“Always watch out, and be on the look out, heightened state of alert, as something will always fall down!” Gun Roswell
Achtung! Attention!
There is always a kind of danger out there Lurking, waiting, wherever you will dare to venture But there is no need to get discouraged Especially if you ate your plate of porridge In the early morning before heading to the office Because it will give you special kind of powers And the streets you can walk for many hours Without any kind of fear of being run over Or getting hit by some force never seen before So, when getting to the store, buying some milk Or maybe even coffee, the taste being totally silk Do not worry, rather walk with a jive step forward Even to the bus stop, move like you wanna rock As the danger is an illusion, a fear from the past And so, with that in mind, well, move along fine But hey, just in case, take with you an umbrella It might start to rain!
“There is just something about a red painted bike. Perhaps the colour is a warning for those to step back as the sleek vessel slides across the streets” Gun Roswell
Red and bikes
There are so many to choose from, standing there, in the row, two wheeled rides made for the fun of riding around in the city centre wide. But they are mostly the same, part from a missing wheel or other possible dent, so no matter which one you choose, your few coins you won’t lose.
Motorised is the way to go, when the feet are taking it too slow, to peddle around in a the crowds, as the uphills might be a battle and well, even if the sweating would not really matter, it’s better to ride with an electronic device if your own too feet won’t want to carry its kind.
So, it might be discarded, then again not, as maybe this place is simply the parking slot for this small bike in red, as the owner had to go to bed? But, if you are daring to lend it for a short ride, please leave a note or something, to remind the keeper of the bike, it will be returned, just where it was found, right there on the ground.
“The colour so bright, this thing, totally, caught my eyes!“ Gun Roswell
The Red Trike
The painted fire red engine colour shining across the grey a monotonous basement of a parking lot, and it really wasn’t that difficult to spot, that totally gorgeous vehicle of a thing parked across a few dull looking four wheeled drives, so guess this tiny thing, just wanted to survive, the looks given by those big ass bullies, mocking its very existence, while missing a wheel, for instance.
“What the hell kind of a car are you anyway?” One suburban, one the larger side, with its wheels ever so large and wide asked, the tiny thing, huddled away now, in the corner to stay while, its driver was doing the shopping for the weekend, and some time away from this small trike spend.
“I am a trike, but weather proof!” The red vehicle replied, trying that, with a small smile, after all, this was its first time ever, in a great big mall, and to be honest, it really did not like at all, the banter, or rather hate talk, from all the others around there, giving it the scare.
“Oh, a trike huh?” A regular size car, commented, with a snarl, “Where does your owner, get to put all the haul, which they will most certainly have on them, as they come down from the shops.” It stated snidely as if it had some kind of revelation widely unravelled. “There is no real trunk or any kind of other place to put on all that junk, they will most certainly have scoped out, from all them shops and then bought, surely you can see the dilemma and the irony, of being such a tiny, tiny thing, despite the red armoury?”
The red trike thought for a moment, then with a loud huff and puff, it extended out its sides, making the body of it ever so wide, but with a large smile, a bit of an evil one at that, the red trike, showed off its assets quite nice, as the two, quite big tubes appeared, and as the very lids of them sprung open, the others, those even with snide remarks, could see now, clear as day, that this small trike, had a lot more on display, than what the spying eyes initially had seen.
“What do you think about my trunk now?” The red trike barked out, “Plenty of room for stuff and such, and even the rider, has leg space enough!”
No further comments were heard from the floor, as the vehicles just shut up and all their doors, as mocking such a tiny little red thing, seemed to have been a good pass time, before their owners would bring, all their shopping, filling the spaces and then some more, indeed, the little red trike, was the winner of them all, on this grey looking and dull day, at the shopping mall, then making sure the owner had plenty of space for all the stuff bought and maybe even some delicious s’mores.
