“There is something for sure to be found beyond the walls, the fences and behind the closed doors. Simply dare to open the closed door and enter to a world filled with mystery.“ Gun Roswell
Beyond the doorway
It can be scary and most likely quite frightening too, but once you cross that barrier, the one inside of you, the fear, then the next step, is to open the tightly closed door.
Watching, observing, glaring and looking, only waiting for something scary. And so, when nothing bad really happens, perhaps then taking the step into the unknown, because if you do not, you will certainly regret not having embarked on the adventure when possible.
The final sept, taking the leap of faith in a manner of speaking and soon enough, the large and wide world on the outside, can be explored with some caution but mostly out of curiosity and that is the start of the path taken to enrich the small world back home.
“There is always the need, for a new pair of shoes, even if the closet is full“ Gun Roswell
Shopping for Shoes Cats part 1
“Madam, really wanted new shoes, So she sent me out to scout, win or lose, But, what is, a poor kitty to do? I know absolutely nothing, of them tools I’m just a poor cat, without any kind of those Things, on my own furry and neatly trimmed toes”
The confused cat, on the corner of the shopping street sat As it had been sent out, by her mistress no less, in a doubt Now, as what to look for, as his poor paws, never needed Any kind of footwear, at least, not since the one specific incident On the season of Christmas, when his mistress, had smiled and Some knitted clothing on his person without warning to try
“Shoes, shoes, shoes… I have not got any kind of clues, Maybe these, flip flop types, here I see No socks needed, although, during winter They aren’t exactly that heated Alright, next shop, on my way!”
It really might take all of the day, for this cat, now looking for a prey But not for mice or anything nice, not at least for him, even with trying To find the perfectly fitting footwear, for the mistress, he did care Because all those rewards given to him, from the keeper who did sing The praise of this furry feline, and always, always was to him so kind So, getting the most fitting pair, was going to be the reward for her
“I am going to get those shiny sandals I saw, Just around the corner, in that one footwear selling store, I think they will fit her nicely, with that gold dress spicy, Then she will give me so many kisses and hugs, And then I will sleep in front of the fire on the rug, After eating all the fish, she has for me made as a dish!”
So, the cat on the prowl, went inside the store with a howl Meow, he stated and pointed at the one pair nicely painted The shopkeeper packing them up, and accepting the payment without a huff On his way, the cat did so, with a bag and and a nice sway Surprising his mistress, with a great pair of shoes no less And as per suspected, he was rewarded with all the things without stress
“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
A throne is only a bench covered with velvet” Napoleon Bonaparte
A Seat at the Railway Museum
While doing historic exploration Looking at the human creation Ending up, on an old railway station Abandoned, by a foolish nation But built as a lasting location A railway museum for the duration Take a seat and join the celebration
“A calm, cloudy, and sunny Sunday, what a contradiction indeed!” Gun Roswell
A Summer’s Sunday at the Beach
When the Sunday time, loudly, its present chimed We ran, like we were on fire, out there, from the dire Into the open wild nature, with colours so lush There really was no need for any kind of rush To enjoy the art work devised by our beloved Mother Nature Was there for everyone to see, without any kind of fee
But we ran, as fast as any one can, really For you see, there was somewhere else we wanted to be, really Beside the calm and cooling waters, fooling around like a bunch of sea otters We made our way, discarding all clothing, falling where ever they may Splashing into the soft waves, letting the healing waters save Ourselves in the process, as this was the place for us, the total bliss
We played and frolicked, until the darkness descended we stayed Then only, reaching for the softest of sands, lending each other a hand To find the discarded garments, a little dirty, maybe even sandy, was a mild statement But nobody cared, as it had all been time so well spent Out here, on the beach, on this summer’s Sunday we had reached And if we were to be lucky, maybe next weekend, we could come back again
“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads” Marianne Moore
Brick in the Wall
Just another brick in the wall On this oldest of town halls
Up, up, the rugged stones yourself haul Reaching the top, you might feel quite small But when you stand up, and do not fall You feel yourself, getting quite tall
No time to stall And to be, another brick on that wall
Rantings Of A Third Kind 