Painted Cityscape

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“Far, in the horizon, is the city, I yearn to visit, some day” Gun Roswell

Painted Cityscape

From the depths of my very mind
I am an image so hard, trying to find
But I also know, as it is one of a kind
It might be just an impossible task to re-find

A dream painted in the back of my head
When or where was this place ever fed
Scanned, permanently, into my visual cortex
I still don’t know, but I am searching the index

If I had the ability within me, I would paint
The image so totally vivid, and so utterly quaint
But alas, I have to rely on my poor memory
And just hoping, this picture, will never fade

Tableau

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“What wonders lurk behind the walls?” Gun Roswell

Tableau

A painting hanging on the wall
A picture, from something before
An island in the middle of the sea
To this place, where I want to flee

Feet balanced, trying hard not to fall
As I am peeping through the heavy brick wall
Spotting, a peaceful existence, there in the distance
Painted so real, in front of me looks so real

I want there to get
If only these walls would me let
To live on the island so small
Seen, on this beautiful tableau

Faded

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“No matter the cup, coffee can never taste bad” Gun Roswell

Faded

On old beat up, chipped and faded cup i have
The only survivor of a life past and sad
But when i pour that dark and scented liquid slowly in to it
It’s almost as breathing new life bit by bit

The soaring hot beverage filling the cup to the hilt
But the old crockery doesn’t seem to mind one bit
Keeping it fresh and nice until i am able to drink
Being a trusted tool even after all this time
Yes, with this one i really got lucky and keeping in mind
When venturing out next time
And shopping for cheap imitations
Which can never replace, an old sensation