Eternal

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“The open gateway eternal to the past and future, may hold the answers you seek?” Gun Roswell

Eternal

The gateway, eternal, opened at last
The one to travel through, to the future and even, to the past
Oddly, it wasn’t really visible until recently
Even if it was standing out there, in the open air, quite prominently
Maybe, it was just, that we did not want it to see
Because, the given and open option to flee
Which ever way, the deep dark mind could agree
And even scary, it also may have been seen
To completely delve into the very history
Or then, to find out what future dystopia |
Awaits, if one dares to take, just on tiny peek
Because nothing on either end of the spectrum
May truly be, what you always seek

Blue and the Seat

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“Take a seat, on the little blue chair, it’s cool and neat, you can surely feel it” Gun Roswell

Blue and the Seat

As always, during the last day of the week
The Sunday, the sunny day, is always reserved for the time to seek
But, when the midday sun, gets way too hot
You know you need to find, that one special spot
Where you are able to rest for a moment
Hoping it’s not going to be too much of a torment
When trying to gain that much needed momentum
To be able to complete, the most fun filled excursion

Beach ward bound on a sunny day

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“Beach ward bound on this perfect day, at least, in my dreams” Gun Roswell

Beach ward bound on a sunny day

When the early morning sun beckons
For a day of total fun I reckon
It’s time to put aside
All the bad thoughts and worries

And outside, take a ride in a hurry
Because this life will pass in a flurry
So better grab on to the existing moment
Stop yourself from being in this torment

Let it all go and listen to the warm wind blow
Then jump on the wagon a steer towards the flow
This day is rare, there are none to spare
Just go there, wherever your mind wants to flare

Spend the day on the beach if that is why our seek
And do not come back until you’ve cut yourself some slack!

“Fun, fun, fun, under the smiling sun”

Blue and the lighthouse

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“The calming of the skies with the ocean is the colour of cool blue” Gun Roswell

Blue and the lighthouse

The cool and calming sea
The blues as far as you can see
But that is only during the day
Because at the time of night

It will be, completely dark
But no worries, there is a spark
Of light at the end of the tunnel
The one shining so bright it creates a funnel

A safe passage way if you will
For all those ships to the harbour bring
The lighthouse at the end of the pier
Is the only in the darkness seer

The mighty white building concrete
Standing tall and gorgeous even in the heat
But popping out, during the time of blue
Reflecting the coolest of hues

By the seaside, open wide

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“By the seaside, near the ocean open wide, cannot help but smile” Gun Roswell

By the seaside, open wide

When the soaring sun beckons outside
It’s time to pack a rucksack and head into the open wide
To really enjoy what nature has to offer
Even if it is just a few hours to go for

So out and about, a smile on your face
Get out there and find your happy place
Whether be it the forest or the open seas
There is really no place rather to be

Than out there, somewhere, to be present
In the here and now, maybe even meeting with a cow
Spend the time with a friend
Because you’ll never know, when the time ends

The Archway by the Sea

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“Built to last, from the past to the future, and in the present we admire, the structure guiding us to the high seas” Gun Roswell
 
 The Archway by the Sea

A long, long time ago
A land, that had started to grow
Developing, building
Slowly growing
Into a great big giant
Of art and science
Architecture and ambience
There was peace among the inhabitants
No was nor unpleasantries
Everyone equal
But alas
There was no sequel
The forces of nature
Showed their envy and hatred
Wiping out all but one
Standing now, under the scorching sun
To remind the future generations
As nothing really
Lasts for ever
But a solitary reminder
Of days so much finer
The very archway
At the solemn sea
What is now left standing
Of the proud people so demanding
Is an archway, 
By the sea

A quiet ride

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“On a horseback, on a road to nowhere” Gun Roswell

A quiet ride

Late night
A quiet ride
On a horseback
No destination set 
Laid back feeling
A moment steeling
Along the coast
Air cool with frost
The view stunning
The last rays fading
Soon it is dark
No sounds, 
Not even a bark
Steering my stead
Just that away
Straight ahead
Sand glistens
In the moon light
No one in sight
Which is fine
The whole world
Is mine
Moving along
This is the score
Just myself
And the horse
Life is good
All as it should

A little while later
Something stirs
It is me
Did I 
Imagine it
Waking up
All is a blur
It was only
A dream so vivid

What’s at the very end?

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“There is always something more interesting on the other side, right?“ Gun Roswell

What’s at the very end?

Standing at the start of a very long and narrow, but inviting pier. If I was a seer, I would know what ahead of me lies, alas, I am not, so the only option is to either stop, or move forward, towards the great unknown. And that is what I have chosen. Making this an adventure to be gone on.

As I am slowly but surely moving forward, with my legs shaky, as each step, can be my very last, on this rickety old lane of fast. But I continue, as I am curious and I do want to know, what there is at the very end for me to show. A revelation perhaps? A reward of some sort?

What ever it is, I cannot wait to find out, even if it would be, just a simple old kind of a lighthouse!

Across the wide seas

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“The clouds heavy looking and filled with stormy rain, I know, soon will fade, because I am on a boat and totally enjoying myself“ Gun Roswell

Across the wide seas

Setting sail, towards the open, and still calm seas, totally inviting 

But the forecast filed with ominous promises of possible thunder and lightning 

And as soon a hit those supposedly calming waves, I am starting to hesitate 

What if a terrible storm filled with hurricane range winds, would end up being my fate

But then again, I was already determined, of my precious break time, on the ocean to spend

And no amount of hell of a high water, would ever keep me, from reaching that very end

So for now, my small vessel, I am confidently steering, with my face still in a state of leering

Because this type of a trip, was a long time in planning, and I’m not about starting 

To change those plans so well made, because if there is one thing, I really hate

Is not completing a set up task, even if out here I could not too long last

But the point here being, that I will try to be seeing, through this, venture

No matter the weather, I know this will still be, quite, the adventure, for me

A sandy beach with lots of blues in sight

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“Come to the beach, we have warm sand and blue waters here, plus, sunshine all day long!” Gun Roswell

A sandy beach with lots of blues in sight

The soft feel, under my hard-felt feet
Almost lulls me gently, to a deep state of sleep
The sea open wide, right there, in front of me
Is so damn blue, it’s like so totally deep

I am not sure if I am dreaming or not
Maybe I should not think about it too much
Since this sensation currency on me
Feels too good to disturb or shake the feel

Going with the currencies wherever this state takes
Not worrying too much if the sensations are totally fake
This may be a memory of something from the past
Or then I simply stepped through a wormhole and ain’t that worth a gasp!

So, for now, I am here, sinking in deeper and deeper
The sand feeling warm as the skies are getting so much clearer
Deep are the blues both in the ocean and above
This is truly the place I have yearned for and now am with utter love

Don’t disturb me, please, while I may or may not be sleeping
This time I am in is gently into each and every poor seeping
I may be floating in mid air, or just sleeping in my bed instead
But what ever this is, leave now and let me here be