Gone fishing or sailing, that is the question, right?

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“Nothing like the cool and calming seas, in the early morning breeze“ Gun Roswell

Gone fishing or sailing, that is the question, right?

When that special kind of occasion sometimes happens to rise
Which makes you totally want to jump up and down, holler and add a big smile
You know what is going to happen once you hop on the bus
Taking you out there, where, there is never, any kind of rush
Where the open air and the calming of the blue seas, forever meet
Just an open road ahead, without any kind of lanes on the streets
The harbour soon visible, and all kinds of vessels are totally feasible
To take a tour around the small side of the world, into it hurled
With a small boat of fishing gear filled up to the hilt, no, it won’t tilt
Or a large luxury type of thing, with sails and all that jazz kinda prim
But what ever you choose, know that with that choice you will never lose
As the most important thing of this day, is to relax and just sway
In unison to those lulling and calming waves, in an uplifting way
So, take a hike, out there, in the open where, no one will stare
At the outfit, you simply overlooked, for this gig, was just that big
Gone fishing, gone sailing, it’s all just in your own kind of mindset
And if you have a spare day to spend, then maybe either sail to the worlds end
Or then, make a small fishing trip out there today, and for a big haul prey
Then the next day, you can take a load off, at that grand type of a yacht
What ever the game plan, don’t just on the pier there aimlessly stand!
But haul your butt to the nearest boat, and make yourself a good day out!

Another day, out there on the seaside, maybe, even sailing

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“The seaside beckons, each and every day, so getting going, even if I cannot for long stay” Gun Roswell

Another day, out there on the seaside, maybe, even sailing

When the internal clock, clearly indicates, it is that time, for all else, to stop
With all this on going hassle and utter buzz around me, of the daily kind of blocks
And then realising, what I really ought to be doing, and stop my cheeks chewing
I should be out there instead, by those inviting and always ever so enticing docks
And if possible, finding myself, a nice little dingy of a boat, that kind of sort
Then row, row, row myself, out towards there, to the mighty and open wide, unknown

As it happens, and I am all alone out there, in the coolest of blues stratosphere
What ever happens next, really do not give much of a care, as from now on from here
I just want to take my leave from it all, and at least, for a short while, disappear
Let myself some time to do absolutely nothing, but totally to the surround moment sink
Alas, do not fear, I will be back to annoy you all, before you can say with a swear:
“Now, why don’t ya, getta hell outa here, before this shit hits your hair!”

The lighthouse keeper

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“Life, in a lighthouse, can be, mostly, a louse, but only, if you let it” Gun Roswell

The lighthouse keeper

The dreary lighthouse, with its grumpy kind of keeper, solemn and all alone
The only function, for this, keeper, is to make sure, the blinking lights are on
Climbing, each and every single night, up the tall stairs, in a blight
As keeping on, the ever-shining beacon, is an ongoing arduous fight
No matter the weather, no matter the time of year, the task always there
Waiting, each evening, for the keeper to stay alert, while getting upstairs
After all, the safety, of so many ships, passing by, is so high
And completely dependent, on this one and only keeper, to have in mind
Never resting, always alert, even if the feeling of a somewhat jerk
But the light must be kept burning, no matter what else in the world is churning
Certainly, not a task, for any kind of adventurer or even a thrill seeker
As this is the lonesome job, of this lonely and sometimes angry lighthouse keeper

Splashing Water

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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

Splashing Water

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

Friday vibes and summer memories

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“Yes folks, it is, Friday, once again, which is a good thing, because tomorrow, I can finally sleep in :P“ Gun Roswell

Friday vibes and summer memories

Another boring working week, finally, in the box
Despite, having planned, quite a lot
But barely doing, the minimum required
Even if, I had some complements acquired
But, today, is that one day, I usually root for
Yes, Friday eve, is finally, knocking at the door!
So, it is time to hang up the keyboard
And pick up a completely new chord
Because this time, is my own special time
Either spent binge watching my favourite shows
Or then, going down the memory lane flow
Meaning mostly, digging up old pictures
Of those rare and few memorable fixtures
Where time was spent in a more favourable place
Where seemingly nothing changes and time still stands
Alas, I am talking about the summer, or rather those few days
Where the sun and the sea, were totally in sync
Showing all kinds of blues off the waves blink
Sitting by that seashore, without any kinds of chores
Well, those days are certainly missed
Now that the darkness slowly starts to piss
On this otherwise solemn and organised daily bliss
But hey, it’s the weekend, so, no more wallowing spent
On the old memories of summer days gone by
Because we all know, time flies
No matter if you are having fun or not
Or even if it is really cold or painfully hot
Enjoy the day, no matter what
Friday, or hey, even a damned Monday
Those can all be, some kind of fund days

Happy weekend y’all!

