Beach ward bound on a sunny day

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“Beach ward bound on this perfect day, at least, in my dreams” Gun Roswell

Beach ward bound on a sunny day

When the early morning sun beckons
For a day of total fun I reckon
It’s time to put aside
All the bad thoughts and worries

And outside, take a ride in a hurry
Because this life will pass in a flurry
So better grab on to the existing moment
Stop yourself from being in this torment

Let it all go and listen to the warm wind blow
Then jump on the wagon a steer towards the flow
This day is rare, there are none to spare
Just go there, wherever your mind wants to flare

Spend the day on the beach if that is why our seek
And do not come back until you’ve cut yourself some slack!

“Fun, fun, fun, under the smiling sun”

Open season at the beach

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“The beach, is empty? What is going on?” Gun Roswell
 
 Open season at the beach
 
 Finding an empty sun bed
 On this tine beach end
 Did not seem so difficult today
 What a pleasant surprise, I said 
 As I hauled my weary ass
 Off from the green grass
 
 Into the middle of the sandy beach
 Choosing the best seat
 Laying my fat tired head
 On to the sunny side bed
 Finally enjoying the peace and quiet
 As long as anyone will me let

A sandy beach with lots of blues in sight

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“Come to the beach, we have warm sand and blue waters here, plus, sunshine all day long!” Gun Roswell

A sandy beach with lots of blues in sight

The soft feel, under my hard-felt feet
Almost lulls me gently, to a deep state of sleep
The sea open wide, right there, in front of me
Is so damn blue, it’s like so totally deep

I am not sure if I am dreaming or not
Maybe I should not think about it too much
Since this sensation currency on me
Feels too good to disturb or shake the feel

Going with the currencies wherever this state takes
Not worrying too much if the sensations are totally fake
This may be a memory of something from the past
Or then I simply stepped through a wormhole and ain’t that worth a gasp!

So, for now, I am here, sinking in deeper and deeper
The sand feeling warm as the skies are getting so much clearer
Deep are the blues both in the ocean and above
This is truly the place I have yearned for and now am with utter love

Don’t disturb me, please, while I may or may not be sleeping
This time I am in is gently into each and every poor seeping
I may be floating in mid air, or just sleeping in my bed instead
But what ever this is, leave now and let me here be

A long sunset ride into the night

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“Riding into the sunset, it’s such a cliche, but looks cool in the pix at least!“ Gun Roswell

A long sunset ride into the night

The night falls and time stalls. The soft sand on the beach giving a perfect path for the hard hoofs to thread on making their impressions to last at least a moment before the waves hit the shores adding to the lore. The last rays of the sun trying to catch as moving towards the very west, but that is just the small part of this mission, into perfect bliss. Which we were told does truly exist. And this adventure is about finding out, whether it is the truth or not.

Riding well into the darkness, just as the stars are starting sparkling, feeling like royalty or at least some sort of leisure people. The ride going slow, with several of us in tow, but it’s just the flow of this ride of the night. Catching all those hidden treasures lurking in the dark shadows, as the ride continues towards the sacred meadows, the watery kind, hoping that one place of peace to find, at least on this calm night, where the winds have stopped blowing and totally now flowing with the universe, without reverse.

Life is a beach 

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“Life on the beach” Gun Roswell

Life is a beach 

When thinking that life is a soft and sandy beach
And you’ll do your damnedest to it early on reach 

Then once you get there, to relax and take a seat
You’ll realise, that staying forever might the perfect image bleach 

So, for now, let’s just make a holiday of it
Forget for a while all that daily shit 

Enjoy the ever fading moments of the promised paradise
Before leaving only to return again, at lest that’s the advice 

And after the thoughts are settled
And you have neatly nestled Just dive into the inviting cool blue waters 
And frolic around there pretending you’re a sea otter 

Throw some shade this way!

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“The shade of it all, no matter where you stroll, there is always someone throwing it upon, some of us anyway, giving it freely away, just for the heck of it, even if you did not ask for it” Gun Roswell

Throw some shade this way!

The ever constant thing, even under the scorching sun is this; there will always be a place to find, where throwing some shade will be fine, and that is not just the simple and comforting cover from the burning rays of the daylight we all so like to embrace, not the safety under the parasol kind of a space, but rather, the those ones who will want to harm, anyone really without the charm, with words too harsh to even comprehend, the why’s behind them, unknown will remain

A funky day kind of hanging seat

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“Sunny days can be a lot of fun, if you are in that relaxed hazy kind of mood, but if not, well, then there might just be, trouble!” Gun Roswell

A funky day kind of hanging seat

The weather fine, check.
The sun was shining, check.
All the task done, check.
Car packed and ready, check.
And then it was just to punch in the heading.
Towards the sunny beach side of thing.
And I, I was so totally happy I could sing.

Riding in the car, not to slow or too fast, but wanting to get there as soon as possible was the general idea, as today, was the only day, of total leisure without even an iota of work to do in sight And this fact alone, should have brought out the wide smiles. And so they did and they were, plastered on all the members taking part in this impromptu kind of an outing. Steering to the sunny side of the beach, and the hanging kind of a seat, near the waters edge, where most of us would easily pledge, our own souls for letting us stay near the sooting waves at least for this one special day.

Slow Afternoon

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“Take a load off!” Gun Roswell

Slow Afternoon

Afternoon,
Feeling lazy
Real life, all hazy
Turquoise waters
With no otters
Laying about
Poolside,
No doubt!
No hurries
No worries
Just living
For today
Wishing
I could stay
More
Than a week!

Island life

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“Sometimes, one simply needs a break from it all.” Gun Roswell

Island life

A small Island, perhaps Greece?
A small piece
Of our very own history
Beyond the centuries
The oldest of towns
Considered the jewel of the crown
Alas the soft sunny beach
At your very reach
Ixia, Kamiros or Lindos
A small drive with the bus
Everything you’ll ever need
On the small island of eternal peace

Sunset on an empty beach

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“The sun is setting, no matter if anyone is watching it, going away for the day“ Gun Roswell

Sunset on an empty beach

The beach empty, void, of any kind of life

Not even of the crab, ant or a mosquito kind

Nobody is there, observing the days end

The colours painted across the skies

As the setting sun makes it way to lie

At the bottom of the high seas

Where it during the night time lives

Alas, they are all gone for now

All those enjoying the daily sunshine loud

Only the darkening shadows remain

And so, the sun will be setting

Without an audience to clap

But it does not really matter

As this kind of event happens every day

And maybe, some other night

The sun will its very audience slay