Façades (2)

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“Always keeping up the facade” Gun Roswell

Façades (2)

Blue on blue

Fading, into the bluest of skies
Is, the towering building, ever so high
It’s cool exterior is quite the facade
And whom ever designed it, was quite adverse with the arts
So many floors, so many windows
As to whom lives there, no one really knows
You can go in and find out
By knocking on each door or even shout
“Who are you people living in this cool house?”
And maybe, someone will respond or maybe not
But if you really like the looks of the building
Then maybe, you can try to move in

Façades (1)

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“Always keeping up the facade” Gun Roswell

Façades (1)

Yellow and black on the top

The importance to keep up the good facade
Every season, changing the colour of the house
But keeping up with the camouflage
Is proving to be quite an art
Yellow is a great choice for summer
But the white or light grey is more of a bummer
When preparing for the upon coming winter time
And then there is the dark period
Which may lead the house to rot
But be prepared to paint it quickly
Before the rain and wind start sticking
To the walls and doors, even through the floors
A darkish hue, is the most likely clue
To protect the facade from the elements
Until its time to jump into the greater events

Throwback Thursday 2

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“It’s that time of the week, the time for a throwback, waaaay back!” Gun Roswell

Throwback Thursday 1-2

Blemish and wrinkle free

Ah! I just love those photogenic filters!
What marvelous are them inventions!
The end result, always so slim and fit
Never, ever wrinkly, and certainly not, looking like shit!
Maybe even add a touch of monochrome
And, voila, you really got a great tone!

Throwback Thursday 1

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“It’s that time of the week, the time for a throwback, waaaay back!” Gun Roswell

Throwback Thursday 1-2

These were the golden days?

How was it, way back then?
When all you had, was so much time to spend?
All those big plans ahead of you
Choices to be made, were more than a few

The image, in front of you now, might be a little faded
But did you manage to do, all those things back then stated?

Travel in monochrome 2

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“See the world in black and white, and a few greys too!” Gun Roswell

Travel in monochrome 

When travelling around the world
World, this nice round blue orb you were on to hurled
Hurled, like a whirl wind out of the blue
Blue, as is the colour of the sky’s hue
Hue, derived from the ocean so cool
Cool, as the wind which blows on the sea


Sea, which can be soft and hard at the same time
Time, is what takes you around the planet
Planet so colourful, yet so black and white
White, as the clouds hanging from above
Above, is where I would like to be sometimes
Sometimes, when all I see is grey
Grey, is the colour of this beautiful place


Place, which is at it’s best every single day
Day, when the clouds are raining
Raining, and the world turns to monochrome
Monochrome, so many colours, but only one
One. like this gorgeous place we live on

Travel in monochrome 1

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“Not all is glamorous in colour” Gun Roswell

Travel in monochrome

When all around you is in bright colour
Colour, which also has a pungent odour
Odour, which can be mostly nice
Nice, but when you look at it twice
Twice, may just be two times to much
Much as I love all the bright colours
Colours can also be these three
Three of the neglected ones
Ones which carry quite much
Much nuance as the other ones
Ones which are called grey

Grey and it’s sisters black and white
White is the perfect pristine one
One to co inside with the darker
Darker, darkest, call it black
Black as strong as night
Night, which fades in two grey
Grey which shimmers into all shades
Shades of the monochromatic rainbow
Rainbow with so many colours
Colours which are not visible
Visible to the naked eye at least
Least, just give them a try
Try on them for a size
Size so non existent it slims
Slims and makes you look so good
Good in black and white
White and then even some greys
Greys, which will then fade
Face away

Monochromania

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“I see a bunch of greys” Gun Roswell

Monochromania

Looking at the world through monochromatic eyes
Eyes wide without any shade or disguise
Disguise, which is so easy to cover
Cover up all the faults
Faults only visible in true colours
Colours so easily distorted Distorted like the inevitable truth
Truth which cannot be hidden Hidden in the shades and shadows
Shadows only seen in the darkness
Darkness hiding in the black Black and white turning to grey
Grey, which is the true colour Colour without any kind of colour
Colour only described as monochrome

Monochrome in so many shades
Shades you learn to love Love rather than hate Hate really is such an ugly colour
Colour so much more than any other
Other could be like monochrome Monochrome mania Mania to celebrate it all

Wild Ride I one

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“Take a ride on the wild side” Gun Roswell

Wild Ride

Blue Moped

A ride on the minimalistic size motorbike
Turned out to be quite the interesting hike
Hardly fitting my big fat ass on its seat
But got on it anyway, as I never admit defeat

My knees bent, almost to the hilt
I am sitting here, on this smallest of seats
With the wind and all them flies in my face
Yes, truly this is a memorable stage

Riding along the streets at noon
Certainly, to the onlookers, I am funny as a buffoon
Cannot say I am enjoying the scenery
As the most concentration is used to keep the bike steady

But like all good (or bad) experiences my ride has ended
And I am really so glad this time to have wasted
In learning a lesson of sizes and even gravity
And some people should just stay on this side of sanity

Wild Ride I two

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“Take a ride on the wild side” Gun Roswell

Wild Ride

Ride on the Rails

Ride on the train, in the high lands of Spain
A tiny trolley car, on its own traveling so far
Up to the mountains seen in the front
I start to consider how it really can pull of this stunt

Moving forward huffing and puffing
As there really is no chance to be backing
So, here I sit, enjoying the none to smooth ride
My poor derriere, on the seats is starting to slide

Back and forth, up and down
My smiley face nothing but a frown
But hanging on to the edge of the seat
No, not me, why would I admit defeat

I have come a long way to enjoy this place
Choosing this choo choo train train might have been a mistake
But I am on it now, and enjoying it somehow
Until the bitter end, but where else would I this time spend?

Finally reaching the very top
Nope, this trip was certainly not a flop
The view is completely gorgeous and totally magnificent
Ain’t I so glad to have time on this journey spent?

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!