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“On a glorious summer’s day, crisscross around the bay“ Gun Roswell
Crisscross around the bay
The day sunny and warm, great as a matter of fact just after the storm. The question remained as to what would be the best way to spend it, as time left now was plenty. The calm between the weathers ever changing and really no time for complaining. The only choice really was to rejoice and pump up that feeling of having some fun out there in the warming sun.
Hitting the beach and finding a small boat so totally sleek. Then jumping right in an d hitting the blue waves, and cruising all day long before the winds once again would get too strong. Crossing the bay and then back again. Like a merry go round only better in so many ways. As it was on the seaside the waters making your smile. And the ride, well that too was quite wild.
In essence the day going fast by as having fun will apparently turn the clocks wind to faster than usual but still, taking a break in the midst of a stormy seasonal shake. Well what could be more greater than crisscrossing around on this small size lake.
“Transforming from a yellow flower to a fluffy sphere, in an instant, without any fear” Gun Roswell
Transformation
The sleeping bud of the flower sprout out to a blooming marvel, to be admired by most but envied by some, as the nature had sprung all that beauty into a single one. A perfect stem of a figure with the tresses of magnificent yellowish gold hue, surely had to be the finest of the selected few! The ohs and ahs hardly ever seizing as the crowds this gorgeous being could not stop pleasing.
Imagine the surprise, when after a while, must have been sunrise, the yellow halo was almost gone and its place a dull, colourless and unappealing shadow of a thing, hardly worth twice looking. Dangling in the surrounding winds, trying to stay a float, but the golden hue of a coat, now totally stripped and what remained, was quite doomed and soon to fade.
But the dying vain of a thing had something very special hidden; the seeds of new budding life as this was only another stage in the life of this creation, despite the appearances of dull and dreary, the insides contained the beautiful sprouts soon to be out and once in bloom again, admired by many.
“The size does not matter, as long as it can be called a boat, a ship or a vessel, even a seaworthy craft” Gun Roswell
Big ship, small boat, some kind of vessel
As long as you can row it, sail it or even have an engine of a kind to power it up snd then get it moving along the water’s surface, you have become a sailor of sorts and that can certainly be said without any loud snorts, as this is all something of a matter of pride, so no use being snide.
It does not really matter what kind o a boat you have, as you are the official bad ass of a captain of your own ship. So don’t let the good weather slip by. Simply put on a huge smile and take that seaworthy craft out for a ride, as you really don’t want your pride and joy to hide, am I right!
So now as you are finally breaking through those waves, enjoying it all ain’t no shame. Keep on moving along the water’s flow until you reach the ends of the earth and then take it slow, so not to fall of the edge as you can never be too sure if there is ledge there or maybe the planet is a big round sphere after all😜
“The buds are changing into something completely different, like flowers and other wild things!” Gun Roswell
Sprout
What on Earth was all the ruckus about, just outside my very own window. It was like someone had stopped there to shout out loud, but why? Was the ground filled with snow? It as spring time and weather was simply fine as it was, so why all the fuss?
After all, it was that time of the year, when the ice had melted away and even the tiniest cracks on the ground, housed a bud or few way past their curfew and were ready at any moment to sprout. But that wasn’t any kind of reason to get too exited as this was part of the cycle of life.
I looked out and realised the shout, wasn’t coming from the outside, but from deep within myself as I had simply realised some things, unconsciously naturally. It was the day of June and all the hay, the flowers, had so totally conquered the world outside and without a doubt, I had now come to the conclusion, it was summer once again and out I too did sprout, just like those buds sleeping only yesterday.
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
A Seat in Town
When out and about on the town
And getting all and everywhere around
There is only one thing
You really wish you had found
A neat kind of a seat
Simply for a while to relax on!
Alas, it cannot be too hard
And certainly too soft
But when you find the right spot
You know you can simply stop
Your wandering around
And stay there all day long!
“Cats are like music: It is foolish to try to explain their worth to those who do not appreciate them”
The Cat and the Girl
Would you look at that!
The girl with the cat
On the sofa, laying flat
No time to chase a rat
No time for a little chat
Not even an eyelid will bat
No time for the internet
Nothing playing on the cassette
Nothing moves, on the chess set
If you want to bet
The only comment you get
“What the heck,
Are you staring at!”
“Take a break, make the time, don’t complain that you can’t and then, head for the nearest beach” Gun Roswell
Day at the Beach
Always working, never resting, making excuses for no time remaining. Only, the most important things in life are not those for which you drive towards. The best and treasured moments are those, when you feel whole, a part of the universe, and those moments can only be achieved by letting yourself be free, at least sometimes. What is an afternoon, or even a day, just being lazy and on the sandy beach to lay?
So, don’t be that fake, explaining you cannot take a break. Just to it and silence all else. Unplug the cords and get out that door. No matter a short walk, hike or even a day at the beach, just somewhere else quickly reach. Even if you say you have not deserved that break and don’t even have a special place. It’s all out there, the free space in the woods, in the yards, you really don’t need to go far. And if you are one of the lucky ones, and find that small splash of water to have some fun in, then hey, what are you waiting for!? Just go already!
“Up the long, long path I go, getting to the very top, only there will I stop” Gun Roswell
Up to the very top of the path I go
The path ahead long and winding, not to mention the steep incline
The task ahead me totally blinding, and I am scared without denying
Alas, the bet was placed, and I so totally hate giving up on a dream
So, maybe just maybe, this road up the hill, isn’t as hard as it seems
Threading lightly, as hurrying would most likely reside to fighting
Of both body and mind together siding and then completely residing
From the hike just now beginning, but I have decided on winning
And against my very own nature now going, brain and body damming
As I put one foot in front of the other, there really is no room for error
One single mistake, a slack step and back into the deep I will fall
Moving on, slowly and gently, thinking back of what went on with me
When I decided to take this stupid bet in the first place and now, I know
It was simply to prove myself a point, that I, could so make it to the very top
And here I do go, and none too slow, step by step, and hey, I am so up here!!
“Look up at the skies, those gorgeous clouds up there can whisper you the most beautiful lies” Gun Roswell
Cloud whisperer
The fluffy soft white clouds high up in the blue skies, will tell you no lies. That is, if you are ready to believe all that which they have to tell you, as the total of truth. But you must also know, that despite their fluffy cuteness, they may be not always be so totally honest, but that does not necessarily mean that what they tell you, is any less. It is completely up to you, what part of their tales you decide to choose, as win or loose, believing in any kind of truth is always a gamble of big stakes with no one to blame. So, listen really carefully all the whispered words, those clouds above you are willing to disburse, and after all of it you have heard, then filter out the blurbs and form the perfect sentence, leading to a very good ending. Then use it as your guideline, when things are going fine, but if they turn to worse, simply reverse the order of all them whispered words and a new guiding line will once again work. At least according to the half truths softly whispered, but somehow loud, by those mesmerising soft fluffy clouds, spinning their yarn of tales all too fine, high up there, in the blue skies. But hey, those clouds cannot be faulted for their good natured actions, as they are mere reflections, of our very own wants and desires, to only hear the half truths and the appealing lies.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 