Two colours of bikes

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“So hard to choose, which ever you do, you won’t however lose!” Gun Roswell

Two colours of bikes

The blue or the red? 

What if there was some other colour instead?

Perhaps the dull grey one in the background?

But they all look all and fit and got that special it.

For hauling around groceries and other types of shit.

So, no matter which one you ultimately do pick.

They are going to be the ride of the day hit!

Enjoy the two wheeled peddling mobile!

Ride around until you too started feeling docile!

Yeah, just because it takes quite a lot of energy.

Simply to push those things up a slippery hill!

So a friendly warning to those with less of a chill (read bad shape due to no exercise):

Try not to take it too fast during round one, all you’ll become ill!

Turquoise and Blue

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“ There is blue, and then there is blue, the liquids of the pool, the ocean, all varying in their shade, and all I can do, is simply stare“ Gun Roswell

Turquoise and Blue

The pool waters beckoned for a dip into the calming waves, away from the hottest of suns, at least shining brightly for the day, much to the enjoyment of those worshippers fully on display.

The deep dive, will hopefully revive, all the heated up joints, skin and whatever the object of beaming light just might have touched, while in the hunger and greed took in too much of that which wasn’t really needed.

Then again, whom can blame, those wanting a moment in the warmth of the sun bask, as this kind of moment only a short while will last, and if the payment is some redness and a small rash, then all is well as long as moderation is something used as a guideline.

So, into the water, taking a dive, staying in the calming balm a tad longer, before finding some shade, as even if the sunny side is nice, taking in only some during each passing day is a must, despite the fact this kind of weather won’t last. 

Trash Haul

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“Someone’s trash is someone else’s gold or at least a heap of rusted metal dumped on the yard“ Gun Roswell

Trash Haul

The trash having long been stashed in the cupboards, the closets and the old garage

All of them boxes filled with supposed glittering gold, some day to the highest bidder to be sold

And what now?

Well, guess it has becomes simple the trash of old and on its way to be hauled

To the dumpsite, the recycling centre where all these things eventually belong

Luckily though

They can all be reused, recycled, used for another purpose than the old

And isn’t that just great, having a new use, a brand new fate?

Towers, Clouds, tall and reflected

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“Some kind of a tower, of power, and some clouds, with the nature’s own thunderous force reflected, to the surface of the waters“ Gun Roswell

Towers, Clouds, tall and reflected

The colours might vary, from coolest of blues to the green scale of the spectrum, but it is all okay as they are inside the pallet of that which is blue, so do not me sue, when you see the two pictures with the similar but different hues. 

It just might be real life, memorex or then simply, something done with a computer installed application of the photographic kind, but whichever it is, just, don’t insist, for me to give a way the very secret!

Totally so, on the rocks!

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“On the rocks you say? Order a soft drink of the same name perhaps? Or just, life in general being just that? Usually, it’s either one or the other, or then second preceding the first option!” Gun Roswell

Totally so, on the rocks!

Life, death, life, things that nature, whatever the situation might just be, being totally alive or having died? Well, I would hope that while writing this ditty, I am alive, or at least, pretending to be, for you see, being on the rocks, totally so, and not even getting the drink to top it all! Well, guess, this really does seem like a dream of sorts, as seen, when, not totally dead or alive, just somewhere there between a state, where a moment of hesitate comes upon the dreamer, well, me, thinking, where am I? Is this really a dream or real life and what is even real life? Then I remember, the fact, of not really being dead either, simply having escaped, the place of the rocks, or rather, laying on top of some very pointy ones, stabbing in the back, really nasty things those are and so, having simply escaped, to this dream world and only waiting for the dreaded moment, when the day calls and I got to get up and there it goes, the alarm! So, guess, on the rocks it will be, for at least, a while!

The Seat and the Cool Blue

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“The blue is calming, the blue is cool, the blue makes one feel soothed, sitting down and taking a load off, is a bonus” Gun Roswell


The Seat and the Cool Blue

The calm of the Sunday afternoon, is lulling the weary traveller to sleep, as while looking for the perfect spot, to lay down for a spell of a moment, just because, the heat of the summer was getting on, and so, taking a load off, was the best option.

Finding respite under the trees, the white and blue surroundings calming and soothing just enough, the breathing heavy from before, now much more even and so, before the evening descends, and it is time to return to sleep, the weary traveller can keep this seat, in a cafe so small, nobody else was able to see it, as only the lucky ones, daring to seek, had found the blues.

Totally Green 

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“It’s so lush, so fresh, so totally gorgeous, it looks good and even edible, it’s green!” Gun Roswell

Totally Green 

It’s the time of the year, when all is so utterly green, the leaves, the grass, even some of the water, but that is not really good, but, the green colour is all around to be found, especially when it has been raining heavily, the nature nurtured by the life giving liquid.

But don’t be fooled, because as soon as it gets too hot or too cold, the green will turn quite sour, into a murky looking brown! So, keep watering the fields of green, because those will only last for this very short season!s

Too much stuff to do, too little energy to do it!

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“There are always things on the to-do list pending, always!” Gun Roswell

Too much stuff to do, too little energy to do it!

Chores, tasks, gigs, jobs, whatever you might them wanna call, they seem to be of an endless supply, but, never one to shy away from a challenge, still, where is the time for it all, and should I care any less?

The planner always full, with something or another to do, never the time for rest, even for the best, not that I am claiming to be one, but it would be nice, at least for once, to have a completely empty desk with a cleared up calendar!

So, guess I will do nothing to day, as there is just too much there, I would not even know where to begin, and hey, if it is a sin, to just slack for a day, then fine, I am a mega big sinner, so go ahead, on me, lay all the blame! 

Through another looking glass

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“Take a look through the glass, see what is on the other side, of history, to be more precise” Gun Roswell

Through another looking glass

The ancient vibes, through this very window thrive

The lush and green nature, the unexpected adventure

Waiting, for the present day traveller, just on the other side

If you feel daring enough, taking a deep dive

Into the very past of us all, the history, where time has stalled

Open the window, and take a good look around

Because there are so many wonders to be found

Just out there, outside the window of your home

Simply step though, the other looking glass

And don’t worry, you will be able to pass

Into the history behind the transparent barrier

As this, designated entryway is the very carrier

For anyone wanting to visit, their own past

There is coffee in the pot

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“There should always be coffee ready and waiting, especially for those who simply cannot get through the day without this fine organic suspension ever made” Gun Roswell

There is coffee in the pot

The coffee made ready for all those thirsty ones, who can always appreciate a really good cup, no matter whether with milk or even sugar, or perhaps cold, as some of them might be so totally bold and also daring to drink from the coffee pot, even if the machine had turned off a long while ago.

And for those brave souls, who would drink the somewhat stale liquid, without even one blink of the eye, will later be rewarded, with a fresh pot of the hot stuff, which will make the weakest of the spoons melt as soon as the hollow object will be introduced into the cup where the substance is poured into, and it would be such a sin too, to late any single drop go to waste.

So, drink up, whether cold or hot, the coffee being poured into the cup, from the large container gently known as a pot, and should you find the pot empty at any point in time, simply make sure to fill it with water and grains and then put it on a fiery frame, as the pot should never be kept empty.