“I see that it is by no means useless to travel the wide world,
especially if you keep your eyes, mind and heart open for the new experiences” Gun Roswell
Brazil revisited 1
In the deepest of rain forests, in Brazil
You can most definitely feel, the eternal thrill
Especially when sailing down, the river Negro
Quite, as the great unknown of an incognito
And then, a glimpse of the dolphins
With surprise of a raise, of the endorphins
“Fall colours in black and white! How odd!” Gun Roswell
Monochrome Magic (3)
Hiding leaf
A half rotten leaf
Hang on to the tree
So strongly willed
That even the chills
Of autumn weather
Could not breach the tether
As strong as the mighty oak
It was grabbing on
Some said, it was a joke
Nothing could survive
The circle of life
“Well,” said the lone leaf
“In your face Mother Nature,
Serves you to let your hatred
Leashed onto a poor piece of dying matter
But now I am finally striking back at ya
So, deal with it,
For I ain’t taking shit
I’ll be here
Way until next year!”
“Fall colours in black and white! How odd!” Gun Roswell
Monochrome Magic (2)
Berried treasure
On the strongest of tree branches
A bunch of free range berries launching
Their planned dive, several feet high
Plunging into the ground below
With sounds loudly thundering
Making the earth tremor and wondering
Wether an earthquake of a great magnitude
Hit the surroundings without prelude
“I tend to write every single day, even more so, when I am on the road, travelling” Gun Roswell
Lanzarote island revisited 2
Lunch time, feeling hungry, as travelled all day long
And for this experience, the need is, to absolutely stay strong
A local salad, on the rocks, and of course, of hot molten lava
Maybe, try to add, into the odd mix, some delicious guava
Then for much, much later, a dessert
And you better make it, a cup of Java
For this here place, is now, our final destination
The goal, for the mind and body, an utter and total elation
Because, on this, fine, fine day, we will have lots of fun
On this, oh so remote island, born ages ago, of the sun
“Contrasting against the ever blue skies, as, the remaining tall structures against the backdrop fly, then, now and forever, they will never die” Gun Roswell
Acropolis revisited, part 5
The skies above our heads, are always so blue
The ground below, soft and of a sandy hue
The rocks of the ruins, which are the building blocks
Now mostly scattered, as about and everywhere they flock
But some of the structures, still remain
Stranding forever tall, reining, on their designated domain
Even the powerful and all mighty time itself, cannot tear down the one
Which this small of a humankind once had so proudly done
Sure, now, the buildings are all mostly in ruins
But that does not matter, as the best winnings
Against time and nature itself, are still very much present
And history, our made history, has once again won without reset
“As approaching the ancient ruins of yesteryear, there is really no fear, simply step inside and let it all enter, your very mind” Gun Roswell
Acropolis revisited, part 4
The pillars still standing tall, reaching towards the skies
Reaching towards those once settling inside the walls
The walls now hollowed by the elements of nature
Nature, who does not care of the past, present or the future
The future, which hopefully will be welcoming our history
Our history now being written alongside the ancient ones
The ancient ones whom built the monuments on which we now
We now stand inside and admire, silently wishing to be part of
Part of it all, as the new ones in the future visit our ruins made
Ruins made out of the dwellings we used to stay in
Stay in our precious homes we too did build
Build to last, alas most likely not as long as the ones here
Here on the top of the mountain talk, the mighty pillars
The mighty pillars from a long ago stand so tall
Tall, and forever remaining here, now and to the future
The future without us, they will see without us
“Travel the world, experience the drama, the horror, the comedy, of real life and then, go to a theatre to see it played out by actors, to get the full picture of the interpretation of life” Gun Roswell
Acropolis revisited, part 3
The old amphitheatre of yesteryear once filled with thousands
Now sits there torn down, a few scattered rocks they call ruins
Once the great actors of their time pranced across the stage
Now only the echos of the voices in there remain
But, you can always use your own imagination
Take a seat by the circular construct without hesitation
And let it run wild and far, until you can see all those stars
Of the times from the very past will arrive with a fancy jive
Thespians doing their shows, dressed up in fancy robes
Reading, sining, talking, maybe even dancing
Soon enough you will be caught in a scene quite fancy
And when the play finally ends, it has been time, so well spent
The daylight now almost gone, as you have sat on the stones
But the events of the history will never be forgotten
As long as we remember and cherish the times both good and rotten
“To travel to new lands, strange places, to review the current life over there, but also the history, which sometimes turns out to be more interesting” Gun Roswell
Acropolis revisited, part 2
The faces from the distant past
Preserved for the present, in plaster to last
The historical figures, such as gods and goddesses
Even some of the more regular folks no less
Were all, immortalized in clay
Their strong posture and pretty faces, to forever stay
For the prosperity to, well, stop by and stare
But hey, this is our history revealed
And if you think about it, indeed
I would not mind getting my own simple face
In concrete, stone or whatever strong to stay
As gorgeous, or pretty, or whatever, as it can, anyway
Because this mug isn’t so great to start with
Still, if it was to happen, goddess forbid
I definitely, and most certainly, would not resist
But that is for the future onlookers to decide
Whether this, well, somewhat uggo face with a crooked smile
Is worth for to write about in all the history books
As to, what really was the common looks
Of this so called two-thousand of a century
As nothing else here, I can see, is too fancy
No alluring wizards or other types, maybe sea hags and such
Definitely no mountains filled with deities in lust
Just some random tech we maybe invented on the run
Some stupid television shows of comedies just for the fun
Anyway, so I guess the message of this little ditty really was
That, hey, history, go see it, it’s a total must!
“To travel to far away lands, even if only in memories, now at hand, is better than the everyday grind, but even in those places, there are little things you can find, to keep away the daily grind” Gun Roswell
Acropolis revisited, part 1
When walking up, the many, many steps, which seem to last forever
Especially in this heat of season in Greece, I suspect, that one equals eleven
But despite the long and somewhat rickety and rocky way up
I know, at the top, there will be a reward as big and might as a duck
As the steps finally, finally end, and, yeah, there is oh so much sweat to spend
It is all quite fine, because some of us (laughs out loud), can turn any kind of water, into wine
So, now, the first thing, you need to absolutely do, is to go check out the gorgeous view
Because even with the preserved old photographic image, nothing beats the live experience
And, please, trust me, when I tell you, that this is all way perfect!
The history and these, well, modern times colliding, in this place always inspiring
And, if you don’t believe me, then maybe, you just make sure to get out here
Yeah, I know, when the time is right, right? Then, run to book a flight!
> To Greece, to Athens, and head up to, the always lovely Acropolis!
“The snows frozen cover, has finally descended” Gun Roswell
Winter Tales 5
Frozen are the leaves in the tallest trees
A thick layer of snow covering the immobile objects seized
by the power of nature, all of the life remains still
And today, not even the sound of wind
disturbs the scenery of the well made art work
Prepared as the Winter season perk
For us mere humans to be in awe and to enjoy
The ultimate hoax, the ultimate ploy
For us to venture into the great outdoors
Even if the heavy wind us right in the face blows
Rantings Of A Third Kind 