, meant to last, past the earthly grounds, but sometimes, when the only thing you think you can see are the blues going on forever, and then, something totally unexpected pops up right there in the middle of it all.

There is something to be said, about this, very tall and statuesque, also blue in colour, or so it seems, as it sticks out from the calming waves, from the oceanic steams creating an illusion of a protective shroud, looking totally esteemed.

A mountain so tall, that if you were to climb up on it, well, you might be in for a scary fall, unless you are totally prepared for the adventure ahead, but once you get right there on the top, the world below endless and will never stop.

But, if you are one of the mere mortals, who cannot reach all them fancy portals, then staying on the beach the option, of watching the views and the cool and calming blue hues, the watery waves and then, the mountain from the distance.

The tallest spot for a seat

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“A seat on the tallest mountain, nearby the fountain, is the bench where I usually like to sit on a sunny Sunday” Gun Roswell 

The tallest spot for a seat

Usually, the Sunday, is reserved for all kinds of fun, but the truth being told, on this particular day, the only thing that is on my mind, is simple rest and relaxation of a special kind. But for that I need to find, the perfect spot, the best on the dot, a bench somewhere overlooking the world, or at least, most of the closest known city where undisturbed I can sit  and watch, all the people spending their much earned leisure, their precious time, which is all totally fine.

Why, would be the proper question placed here.

Well, guess, because I feel lazy, and also a bit hazy, of the world around me, too much going on all the time, and while mostly it is just fine, today, I am not as strong, and there is nothing wrong, in wanting to take a break and sitting down, this time around. Because I really need my peace and quite, even if I am there in spirit, watching the others having their fun, but today I don’t have to play or run, only to sit down, do absolutely nothing and calm myself without any kind of doubt.

Happy Angela Lansbury Day (18.9.)

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I’ve never been particularly aware of my age. It’s like being on a bicycle – I just put my foot down and keep going” Angela Lansbury

Fansbury 

Her big blue eyes and pouty lips
Taking a stance, with hand on her hips
Singing, dancing, humour and drama
Clapping our hands, shouting ‘brava’

The Dame, in the name, may have lead you to fame
And our fansburiens lives, have never be the same
Dame Angela, may thy name be written across the skies
We’ll stand down here, making high fives

Love, Cat, Fat, Cat

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“Growing old together, or at least, growing up together? Matter of an opinion perhaps? But growing fat together, now that is really something!” Gun Roswell

Love, cat, fat, cat

The two small kittens, wandered to this specific position, on the map that is, making their home with the Hooman who could not ignore, the perfect slim and tiny baby cats, who simply needed someone to look after. So, welcoming them duo with open arms, was most likely a move smart.

Years then passed and the two tiny kittens grew, really fast. Bouncing around the place, the house and the yard, where they usually stayed, but mostly inside, eating whatever their Hooman keepers would the two bouncy, playful and very lively duo of cats provide.

It was fine for plenty of years, playing, amusing where needed and hunting mice, well, sort of, as there weren’t that many really around. Then curling up in the lap of the Hooman, making them feel needed and totally wanted, because yes, those cats were oh so smart!

So, a few more years passed, and as the once thin and slim kitty cats bounced all around, started to slow down, their essence as their minds, grew rather wide. Fat someone might say, but hey, maybe the bones inside grew too. But that was not the point, to complain about the fat and the achy joints, rather the fact, that these two, grew together to the ripe old age they were now.

Friday vibes and some summer memories

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“Yes folks, it is, Friday, once again, which is a good thing, because tomorrow, I can finally sleep in :P“ Gun Roswell

Friday vibes and some summer memories

Another boring working week, finally, in the box
Despite, having planned, quite a lot
But barely doing, the minimum required
Even if, I had some complements acquired
But, today, is that one day, I usually root for
Yes, Friday eve, is finally, knocking at the door!
So, it is time to hang up the keyboard
And pick up a completely new chord
Because this time, is my own special time
Either spent binge watching my favourite shows
Or then, going down the memory lane flow
Meaning mostly, digging up old pictures
Of those rare and few memorable fixtures
Where time was spent in a more favourable place
Where seemingly nothing changes and time still stands
Alas, I am talking about the summer, or rather those few days
Where the sun and the sea, were totally in sync
Showing all kinds of blues off the waves blink
Sitting by that seashore, without any kinds of chores
Well, those days are certainly missed
Now that the darkness slowly starts to piss
On this otherwise solemn and organised daily bliss
But hey, it’s the weekend, so, no more wallowing spent
On the old memories of summer days gone by
Because we all know, time flies
No matter if you are having fun or not
Or even if it is really cold or painfully hot
Enjoy the day, no matter what
Friday, or hey, even a damned Monday
Those can all be, some kind of fund days

Happy weekend y’all!