“Something about the colour yellow makes one smile, to forget the vile, and just inhale the scent of spring for a little while.”
“Take a little one step, two step, three step
Then a little spin like this”
The spring is almost here
Snow all but disappeared
Dots of yellow sprinkled around
Soon enough, multiple other colours
Will fill the ground
“Digging up some of the old stuff, mainly pictures from the travels past, as you all now know, that all, is kinda in the past, the travelling part that is, because of, well you know… but one can dream, right?“ Gun Roswell
The cool and blue, and that is the truth as the sun is scorching, so the best place for loitering, really is, inside the cool waters. Digging in there, never coming up, except for a huff and puff, and right back in, diving. Pretending to swim, but really, what I am doing, is letting my old tired body, sink into the balm of that which is, the calming blue water.
“The unicoloured monochromatic construct reaching for the dark skies… could this be built by ancient aliens or simply futuristic humans?“ Gun Roswell
Touching the sky, ever so lightly, and perhaps because of that it is radiating the brightest of lights, even with the material concrete, but it is no more or no less illuminating, reflecting ever so softly, all that pretty light from the above skies.
Some say, it was built by ancients from the very past, built so it would last the testament of time, while others claim in one loud chime, that it just popped up there only yesterday like child’s play, but it does not really matter when or whom it was which structured the building, not painted or guilds, as it certainly is a beacon for us all, standing ever so tall.
So, what remains for us mere mortals to do, is to simply look up and this construct adore, give it the adoration it deserves and bask, bask away in the guiding light as it all blurs, into the surrounding neighbourhood.
“The red chair in the corner of the room, is just begging for someone to sit on it” Gun Roswell
Painted in a bright colour, of red, it was an intent of purpose, to do so, while the old chair was refurbished, as its time seemed to have been over, but instead, someone had a good thought, of making it more all that, to attract, someone to take a load off on it, as a seat in a bright colour, would be quite indistinctive and nice looking for that matter, so it was done, and made to look like a lot of fun, and then placed in there with other chairs, for anyone in need.
Achieving this goal did not take too much, simply some patience, time and a bucket filled with paint, something none to quaint, but rather the flavour of red, and hey, that idea, went quite well, as now, the proud little red chair, there in the corner waits, for anyone to take a seat, and what do you know, it’s now mostly occupied, with tired ones, having a brief respite, and after that short break, and having their batteries charged not just from the sit, but the colour as well.
“Cats like to nap, quite a lot, and that seems to be the only constant in the universe” Gun Roswell
Cats sleeping? In the middle of the day? In the perfect sunlight of a spot? Sounds like something all of us would like in to partake! It’s a most ingenious way of life, especially when you are lucky enough to live in a warm house, then pick and choose your perfect spot and take the nap without any doubt. Indeed, a life so perfect and without much stress, simply sleeping without caring any less of the going ons off of the world around, simply dreaming while in a sleep sound. And hey, who could blame them, as this is the most efficient way of spending a day!
So, Hoomans, why not follow the example, of these furry felines, who are not lying, when the are lying as it were, snoring and dreaming and all of that scheming going on? Perhaps, but who knows what goes on in the mind of a deep sleeper, so do the best thing, and find the best spot, maybe not on the floor but wherever more comfortable imaginable, then take a load off, and dream away the day. After all, life, is supposed to be a dream, right?
“There is art and there is art and then, there is something else” Gun Roswell
The stacked and colour filled objects
Adorning the shelves with so many toppings
Artwork or mundane things for grabs?
That is, surely, for the onlooker to assess
Magically appearing and disappearing
The selection never the same, but alluring
Things made for the sake or art?
Or just for the sake of the outlook, so very smart
Stuff made from metal, glass or plastic
Containing something to drink or eat
The cover maybe more desirable than the content
But buying is as easy as it is tempting
“Some kind of a tower, of power, and some clouds, with the nature’s own thunderous force reflected, to the surface of the waters“ Gun Roswell
The colours might vary, from coolest of blues to the green scale of the spectrum, but it is all okay as they are inside the pallet of that which is blue, so do not me sue, when you see the two pictures with the similar but different hues.
It just might be real life, memorex or then simply, something done with a computer installed application of the photographic kind, but whichever it is, just, don’t insist, for me to give a way the very secret!
“Those who served in the past, with little or none in compensations and with too much to do, never a moment to their own, only a resting place in the end” Gun Roswell
The young woman stood there, by the door, not sure whether she could step inside, onto the floor, after all, she was there only for one purpose, to serve, the family, those who would have her, a labourer for the day, working for minimal wage.
She wasn’t educated by any means, but what she lacked in knowledge, she always managed to compensate with courage and hard labour, never the one to shy away from any given task, no matter how hard and long it would last.
When the working day was done, staring in the early morning hours and ending by nightfall, when the rest of the family had fallen, sleep catching, as only then was she allowed to take a rest, for a few hours until the next arriving day break.
This circle of her life went on for years to come, until she was finally done, getting a proposal from the farmer’s son and off and married she was, not her goal in life, but way back when, this was how a woman’s life was spent… or then again, perhaps, it wasn’t in the so distant past after all?
“to travel broadens the mind, to some extent“ Gun Roswell
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
“Those shady greys are everywhere” Gun Roswell
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
Rantings Of A Third Kind 