“Be careful out there, it’s a slippery slope, the edge that is, so don’t fall off!” Gun Roswell
When standing on the edge
I made this solemn pledge
To dive in
Even if,
There would be ice thin
Luckily,
This September weather
Is a reminiscent of a soft feather
More so,
Than a rainy autumn
Boy,
Must the Forecast Gods feel dumb!
“Something so mysterious about those ripples forming there, like mini wormholes they be.” Gun Roswell
Soon, September comes with sniffles
Thought of that gives me wrinkles
Looking at the water’s surface filled with ripples
As it smiles with all its dimples
Life in August, smooth and simple
And today, is Friday, so just whistle
“The sea does not care what time of the year it is, or does it?” Gun Roswell
Soon, after summer, fall follows comes with sniffles
Thought of that gives me wrinkles
Looking at the water’s surface filled with ripples
As it smiles with all its dimples
Life in August, smooth and simple
And today, is Friday, so just whistle
“Digging up some of the old stuff, mainly pictures from the travels past, as you all now know, that all, is kinda in the past, the travelling part that is, because of, well you know… but one can dream, right?“ Gun Roswell
The cool and blue, and that is the truth as the sun is scorching, so the best place for loitering, really is, inside the cool waters. Digging in there, never coming up, except for a huff and puff, and right back in, diving. Pretending to swim, but really, what I am doing, is letting my old tired body, sink into the balm of that which is, the calming blue water.
“It’s called, water. Something which can be bottled, but when it falls down from the skies, it’s just there for anyone’s taking. To use, to drink, to be put in a sink… there are simply endless possibilities on how to use it! And it’s all, free!!!” Gun Roswell
Sparkling tiny drops
Onto the leaf they popped
“Delivery here!
From the near by shop!
Your order as per requested,
Some freshly made rain drops”
“Come to the beach, we have warm sand and blue waters here, plus, sunshine all day long!” Gun Roswell
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
“The blue water the only divider between me and my dream of living on that special kind of island” Gun Roswell
Spring on a secret island
I am living
On a secret island
I just keep smiling
Thinking about
My tiny piece of land
No one can understand
Until they have landed
On this tiny
Place of sand
My land, my island
“Getting stuck in a place, a thought or life in general, can be a good thing?” Gun Roswell
On Permanently stuck on the rocks! Rocks
May I offer you:
Seawater, on the rocks
Shaken and stirred!
Sometimes the drawn lines blurred
But I am deterred
To step into the waves, nevertheless!
“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 night fall so blue, nothing else to do, except let the small boat gently glide back home” Gun Roswell
Water times three
Riverside
After the sun has set
A moment for yourself let
Think of the time spent
Before and after
Even break to laughter
It’s close to dark
If you make it smart
A while longer
And you may see the stars
Rantings Of A Third Kind 