Versus I one

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“From the busy streets, towards the calm beach, that is the goal in life” Gun Roswell

Versus

Busy

Busy, and too loud, are the streets I now walk
There is so much noise, I cannot her anyone nor myself talk
As I move forward, a lot of unhappy people I stalk
Sometimes just to the nature of things I this chalk

But then I start to dream, as I continue still with much steam
My face lights up, almost see the gleam, as it beams
When a blurry vision, almost seeing the image, of place without scrimmage
As it appears to my mind, but it seems so hard to focus, before I have crossed the line

Just then, I see it, I can feel it, grasp it
Then something happens, shit!
I start running, ever faster, chasing the shadow
What is it? A green meadow?

To be continued

Look down!

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“Watch out for the ledge, you might just fall, down!?” Gun Roswell

Look down!

Quick, look down!
Look down right now
Now, you see it?

It? What is it you mean?
Do you mean the ocean?
Ocean as blue as the sky?

The sky, so very high
High as is this drop down
Down, way down to the bottom

The bottom of the pit
The pit, which in you fall
Fall, and never up crawl

Crawl as hard as you may
May you forever down there stay
Stay until the rapture

The rapture?
What if the rapture is something nice?
Nice, as a slice of pie?

A pie you can enjoy
Enjoy just like this pit
This pit, where I now sit

Sit until the end
The end of times
Times which are so great

Great as the ocean wide
Wide as this beach here
Here in the pit
The pit, where I now sit

I see what you are trying to pull
Pull it real hard, as I am no fool
Fool enough though, to sink

Sink to the very pit
The pit which in you now sit
Sit together we will
Until the end of times

Calm Seas for TBT

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“The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever”
Jacques Yves Cousteau

Calm Seas

A long walk behind me, legs giving up, trying, to get somewhere, where I can finally relax. Not one soul have I encountered for a long while, I did not even realize the time, just kept on walking, the only talking, was done to myself, by myself. Clueless, helpless, dragging myself forward, as more time passes by.

But then, something, a new odour, alerted my nose. Sniffing, thinking, this, is familiar. Something fresh like a breeze, maybe, with a touch of salt? I fasten my pace, walking towards the smell, my nose the only guide.

As I am walking, ney, half running towards the intoxicating smell, I can feel a cool breeze against my face. Sounds of what seems made by birds, fill my ears and get louder by the minute. Dare I hope this is what I think it is? Yes, it must be, and now, now I am running. Feeling the moistness in the wind, the sounds of waves crashing in.

Soon, I reach the end of my journey, standing, on the top of a cliff. Looking down, nothing but miles and miles of seashore. Sand and rock, blue ocean waves, birds a flocking in the distance. Fluffy white clouds, a little sunshine between them. The horizon blurred, with the sea and sky, blue on blue, in different hues. No one else has entered this paradise. It is almost undisturbed, as if no one else of this place has ever heard.

This, is the place, a place for me to finally sit down, and relax, enjoy myself, find myself. Heck, maybe I just settle down here, forever!

Beginning of a journey

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“The journey begins” Gun Roswell

Beginning of a journey

Early rise, beginning the begin, with a smile
On the long train, on my way
Feeling the speed, for looking back, no need
Always on the move, finding my groove
The journey ahead, all my life to this lead
People passing by, giving me the high five
I know I’m on the right track, so giving myself some slack
Soon another place in front of me, and I want everything to see
Until the time, when the bells chime
As it’s time for me to move along
But not without singing a song
And with that, there is nothing wrong

Narrow

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“Narrow are the paths we travel” Gun Roswell

Narrow

The narrowest of streets I walk
No one here trying me to stalk
Only an alley cat at me will gawk

As I keep on going, fastening my pace
Looking forward to that new place
Because, for me, it’s always the chase
For something new and exiting
Something pleasant and inviting
For my mind and body, enticing

But what ever I find at the end
I know I wont long there spend
Because I know I usually tend
To leave, before the good things start

Sunday market

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“Sunday, my fun day” Gun Roswell

Sunday market

On a sunny day, why at home stay
Heading to the streets, something to seek
People rushing by, wondering why
So the idea to follow them, in my mind just then

After some walking, and maybe even stalking
Ending up, at the local market hub
Loosing myself, in the hustle and bustle of the place
Wondering, how no one in just one place stays

But as rhe wonders start to reveal themselves,
Soon enough finding even myself
Getting the mood on, and then, every step growing strong
After all, I am, lost in the moment, in this Sunday event

Launch pad

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“Zoom, and into the moon, we go!” Gun Roswell

Launch pad

“Time for launch, t minus ten minutes. Astronauts, please prepare for lift off!”

The scared first timers, are waiting for the final tome, as, they’re prepared to, go to the moon

Not too long ago, when time was still going very slow
The dreamers were plotting, in silence and soft corners squatting
For that special day in the future, were humanity would embark on an adventure
Flying to the far away stars, landing on the luminescent ball, hoping off it not to fall

Now that the moment is finally here
Keeping a watchful eye on the bright sphere
Which soon will be conquered, at least the image of it conjured
On each and every small screen, a large scale spectacle, never before seen

“T minus one minute to lift off. Those not prepared going to the moon, better clear the area, soon!”

And so the moment long awaited, which some say, was too long hesitated
Is finally here, no time for fear, as the engines roar, and up there, the rocket soars

Summer Memories

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“Ah, summer was so warm and light!” Gun Roswell

Summer Memories

Looking back, to the time, when the clouds were soft, the sky was blue and the weather warm
Looking back, with yearning, stomach churning, simply because
It was a time of elation, happiness of sorts, when only running around, in very short shorts
Never one worry of freezing or even several times sneezing

Summer, the season I worship
Summer, the time I can in peace sit
Summer, the state of light and colour
Summer, winter really has left me a bummer!

Reminiscing the good times, as always, that is what memories are about
It might have rained sometimes, been even too damned hot, but still I shout
“Summer, please come back again and as soon as possible,
Help me get out of this wintry white hole!”

Coming or going?

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“Heavy traffic on the tarmac” Gun Roswell

Coming or going?

Which way are we driving?
Are we coming or going or simply
Staying put in this place?

Seems no matter which way
The steering wheel is turned the vehicle
Only goes the opposite way

What are the options then
Run around in circles forever and ever
Or try to figure out

How to shift the gears
Take a step back and then try
To slowly move forward again

Uphill battle

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“First you’re up then you’re down” Gun Roswell

Uphill battle

Up the steep hill struggling
My feet sliding on the slippery stones
Trying hard not to fall

Ancient ruins beckoning to be
Checked, have to reach the top or
It is a total flop

Breathing is heavy, so loud
The local fauna wondered what the hell
Is this ruckus all about

 

They all gathered to stare
As further up I climbed the stairs
Until finally I was there