“You can’t buy happiness, but you can buy a bicycle and that’s pretty close.”
Trike
Buy it, try it, ride it, it’s fun but slow, just the way to go!
Trike
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Life in a Fishbowl
There’s such a fragile, thin veneer of illusion between the words “together” and “alone”.”
― Bradley Somer, Fishbowl
Life in a Fishbowl
Feeling glamourous
Standing tall
In this tiny fishbowl
I call home
Not so average
These see-through walls
Like a giant peep hole
In the twilight zone
Needing some leverage
I built a space small
Where my tired soul
Had time for its own
Now the damage
Of this famous ball
Is under control
And I, am finally, alone
Lighthouses
“My favourite thing to do on this planet is to scuba dive” Buzz Aldrin
Lighthouses
Lighthouses
The white houses
Saving lives
Oh, so many times
Almost Art
“think you can find all the elements that you can find in great literature in mundane experiences” Harvey Pekar
Almost Art
It’s off the chart
A piece of objet d’art
Looks kind of smart
Add it to your cart
If you have a heart
And a complimentary tart
Will give you a jump-start
For no one can tear it apart
Because it’s almost a work of art
Grey (it’s Monday after all!)
“I think you can find all the elements that you can find in great literature in mundane experiences” Harvey Pekar
Grey
Is it a smoke?
Is it a gun?
Is it a pipe?
It does not poke
It’s not even fun
It’s just a hype
It’s a piece of art
Take a seat in the snow if you dare
“The snow is everywhere! It keeps on coming down, and fills the ground and everything else, is lost inside of the white fluffiness“ Gun Roswell
Take a seat in the snow if you dare
The beachside stroll, not so easy, during the winter time, no matter if the sun is shining, because the snow, has taken over the world!
So, for those, daring to venture to the outside, even the seaside, none too open nor wide, during this seasonal time, the benches beckoning to take a load off after a long walk.
But, what will said traveller there find, if nothing but endless piles… yes you guessed it, snow!
Still, either take seat if you dare or then, find a friendly person with a shovel, remove the snow, and voila! A more comfy seat is revealed from the beneath.
Sitting in the sun, even in minus degrees, can be fun!
The blurry line
“Sometimes lines being drawn are as fickle as the waves hitting a sandy shore” Gun Roswell
The blurry line
Drawing lines, borders, erecting fences and walls
That is what the humans like doing to the point of boring
Because in the end, those hindrances will be blurred
Just like the soft waves hitting the sandy shores
As all of it will fade in the end
And were they to begin with such an good idea
Or even keeping anyone safe
Just some fancy human concept protecting what is supposedly theirs?
But to be fair, for a moment a wall or a fence will keep away the fear
When all the lurking evil is out there trying us apart to tear
The bike ride wrapped around the tree
“Not exactly the latest technology, the coolest of models or the fanciest of colours, but it will get you where you need to go to.” Gun Roswell
The bike ride wrapped around the tree
The busted ride, the bike from beyond the years alas even without any gears, while peddled will take the trip, just about anywhere imaginable without fear. Far or near.
Because old and rusted doesn’t necessarily mean useless, especially such a sturdy made ride, somewhat refurbished but mostly it’s just mostly basic.
Alas the riders are never complaining, as this man made two wheeled bike will always get you where you need.
Take a load off in the snow
“The snow is everywhere, even having taken over the seats in the park!“ Gun Roswell
Take a load off in the snow
Snow, snow, snow, a lot of it all over
But if you don’t mind a little bit of cold
Then perhaps, a seat covered with snow
Is just that perfect spot
For you to take a load off?
Simply remember to dress up accordingly
As the cold weather might just become a displeasure
The dampness of it seeping through
Loose pants, if you did not remember to dress up accordingly
But if you did, then just take that seat
And enjoy your day, in the, well, snowy haze!
Sunset on an empty beach
“The sun is setting, no matter if anyone is watching it, going away for the day“ Gun Roswell
Sunset on an empty beach
The beach empty, void, of any kind of life
Not even of the crab, ant or a mosquito kind
Nobody is there, observing the days end
The colours painted across the skies
As the setting sun makes it way to lie
At the bottom of the high seas
Where it during the night time lives
Alas, they are all gone for now
All those enjoying the daily sunshine loud
Only the darkening shadows remain
And so, the sun will be setting
Without an audience to clap
But it does not really matter
As this kind of event happens every day
And maybe, some other night
The sun will its very audience slay
Rantings Of A Third Kind 