“The Autumn is the most colorful season a pix snapper could wish for, as nature is positively glowing with brightly hued shades of all reds” Gun Roswell
Burning brightly with all kinds of reds
The fall of summer, did not turn out to be a bummer after all, as all the great colours, came out for the ball of a festival, arranged special, to celebrate the turning of season, surely a very good reason to do just that. After all, wouldn’t anyone get a tad bored, of all the green in control, over the whole of the summer, and it seems, they still are trying to hold on, despite the colder weather having a grasp of the nights long at last. But, that does not really matter as the fact of it is, that one without the other won’t exist, but, they cannot do so, all at once. So, in the natural order of things, each of them will have to take turns when they will their arias sing, as the cold blues and whites will own the winter time, the greenish tints starting from spring until summer and when the autumn finally falls, all the fiery best are released as the harvest feasts, turn all of nature to a mild wild fire of reds. And that is the joy of the season of fall.
“A red seat? In the middle of the field? What in the world is going on in there?” Gun Roswell
Red seat in the middle of nowhere much?
The red colour immediately spotted, like a big bold dot it was, setup in the middle of the green grass, against the solid and a totally dull painted wall, guess, someone thought it would be a blast, and the joke would sometime at least last.
But, getting past that single fact that it might have started as a prank, and then really thinking about the possibility of having a cool coloured respite in the middle of such ugly shit, well, that might just turn out to be the much needed hit!
So, try it out, and if you feel it’s perfect for your derrière, the fit, the colour, the comfort, even the ambiance, then do give out a shout, as others might enjoy this perfect seat out here in the middle of the field, set against the old wall, which will never down fall.
Because the red spot out there in the middle of nowhere much, can so totally be seen from far away, even from space and hey, that is the best advertisement for to pay.
“The blue meets the red at some point in time, at least, up there in the high skies“ Gun Roswell
The blue sea and the red sky
It’s mostly in the coolest hues of blue, reflecting the same sooting emotions and shades onto the surface of the calm of the waters until the very edge, but sometimes even changing colours while raging in the shades of many kinds of greys.
But, when the night fall is upon, and the day is finally done, a streak of the most bright and colourful light will appear there in the midst in the very mix, which is nothing like the calming and mundane blue, rather in the colour of fire or rage, making it totally red.
It is certainly a spot, which will make you look, even if you simply love the sedative of the scene without too much of change in colour. But, this one, is a fiery one and it will only be there, for the fading moment and poof, it will be gone, until maybe dawn?
And when the bright spot of the day is gone, you do not have to be alone, as the blues and greys will always remain, shrouding you well into the night, without any fright.
When the mundane Monday raises its grey and dull head Why not sprinkle some fun and colour up in the air instead Maybe put some deep red on an old house Otherwise sticking out like a sire louse
Even paint the barn door In the colour most of us adore And when completed all them upgraded and some leftover paint remains Head on, to the garden and slap on a coat of smarting Onto, the tiny windmill, always giving the chill, even warning When the wind blows or then if it sometimes storms So, now, definitely going strong Simply because, red, has the perk on This mundane Monday, not any more glum But really starting to be fun!
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware” Martin Buber
Red-Velo-Bike
When you really feel like Your feet might be on a strike Then, just hop on a Velo-Bike It is such motorized fun Under, the warming sun No, this is certainly not any kind of pun Just you dare to ride, ride, ride Your borrowers and red, Velo-Bike
“I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.” ― Tana French, Broken Harbor
Simply, Red
Simple, should be the word Yet so easily slurred But, for any kind of mundane day When all the colours, are just grey Then with one simple touch of red You will be, unravelling, the thread
“Where there is a sparkle plenty, there must also be, a roaring fire, eventually” Gun Roswell
Red Flames
A sort of a sophisticated device Landed, on the top of the table so fine And then, without too much of an advice I started staring, in to those flames so stable, and oh so very alive The warmth of the dancing red life Got me thinking firstly, but eventually, I got comfortably tired And then, with a huge, content smile I fell into a slumber, all the while The fire kept on burning, but there was no dire Only comfort of the slightly roaring fire Letting me gently sleep and dream, of all things nice Until it was time to move along the isle
Rantings Of A Third Kind 