“It’s pretty outside, the sun hardly there, but when it shines, all the colours come alive” Gun Roswell
The colourful autumn leaves
Gently in the early morning light heave
Soon it will be eve
And the sun will take its leave
But no need to grieve
Just fall asleep and dream
For soon enough, an other day weaves
“The mood, ever changing, by the day, by the hour, even by the second, as yes, I am really that moody!” Gun Roswell
The mood of the day
The mood, something which sometimes, really should, not be effecting anything, but unfortunately, more often times, it goes completely out of control, like it totally has a mind of its own and during those times, well, not even a smile will get you off the hook, when a great big booboo had been left out of the locked hideaway, deep inside the mind’s eye, and even acting all quiet and nice with a great big wide smile will cover for the mood swings and the following rough words flying out the pit of the stomach and right through the big mouth and this is where it all goes totally south, as everything said will always sound too loud and so, there is really nothing making one feel proud, the moody blues, will make you totally lose your dignity and whatever else, and so, thanks to the mood swaying every which way, there is no use in one place stay as nobody wants to see those kinds of things happening, the moods soon unwrapping your true self, but in the end why dwell, we all use those moods as an excuse for bad behaviour, and so, let them all out, even if totally loud, as sometimes most of us need to not behave.
“The clouds are gathering in the skies, but that is not always a bad thing“ Gun Roswell
Cloudy and calm for the right reasons
The clouds might bring storm and rain, sometimes to the point of pain, but sometimes, they are good for cover too, shading from the extensive sunshine, when all you want to do is to quit the eternal smiling and be in a mood of grey, and having those clouds up there is a good as reason as any, to become a moody and broody someone with chips on their shoulders and doing lots of complaining, because nobody is able to act like a little miss sunshine for ever, as there just has to be a lever to be able to pull down.
So, bring on them clouds, in the cool and calming grey colours do us shroud, as often times, we need a little darkness, a little dampness and a little neutral hues in our lives. Because all the brightness of all the incoming messages from around the world getting totally smaller, the continued race of becoming shinier, newer and better, well, it’s all fine for a short while, but the constant running and being on the edge, will eventually lead to the ledge, and wanting to jump? Well, too much smiling might just cause that to happen to pause your life for a moment and look up, the clouds are here, to… cheer you up?
“There’s a lot of blues out there, just join in and start singing your own blues, it’s that simple and quite cool too!“ Gun Roswell
Blue is the colour of the haze in this place
The early morning hues seem to be full of all kinds of blues. But only the good kind in a sense that they were out there colouring the skies, the seas and the overall feel. But none too blue, only the cool kind of hue. As the mist then causing a funky kind of a haze on top of the setting of the place, wherever it may lay, and soon enough, it too is becoming one with the blue. But it does not really matter, as the cool and calming shatter of all them blue hues in one smooth mix of a scene in the early morning hours only to be seen. And if you yourself feel like singing some kind of a blues, well that is simply alright too, as whatever the thing is which will inspire the artist in you, then nobody is judging here, in this state over in the hazy side of the blue. So be cool and be totally blue!
Posted in the Daily Post: Ambience
“The past becomes a texture, an ambience to our present”
Paul Scott
Night Fall
Standing tall
Before the night fall
Trying to stall
One minute more
Before the darkness
Consumes it all
Posted in the Daily Post: Ambience
“The past becomes a texture, an ambience to our present”
Paul Scott
Autumn Leaves
The colourful autumn leaves
Gently in the early morning light heave
Soon it will be eve
And the sun will take its leave
But no need to grieve
Just fall asleep and dream
For soon enough, an other day weaves
Posted in the Daily Post: Ambience
“The past becomes a texture, an ambience to our present”
Paul Scott
Holiday Dreams
Under the palm tree
Feeling totally free
Never mind
The thirty odd degrees
Posted in the Daily Post: Ambience
“The past becomes a texture, an ambience to our present”
Paul Scott
Frozen Lake
The set-up, looking quite fake
With all these, frosted snow flakes
Covering, the frozen lake
It may be a cliche
This, wintery display
But allow me to explain
Then you decide
If this scenery of open wide
Is something you find
Enchanting
Posted in the Daily Post: Ambience
“The past becomes a texture, an ambience to our present”
Paul Scott
Sunrise
Sunlight reflected
On the waters neglected
Coolly, projected
Posted in the Daily Post: Ambience
“The past becomes a texture, an ambience to our present”
Paul Scott
Misty Morning
Early morning
Mist adorning
This little town
For most, unknown
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