Windmills from the past

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“Good things, always come, in threes, at least, the three tall standing windmills” Gun Roswell

“There is nothing magical to the number of three”
Some one supposedly wise, once told me
But, here is the thing you see, where I so totally, disagree

For a fact, I myself, do know this one simple rule
That good things, or even nice once, come in three for sure
Whether it be, a special on chocolate bars at the store that rule

Or a good series of books and even, the holiday time in weeks
Three, is totally the number that you want to seek
And if for that advice, you want to call me a total geek

Then, so be it, because, well, I simply love, the perfect number three
Maybe, you will too, if you just, take a chance and let yourself it feel
The enlightenment, which this then follows, well, may or may not set you free

But what ever you believe, hear, see, or even do
You so have the power, to do the do and choose
The perfectly rounded and open hearted glue

Yeah, you guessed it, it is so, the number of them all
The belle of the proverbial and even true ball
Number of three, it has the world and even more!

Take a walk long on the outside 

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“Take a walk on the outside, in nature or then just the hood close by, perhaps even the seaside, simply to enjoy the silent moments, on a sunny day, when all the others, have gone the work to slay.” Gun Roswell


Seaside, a long stride, up
The hill and down to the beach
Scenery to be seen, with

Just one scene, nature and
Man made structures, side by side
Hard to divide, growing together

Over the years, soon there
Is nothing to separate them, under cover
From prying eyes, but alas

I am here now and
I spy, before it all disappears in
To the background of nature

Slow boat down the dark river

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“A small boat, taking its time, while slowly moving towards the setting sun.” Gun Roswell

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Take that axe
Off your back
Sit down
And relax
And I’ll bet
A blue sunset
By the seaside
You’ll never forget

The lighthouse on the island

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“It’s a solitary stance, the two huddled together for warmth. But, during the darkest hours, the light will guide those lost at sea to a safe harbour.” Gun Roswell

The light might be the only hope
For those travelling in the darkness on a slippery watery slope
Guidance the one thing the structure solemn needs to do
The weary traveller back on the right path
No hardships endured

Something about ice?

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“Yeah, so the water totally freezes when the temperature hits below 0 degrees Celsius, that is science not fiction. Just like the lakes and ocean surfaces. So, take out your skates and go, get out there for a spin, why don’t ya!” Gun Roswell

The early morning sunrise
Filling the wintery horizon
Across the land and even seaside
In a blanket of frozen ice

Valentine

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“Love myself I do, so, am my own Valentine too!” Gun Roswell

A heart for the humanity
A heart for the world
A heart for the animals
A heart for the hurt
A heart for the lucky ones
A heart for the charmed
A heart for my dear one
You are lots of fun
With your phasers on stun
Got me to unarm
A heart for myself
Heck, I just wanted to be heard
Good Lord, what a nerd!
A heart for all of you
And now, you know what to do
Have a happy Wednesday
Have a happy Friends Day
Hell, even have a happy Valentine’s Day!

The waterfall

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“The cascading waters of the fall, despite the roar, are calming my nerves” Gun Roswell 

The waters of the fall kept going ever downward, towards their inevitable fall, into the pond which from the warm weather would vaporise the droplets to an invisible fume, soon rising into the mighty skies. Filling the clouds until full and then falling back to the ground with the rain brought on by storm quite strong. Ending in the lake or river high up on the mountains where from the invincible droplets would make their way down the water fall once again, thus completing the circle, ongoing forever and ever.

Finest engineering by Mother Nature, rigged for most of our pleasures. The pure vision of power cannot leave anyone watching it sour, not for long at least. And if you are one of the lucky ones, you can try to get inside the wall of falling water and take a nice and long cold shower. Maybe even become like one of the flowers lulling gently on the surface of the splashing waters. Before the day is over these elements would have won you over and then before you realise, this charming setting, might be a difficult one of letting go. But for now, go with the gentle flow, stay in the water, play around like a sea otter, as there is still time.

Blues across the board abroad

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“Looks gorgeous doesn’t it, even if it is all blue.” Gun Roswell

Sailing, into the blue, to cure, all, of my sad blues, unfortunately failing, now continued sailing away, in the blue, as it seems to be eternal, for us, chosen few.

Blues by the Oceanside

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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

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.

Life, never perfect?!?

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“Life is not perfect and neither am I “ Gun Roswell

Every day a pretty smile for the camera
This target requires loads of stamina
Acting, pretending, life is just dandy
Secretly crying, and eating that last piece of candy

Money may be tight, cannot afford the evening light
Eating the neighbour’s leftovers, dug up from the bio trash bin, not such a sin
Living life to the fullest, only to find out you’re the dullest
Watching pictures from friends on the Instagram, basking in the sun of a foreign land

Realising all the best laid plans, went down the drain, with the spring rain
Making up the perfect image, the best produced scam, imagined anyone can
Acting, playing the part, none of the wiser, but you are the biggest lier
Facade so permanent, face turning into stone, sooner or later it will reach your bones

Wake up, before it is too late
Learn, to not yourself to hate
Life is not perfect and neither are you
You thought different, but you are the biggest fool

After all, you are a just a tiny ball, in the worldwide game of pinball
Thrown against the walls, like everyone else, and sooner or later, everyone falls
You can try to stall, play a different song
But none of us are strong, it’s all just pretend