S is for Sunday

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“Something about Sunday that makes me calm” Gun Roswell 

S is for Sunday

The early morning with its light 
Peeks through my covered window 
The time is still before everyone is to rise 
And everything in this house is totally quite 

There is no hurry for anything yet
The only thing to do is to reflect
The weeks which is coming to and end
As I lay here on my comfortable bed

Soon another day and week will take over
But this, today, this Sunday still has the power
Of keeping me and myself in the moment 
For a fee hours before it is time to let

The new day, with new things, begin
And the circle thus once again, complete 

Day and Night

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“The old song, day and night, comes to mind, when I look at the captures from my holiday past, yeah, that one too, did not long last, but alas, maybe next time, it will be much longer” Gun Roswell

Day and Night

Days thankfully long and filled with so much sunshine
That lazy me, can be splayed across the subbed ever so fine
The clouds above practically none existent and quite fluffy too
As there is nothing else to see above there except skies of blue
Well, maybe just another airplane landing bringing more of us
Whom are finally allowed to take a vacation on this same spot
Where the days meet the night, without any kind of fight
Where nothing is done except leisure just for the sake of pleasure
The long days, and short nights, spent, lazily under the sun
Or those with courage, hauling their asses to the beach
Where all kinds of waterspouts is just in a short reach
Describing this time out of the every day grind as everything fun
Hell yeah, day or night, it just is so unexpected but totally right
When there is little or nothing else to do around the poolside
Except spend it on yourself and those you care for in life

To build a summer cottage by the seashore

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“The summer still continues, even if it is starting to fall, towards the winter season, simply, green all over, maybe a nature’s treason?” Gun Roswell

To build a summer cottage by the seashore

The tiny wooden made shack, by the seashore stands, sideways slacked
It’s really not much to look at, just a few odd planks together stacked
But for the one that built it, this little house, might just be, the perfect fit
A summer’s cottage, or a simple, almost a tent type thing, on the beach sits

Alas, the rough and unforgiving autumn winds soon will fall
Upon each and every single plane, even up, to this remote shore
If the tiny summer cottage will the beating of weather’s wrath survive 
Then come next spring, the dweller will have a place to return just fine

But, until that time, the sun will still shine
The clear blue waters and even the skies
Will be totally able to provide
The needed light and warmth to get by
Here in the tiny beach house, oh so divine

Blue, by the seashores of more

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“Nothing paints the feeling of longing and sadness better, than the colour of blue, right?” Gun Roswell

Blue, by the seashores of more

Autumn descended, over the land of green
The colours still vibrant, more gorgeous than ever seen
But, the one constant shade, in this, all
Whether winter, spring, summer of even fall
Is the one, of the coolest and deepest, of blues
Still, hovering, over the stormy seas, as the one true hue
The solemn colour of decor, clothing or even the mind
When the world around you, has not been, that kind

Alas, being blue, singing the blues, is not as bad as you may think
Especially, when reflecting the calm hue, over that kitchen sink
It is a reminder, of those warm and sunny lazy summer days
Where the time by the seashores of the more, were spent in a daze
Now, reminiscing, those nostalgic times, some bad some just fine
Some of them even spent, by the waters edge, sipping, cheap wine
So, if you now, decide to spend your time, in all the blues
Then hey, there are always silver linings, to each and every colour’s hue!

Grey skies above the waters

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“We travel,
some of us forever,
to seek other places,
other lives,
other souls.”
– Anais Nin

Grey skies above the waters

No sun, can be seen, brightly shining
When the heavy rain filled storm clouds
Fill, the whole of the visible horizon
It is that time, to start sailing, ashore
Before, the all powerful and mighty Thor
Hits, with a heavy hand, his hammer

Grey skies still above the waters
As the wind slowly subsides before
The soft and damp mist arises
Keeping nature very still and calm
After the storm has finally gone
Blue are now the surrounding skies
Blue as the clear waters all around
The sound of nature gently returning
As after all, the world keeps on turning