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“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell
Arches and entrances
Blue way, in to the
Ocean waves, an arch way, a portal
To other lands, other places
Walk through it, walk on
The water’s surface, feel the cool blue
Under your feet, that tingling
Sensation, when embarking in to
The great unknown adventure, in to the
Past and into the future
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“I see red, always red” Gun Roswell
Red
The moon dashed across the
Red skies, peaking through the painted clouds
But alas, it had no
Time for shrouds, as it
Wanted to be out loud and proud
Shining through its dark side
It really had nothing to
Hide, not now not ever, even the astronauts
Had made their mark forever
Happily shining through the darkness
Laughing at those who dared to bark
No less but it too
Was open to all different
Types, as it had to hide its
Darker side for an eternity
Visible
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“I see red, always red” Gun Roswell
Red
A slow eve in suburbia
The streets filled with peace as the
Day is ending and inhabitants
Are landing to their dwellings
After day so long, the feeling of
Strong almost gone and the
Time to lay down your
Hair is upon, just look outside, peep
Through the windows and doors
Let nature play this score
And your mind to rest restore before
Laying your head onto bed
Tonight
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“I see red, always red” Gun Roswell
Red
Red around the horizon, does
It mean the sun is setting or
Arising? Does seem so surprising
It looks so neutral and
Red, but do you want to bet
Which time of the day
It really is, without looking
At the clock, and if i tell
You, will it shock you?
Neither
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“I see red, always red” Gun Roswell
Red
There may not be a
Stop sign per say, clearly marking the
Go away, but when you
See it all painted in
The brightest of reds, then take the
Hint, it means no unwanted
Visitors, solicitors of any kind
Will step over to this property and
If that offends thee in
Any way, then hey, that
Is not really a problem for me
So do seek some elsewhere
Please
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“I see red, always red” Gun Roswell
Red
Red berries for breakfast, red
Berries for lunch, maybe even some during
The break time, but none
For dinner, that is the
Spinner, eating only from the other palette
Rich foods and such, but
None too much, because it’s
Good to leave some room for dessert
Maybe even the rec berries?
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“I see red, always red” Gun Roswell
Red
Red is the colour of
The sky when the sun is still
High when it starts to
Set, painting all the clouds
In it’s wake, knowing full well what
Is at stake, fighting its
Way, to stay, when its
Not supposed to remain but give room
To the moon to watch
Over the night skies, until
The time of the darkness is over
And the stars switch positions
Once again, letting the sun
Rule the daily light skies, till such
Time it needs to go
Again
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“Today I am feeling so blue” Gun Roswell
Blue moon
The skies are blue as
Is the mind of a traveler, sitting
Wing side of a plane
Destination unknown, the dreamer looks
Outside the small window, the stars are
Dotting the pale night sky
What ever waits on the
Other side is just a guess, an
Adventure, but for now, content
To look at the soothing
Skies, before the sun rise, it all
Seems calm, before the storm
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“Where’s the honey?” Gun Roswell
Bee keeper
The bee has finally landed
Onto the deck, for some well deserved
Rest, but where’s the honey?
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“Invest in apples, they beat the crap out of doctors” Gun Roswell
Apple invested
I invested in a red apple
Eating it the very first day, then
I went and bought more
Now I have apple in
All formats imaginable, fresh, dried, sauce, jam
No, it’s really no scam
An apple a day, may
Keep some doctors away, but better than
That, they taste real great
Eat the nature’s divine gift
Eat it inside, outside or in the lift
You cannot go very wrong
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