“It’s an architectural puzzle” Gun Roswell
Not saving any ink
Painted pink
The house stands tall
Winter, Spring, Summer and fall
In the harbour
From port to starboard
The Triptych
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The silent stones which can tell it al
“It might be written in stone, but as long as you can read it, then totally do!“ Gun Roswell
The silent stones which can tell it all
There is hidden wisdom, right there in plain sight, written on the hardest of stones
By those who lived their very lives and have eves since gone beyond the rim forth
Wherever you look, the piles of discarded stones from that past, the words were carved
Perhaps by poor artists starved after having their say, right there, out there, on display
But if you choose to read said writing, and take it to your heart, well, it is really up to you
The choice to follow the perhaps wise words, from those gone before, maybe you should
Because history always keeps on repeating itself, and learning from the past mistakes
Well, you might be better off with the knowledge what did go wrong so long ago
And then apply to your current day life and if you are lucky enough, maybe, you won’t
Be the one to stumble up front, rather the one surviving the bad times and beyond
Just saying there are wise words out there written in stone, so read them, you cannot go wrong!
White and the shadows
“The contrasts between light and shadow, black and white, darkness and bright are quite breathtaking” Gun Roswell
White and the shadows
The starkness of the non coloured smooth surfaces, the edges and points of the darkening shadows, causing spikes of interest in the corner of the onlookers eyes. The plain fields filled with nothing and also everything, even with the lack of colour, only the changing of light making the non permanent fixtures wherever they strike. And, for the careful observer, there is much more there than that to be found, as the patterns hidden slowly start to emerge from the top to the ground, and sometimes even surge up from all the levels never reachable until visible with the changing of day and night.
The continuous struggle, the fight of coming to life, whether a shadow or a blip of light, continues on the walls of eternity, for those whom seek to see, as without the struggle there would be no light nor shadow, simply a whole plain of greys, but then again, maybe some of us could find the nuances and structures inside those planes as well. It is simply the matter of searching and then finding out what those are, as it really is, mostly art and that is a good start.
Stand alone
“Solemn, alone, in the middle of nowhere it glows, in the deepest of darkness, while in the daylight, a mere shadow remains“ Gun Roswell
Stand alone
For the safety of others, it never bothers to ask the why
Why it is standing there all alone
Alone in the day, alone in the middle of the night
The night so dark it will be the only light
Light for those looking for their very path
Path never ending, only time there to be spending
Spending all alone until the very ending
Ending cycle of being all alone
Alone at the end of the pier it stands
Stands always and forever, alone
Old barn holds its own charge
“The ancient looking barn, might look a tad worn, but it’s still in charge, storing treasures on the inside?” Gun Roswell
Old barn holds its own charge
It may look somewhat, run down, but before you frown, just take a look inside, because it looks totally fine, and as to the why this is so?
Well, it might just be, because it was all refurbished, well, just a tad, nothing too rad, just the inside modernised and the outside left as it once was.
And so now, the lesson learnt, which is even old school dwellings can be turned, to liveable quarters and more, just because, tearing down something beautiful, is never a good option.
An alien looking construct
“The unicoloured monochromatic construct reaching for the dark skies… could this be built by ancient aliens or simply futuristic humans?“ Gun Roswell
An alien looking construct
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.
A Tower of a House, but a Cafe
“The tall slim building, sits on top of the hill, but not just any old structure, but a cafe, of sorts“ Gun Roswell
A Tower of a House, but a Cafe
The angle quite strange, the house, top heavy, but sturdy just plenty, as it has lasted for hundreds of years, having been hauled over from some other place.
And so, here it stands, in all its beauty, and all its glory, the old house, refurbished as a home, but also, a place of business, for those venturing to the historical island, and after some walking, become rather thirsty.
The cafe as the house doubles as, will give the weary traveller plenty, of options including the steaming dark liquid, but pastries and other delights.
Feeling somewhat peckish? Thirsty perhaps?
Step in, take a load off and enjoy the ancient ambiance!
Abandoned, not forgotten
“The houses of the past, made to last, except they were abandoned, by those who lived there, and no longer want them” Gun Roswell
Abandoned, not forgotten
Those pesky old homes, without a the glitter or domes, abandoned they stand, without any helping hand, refusing to go down, to crumble, because they were made to last, even if those dwellers did not last, rather past by, the houses not nye, and so, leaving to their own devices, to die in the process, but refusing to do so, only waiting, dormant, for some other kinds of beings for there to stay.
The stairways lead, up, up, up!
“There is just something inherit about wanting to go ever higher, nothing seems to be high enough, but these stair will take you there, at least, somewhere close by“ Gun Roswell
The stairways lead, up, up, up!
Up, up, ever upwards, towards the highest of skies, or at least, a place, where the sun shines, towards the tallest peek, to find whatever it is that you seek, forever and now, always trying to get more higher than before, that is the only goal, as what else is there, except the thrive to get to the spot where everyone else is below?
Up on the windowsill
“The old buildings with the mysterious windows are inviting to peek inside” Gun Roswell
Up on the windowsill
Eyes spied, an intriguing window, just up there on the wall off on ancient building, filled with so much history but also something of a mystery, as there inside of the very building ,could be hidden something very unique and special, at least, in your imagination if you really let it run totally wild, just like back in the day you were that small child, never afraid to explore the great unknown, even if told not to.
And, if you go with that fantasy, where the truth is never quite revealed, then imagine all the wondrous possibilities of what just might be hidden inside the walls bordered by the mysterious windowsills and reflections of those secrets painted across the glass, is an opportunity the curious mind die not want to pass, never mind if you never try to enter the inside, simply rely on that mind and let the big adventure begin.
So, do not be afraid, simply go to that pleasure stage, and take the first peek, inside of that window there up on the sill, get your fill of the magical quest, and maybe if you want, share with the rest of us, what it was you found there inside
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