Just another foggy day in July

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“The weather gods don’t seem too pleased with us?” Gun Roswell


If you expected sunshine,
Sitting on a terrace
With a cool glass of wine
And feeling, just fine

Then,
I hate to disappoint
Dearie,
But it seems,
The odds
Are heavily
Against you

The weather gods
Decided their jobs
Was to make you sob

Like the true sociopaths
Bringing on their wrath
Even if you did not need a bath

But soaking wet
Soon you’ll be
If you think
The game is set
Maybe
It is time to flee

Or then

Just forget,
The bummer
After all
It is summer
And just
Another day
In July

Hope

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“There may be hope for us after all” Gun Roswell

Hope

It feels like pink on a grey day
It embraces, and lets you stay
Secure, for a moment longer
Until, you have grown stronger

Under the cloud skies I am sailing

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“There is no good or bad weather, when the need to set sail hits, it just is what it is, and then, you find yourself in a dingy, lulling on the waves on the surface of a body of water” Gun Roswell

Under the cloud skies I am sailing

The weather might be changing every which way, but no matter if it’s snowing, raining or even hailing, the need to go out there, to set sail, the destination never really important as is the feeling of being free, letting the winds of change take you there, as this sphere, has infinite possibilities to explore, even if it’s just hanging in a small boat, in the middle of a home lake.

Grey (it’s Monday after all!)

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“I think you can find all the elements that you can find in great literature in mundane experiences” Harvey Pekar

grey


Grey

Is it a smoke?
Is it a gun?
Is it a pipe?

It does not poke
It’s not even fun
It’s just a hype

It’s a piece of art

Dull grey day – not!

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“All them shades of grey across the skies reflected on top of the water’s surface, what seems like a dull day, it is not that anyway” Gun Roswell

Dull grey day – not!

The view presented when looking out the window seemingly dreary and dull

Rivalling only to the internal feeling of being numb and null

But, when you get right down to it, the nitty gritty, feeling itchy

The good kind of a way, and then wanting inside of the house stay?

No longer an option as the adventurer its head once again will raise

And so, taking the chance of something being out there better 

Heading out the door and into nature

Hello grey! Here to slay so reel me in for something special!

Some kind of season

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“There used to be four seasons, and in between them, a few more, now? Not so anymore.“ Gun Roswell

Some kind of season

The seasons ever changing, is the old adage, some are still using

But in truth, there are few seasons left, even if the almanac would otherwise state

The spring, the summer, the autumn, the winter

Mostly left is the one big ugly grey splinter

The one digging in too deep into each and every life

Making the life as we once knew, a nightmarish strife

Counting the days of beautiful bliss is seemingly easy

Because there aren’t many of those, only ones sleazy

And so, looking out through the foggy window

Comparing the current view to those photos few

Where actually the visual was pleasant, the need to go

Outside for an adventure, just because, wow

Alas, not any more, and that, is a really big bore 

Panodramatic Grey

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“It is a grey day, with lots of rain, but the panorama mode, makes it look much more than plain” Gun Roswell

Panodramatic Grey

The greys soon enough come out, whenever the rain fills up the skies with loud thundery clouds, even if it there is really no sound to be heard, but what we have learnt, is to always carry an umbrella with us, whenever the stormy weathers hit, during this season of s..t.

Daring to adventure outside, even with the rain, so totally loud, makes one feel proud, fighting against the nature, well, at least, the big puddles and those cars driving too close to the pavement, but the cure is simple, only the need to put on some clothing suitable and out there, the above kinds of scenes can be found!

Smog, on the ocean

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“The grey is settling in, even with clear skies above, there is smog, everywhere to be seen“ Gun Roswell

Smog, on the ocean

The ocean supposed to be clear, calm and blue, with the multitudes of the same hue, filling al the areas around, like the land, the skies and even part of the space, but not today, as it all seemed so dull and rather grey.

The feeling given from his faded ray, not sending the vibes usual, and the gloom settling soon in, with its odd spin, the smells neither settling or great and so, leaving some of us wondering, what had happened to the blues, or where we all way too late?

Island Life in Monochrome, when the Sun is none too bright

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“The island life can be, a kind of a strife, at least some times, as it makes none smile, but hey, that is the life, on an island, am I right!“ Gun Roswell

Island Life in Monochrome, when the Sun is none too bright

The low hanging dark grey skies against the tall greyish mountains 

The mood quite dark, without a spark, as is the ambiance, all around 

But there is really no escape, even if you wanted to leave the place

As, after all, you have chosen this small kind of life, on a remote island 

But, when the season is totally right and the sun is shining so bright 

Then all notion for fight and flight completely vanishes, like a dirty dish

As the beaches are so very soft and the skies turn to the coolest blue

Mimicking the waters hues, simply because this colour us soothes

Still, whatever the weather is, or the time of seasonal delight

It does not matter for the true island dwellers, because they will fight

Against all the elements, just to be able to live on their promised land

No matter if it will mostly stay, in the monochromatic colour of grey

Colour to the Monochromatic day

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“Adding a splash of colour here and there, is always good” Gun Roswell

Colour to the Monochromatic day

When the dullness of the total grey
Leaves your mind in an utter dismay
Consider adding a touch of fantastic colour
At least, life will not get any duller!
The pinks, the yellows and reds
Some others may also be the best
But what ever it is
Even a small amount of it will please
So, do not hesitate
It is never, ever too late
To switch your gears from black and whites
To some nice shades of colouring smiles
Follow your instincts
Nothing you choose will stink
The world gone almost psychedelic
When a little colour you let in to it