Water Painted

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“The sounds of splashing water, reminds me, of summer, days spent by the seaside, watching the waves coming to shore“ Gun Roswell

Water around splashed, as the blurry projectile, into the cooling waves dashed
It wasn’t officially, the season for any kind of water games, but it was all the same
For the adventurous crusader of the elements, taking the plunge without hesitance
The others would just have to wait, the fire, the wind, even digging in the dirt
As the inviting liquid, no matter what state it was in, cold, hot, stormy or even
Tornado level tsunamis leaving, the ever venturing object of a body heaving
In anticipation of the varied feelings, when playing among those alluring components
Made by free, well, almost, by nature itself, a long time ago, so, even if exited
Just try to take it slow and enjoy, all the waves possibly caused, while diving in
There is no loose or even a win, just a moment of fun, while riding ever so high
On the tall waves of the splashing waters, frolicking around with the sea otters
And after all that needed to be done, for the fun, the adventurer will return, home

The seating with the blues

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“The weather is quite blue, the skies, the ocean all in the same hue, so why not a seat too!” Gun Roswell 

The seating with the blues

The day started under signs of calming and wonder, as the skies indicated nothing but blue hues all the way, reflecting the mood, if not so down, then at least no up or downward frowns, only thoughts of could be’s and what if’s in the mind, as good days or positive thoughts seemed to have been hard to find, at least lately, despite the calm of the surrounding blue to be found most times, as the blues was the constant for most days.

So, on this day, taking a chance, without too much of a stance, as resistance usually was on the futile end, as said, most days, behaving more like a Borg drone than anything else was the mode of operandi. Still, today it all seemed somewhat different and up beat even on many levels, because today’s promise of sunny day, under the shade and in a remote seat, in the colour of blue, was the premise made to lure out there, outside of the house.

So, headed out, without, further doubt, heading set to the destination coordinates and with that in mind, setting aside all fear, content on getting to the blue hued seating area soon enough and then enjoying the day without further though of being out there, fear gone, disappeared to the soothing, of blue.

The cat with the blues

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“The cats too can feel the blues and then sing it out loud” Gun Roswell 

The cat with the blues

The furry and fluffy and alway happy friends of ours, the felis catus, the domestic cat, homey or stray, does not matter anyway, as they may easily give their feelings away, even more so than their hooman counter parts, and when they do, they too, will sing the blues, and they will do it any time it will them suit.

So, when you hear the tones of the song, with a hint of an off key drawl, filled with lots of sadness echoing across the long and narrow allies, rest assured, those are the cats of the hood, yours, theirs, no one’s, all of them meowing the same tune, that of the sorrow filled blues.

And before you threaten to sue, just look into your very own self for that specific blue, because all of us have it, most likely buried deep inside, forgotten, denied, even to the others lied, but it’s there and if you like, you too may let it all out, join the crowd, of felines yodelling out loud, and soon enough, the feelings have passed and the songs of sadness have released the laughs, all simply fine, no sin or crime.

Red Sun

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“The early morning sun, well, put your eyes on a setting of stun, because it’s going to be, quite red!“ Gun Roswell

Red Sun

It looked like it was on fire, the burning hot ball of lava, alas this was no such thing, rather an extraordinary rise of the very sun it self, something in the colour of burning hot fire-engine red.

The spectacular vision not for the timid though, as this is no simple show, taking a lengthy number of seconds ticking by, and if your eyes are able to spy, never directly into it looking though, something mystical and magical you will experience.

As only once in a life time, can you see the red  hot rising sun.

The ever changing hues of the skies 

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“The colours of the skies are changing constantly, depending on the mood of the weather gods” Gun Roswell 

The ever changing hues of the skies 

The morning hours, darkness the prevailing colour of the overall space, but as the constant, nothing of the same hue remains for too long and as soon as the clock hits sun rise, even without the bright ball itself taking a hold of the globe, the darkness soon fading, making way to the shifting light colours, from possible fiery reds, to calming blues, depending on the forecast of course. So, soon enough the horizon sometimes rough and grey, won’t long that shade to be staying, as the light filled hues of all the blues are making their place in the daily space of the skies above. Sometimes filled with varied shapes and sizes, calling them clouds, fluffy or strong, they might just stay there a moment, filled with rain and storm, but those too soon will pass and then it is time to prepare for the nightly shades, the oranges, the reds again, as the setting of the sun might just appear. Hanging there a moment for all those gawkers enjoyment, before heading to rest, and the best pale moon light will take over, the darkness once again present, but completely changed because of the small shiny rock and its companion stars, because Mother Nature is nothing if not smart.

The cat in the blue 

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“Whatever colour they might just come in, the cats are always great to me” Gun Roswell 

The cat in the blue 

It sat there, proud of being the colour it was of course, the cat in the middle of the courtyard, dressed all in the colour of blue. It wasn’t a simple suit it had chosen, rather a bold statement of not being one of the dozen. Rather a fully realised person of the feline kind of their very own, with individual thoughts and tastes and whatever it takes to make that special case setting it part from the others.

So, the  cat out there sat, waiting for its pose to arrive, as it was clearly party time, for the weekend had just begun and that meant the same thing for these felines as the hoomans too, which was having some fun. The backyard of the house, was soon starting to fill with all them partying cats dressed up real nice, as their host, the cat in the blue suit had been someone them all to inspire. And so, as the hoomans kept a keen eye, on the partying cats outside, they could not help but admire, the well dressed felines making them all smile

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

Olden Days I four

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”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!

Olden Days I three

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”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!”

Olden Days I two

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”Everything was so much better in the good old days!” Gun Roswell

Olden Days

Rustic

It may not be too chick
Even if it’s turning its other cheek
A cottage one could call rustic
Someone else would say quite busted
The wooden walls, soon to fall
Windows leaking, sometimes shrieking
Noises never heard
It inhabitants may disturb
But it’s always been in the family
So, giving it up, is not so easy

Maybe a new coat of paint
Will cover at least some of the stains
New doors and windows
Will prevent the wind blowing
At least indoors
The kitchen sink, which always stinks
Washing it up, may stop it
For a while at least
It all seems to be at peace
Until the next time then,
When,
Something is breaking down!