“I may be old, but I am still useful” Gun Roswell
Still useful
Old and crooked, wrinkled and busted
Weathered, and certainly not functioning like I’m supposed to have lasted
But a fresh coat of paint, a few pretty flowers from the bench
And voila, I am serving a new purpose
Out here, for everyone’s enjoyment
“I prefer the darkness, but I love the light” Gun Roswell
Shady side of me
Sometimes the brightness gets too much
My skin aching from a ray of lights touch
Running for a cover, anywhere to stay, to simply, get away
Finally, finding, my preferred place, in the darkened, cooling, shade
“It’s not always a sign of a saint” Gun Roswell
Halos on discount
I may be wearing a halo, at least some days when I am feeling low
Thinking of all the good deeds done in my past, but this feeling will not long last
I am sinking so fast, my crown of of a halo
Soon will be the only thing surviving the blast
But the waters soon will calm down
And on the surface floats, my well earned halo crown
“It is so blinding, I need shades” Gun Roswell
Blinding
Light, bright light!
Yet, so perfect and fine
All I want to do, is to bask, under it, all the time
But alas, blinding it is
Luckily, I got shades on me!
“You’ll always need at least two tools” Gun Roswell
Two Tools
A shovel and an old school bike
Two tools, you may need for work
Or even, if you plan to go on a strike
Useful things with which you’ll never falter
Even if your life may drastically alter
It is fun peddling to any near of far location
And if you need a tool or a weapon
The shovel will be handy in any occasion
Old school useful things are the best
No need for electricity or other kind of stress
Use them both wisely, never have to think twice
And as you down the road with you bike and shovel rush
Everyone will wave and maybe get a few smiles
“Let’s try to see the world in black and white today” Gun Roswell
Monochromatic Madness
Today I see everything, in black and white
Why?
I just guess I was too tired, to argue, what is wrong and what is right?
And the n finally, giving up the eternal fight:
Of constantly proving, that other colours do exist
But, that you, just have to, really let
Them inside of your own, tiny and closed world
And then completely, in to the colours get hurled
Because, building up a view, of two colours only
Might end up being, a scene much too lonely
But if you are willing, to sink in there boldly
Then, whenever you find yourself, in total dismay
You just might end up, seeing all the shades, of grey
The nuances of the monochromatic
Some of them, are oh so dramatic
And soon, you realize, it’s not so bad after all
It’s actually quite the opposite, even fantastic!
So, I guess, when the two or more colours mix
A gorgeous pallet of various shades does exist
And it’s all, going to be really, really great!
And that’s what matters after all, in the end!
“Dreaming in black and white”
Windowsill
Photographic portraits from yester-year
A view to die for, or kill
Dreaming, it’s all in Technicolor
“Take a ride on the wild side” Gun Roswell
Wild Ride
Ride on the Rails
Ride on the train, in the high lands of Spain
A tiny trolley car, on its own traveling so far
Up to the mountains seen in the front
I start to consider how it really can pull of this stunt
Moving forward huffing and puffing
As there really is no chance to be backing
So, here I sit, enjoying the none to smooth ride
My poor derriere, on the seats is starting to slide
Back and forth, up and down
My smiley face nothing but a frown
But hanging on to the edge of the seat
No, not me, why would I admit defeat
I have come a long way to enjoy this place
Choosing this choo choo train train might have been a mistake
But I am on it now, and enjoying it somehow
Until the bitter end, but where else would I this time spend?
Finally reaching the very top
Nope, this trip was certainly not a flop
The view is completely gorgeous and totally magnificent
Ain’t I so glad to have time on this journey spent?
”Everything was so much better in the good old days!” Gun Roswell
Olden Days
Telephone Call
“Phone home!
Phone home now!
Me T phone home right now!”
If that was a movie, it would most likely be boring
Sending all the audiences, to a deep state of snoring
But when, once again, the old bell rang
And answering the old school calling device
Turned out to be really nice
An experience from yester-year
Talking to the large receiver
Was a sensation so extreme
Only concentrating on talking
To the person on the other end, not stalking
Any facepaper, instamessage or twatter
Not even once able to read any chatter
Taking the time
Just to talking was no crime
And actually, getting to know
What the other person told
Smart phones can be cool
But for real live person to person phone calls,
Try once more to go old school!
”Everything was so much better in the good old days!” Gun Roswell
Olden Days
In Transit
On the narrowest of street car rails
Setting clear for forward to “sail”
The silent prayers, and fingers crossed, that nothing will fail
But feeling lucky to have found this transport
As it’s rarity compares only, to the finding of the holy grail
The old car shaky as it rests on so many crooked wheels
Still, this genuine, good old time feel
To me and my travelling companions on so many levels appeal
The loud creaky sounds, and then, the clickety clacks
Soon filling the insides of and bouncing off the tracks
But, there definitely will be no lack
Of excitement and adventure, nor looking back
As the forward momentum keeps us pushing
Most likely because there is no reverse, so let’s keep on rushing:
“So, onward, ever upwards and once more to the breach!”
(No, those were not the words to seek, this is a completely different franchise, an I advise to keep this a simple and straight forward piece!)
“Look out the windows,
First to your left, then to your right
As you can all see,
This really is the life!
An experience coming to you once
(if you have money, then twice or more)
So, enjoy the view, and, with your mouth closed chew
And when the car stops, please make sure to embark!”
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