Across the wide seas

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“The clouds heavy looking and filled with stormy rain, I know, soon will fade, because I am on a boat and totally enjoying myself“ Gun Roswell

Across the wide seas

Setting sail, towards the open, and still calm seas, totally inviting 

But the forecast filed with ominous promises of possible thunder and lightning 

And as soon a hit those supposedly calming waves, I am starting to hesitate 

What if a terrible storm filled with hurricane range winds, would end up being my fate

But then again, I was already determined, of my precious break time, on the ocean to spend

And no amount of hell of a high water, would ever keep me, from reaching that very end

So for now, my small vessel, I am confidently steering, with my face still in a state of leering

Because this type of a trip, was a long time in planning, and I’m not about starting 

To change those plans so well made, because if there is one thing, I really hate

Is not completing a set up task, even if out here I could not too long last

But the point here being, that I will try to be seeing, through this, venture

No matter the weather, I know this will still be, quite, the adventure, for me

Above (haiku)

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“Floating an a cloud” Gun Roswell

Above (haiku)

Mountains below seem so low

When watching from my ivory tower down

Clouds as curtains I bow

A sandy beach with lots of blues in sight

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“Come to the beach, we have warm sand and blue waters here, plus, sunshine all day long!” Gun Roswell

A sandy beach with lots of blues in sight

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

A long sunset ride into the night

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“Riding into the sunset, it’s such a cliche, but looks cool in the pix at least!“ Gun Roswell

A long sunset ride into the night

The night falls and time stalls. The soft sand on the beach giving a perfect path for the hard hoofs to thread on making their impressions to last at least a moment before the waves hit the shores adding to the lore. The last rays of the sun trying to catch as moving towards the very west, but that is just the small part of this mission, into perfect bliss. Which we were told does truly exist. And this adventure is about finding out, whether it is the truth or not.

Riding well into the darkness, just as the stars are starting sparkling, feeling like royalty or at least some sort of leisure people. The ride going slow, with several of us in tow, but it’s just the flow of this ride of the night. Catching all those hidden treasures lurking in the dark shadows, as the ride continues towards the sacred meadows, the watery kind, hoping that one place of peace to find, at least on this calm night, where the winds have stopped blowing and totally now flowing with the universe, without reverse.

Weather, thou art a heartless bitch

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“It’s just rain, right?” Gun Roswell

Weather, thou art a heartless bitch

Oh you deceitful heartless wench

Pouring your cold rain for us to drench

Tiny drops kept smiling

All the while you were cunning

The plot most foul and cruel

Changing us from fun to gloom

Summer how ever long it stayed

Has finally shown it’s ugly face 

Weather as cold as can be

Puddles of water

For our flip flops slaughter

As far as the eyes can see

Gone are the days of wonder

What is beyond there

Maybe some sun shine?

Oh that would be just fine!

But oh dear weather

Thou certainly art a heartless bitch!

What’s hidden at the end?

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“There is always som kind of treasure at the end of the path, at least to someone’s pleasure” Gun Roswell 

What’s hidden at the end?

Take a trip to the very end, the end of the path which begins, with just the one step, taking a deep breath, before diving in, as it might be difficult to begin that journey even if the decision is made, so, hesitation is a given thing for all of us, but just have to trust that gut feeling, telling this is the one to take, the quest of it all well worth it, and so, get on with it!

And do, feeling bold as moving along, one foot falling to the next, into the beat of the heart, taking things slow though really smart, because the reward at the end will wait, even if you will get there late, and hey, it’s totally okay to hesitate, for a moment even contemplate, whether the decision to take on this journey was the right one to make.

But, when finally deciding to continue no matter the lingering doubt, making up and until the very end of the longest of paths, the reward being whatever wanted, simply making it last, as long as possible and then when all is done, simply go out with a  big blast

Wiggly Bench

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“But how can I sit on this, oddly shaped bench? Won’t I get wiggly too?” Gun Roswell

Wiggly Bench

The colours so bright

The the thing totally crossed my eyes

In the distance in the light

It seemed, well divine!

Was it a piece of art work?

Or just some fun done by a jerk?

I really did not care at this point and felt

The need to step closer with a jerk

I studied the thing at close proximity

What on earth was this, this monstrosity?

I could not make my mind up 

Whether I really liked it or not

But after staring for a long while

I finally had decided and smiled

Pulling out my photo snapper device

I started to take loads of pix of it live

Soon enough, I had snapped a few

And then ventured to sit down on it too

Later on thinking back, with a smile loose

I knew, it was a bench, too good to be true!

Windows to open

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“So many windows, but no doors!” Gun Roswell

Windows to open

A window, facing, the open sea

Allowing, a whole new world, to be seen

Do not try, from the life, outside, to hide

Open the window, and let the breeze inside

Enjoy the sounds and smells

Even the sunlight and thundery rain

Follow the birds, and their play

Soon, from the window sill, you’ll never leave again

Colourful it may be, from the outside

But what is hiding inside, may not be, so divine

Darkness and shadows, lurking in every corner

Huddling figures, afraid, alone, nothing normal

Open the window, let in the thundering storm

It may be followed, by a few drops of rain to fall

Sunshine surely to follow, shining light into the hollow

Take a peak, outside, you’ll realise, there is no need to hide

Windows, doors, what do you score? (2)

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“Peek through the cracks, if no one attacks, then you are safe to enter, through either the window or the door, because you just scored!“ Gun Roswell

Windows, doors, what do you score? (2)

The colourful door beckoned

To knock on the handle I reckoned

Since no one else was about

I gently and with a curious mind

Dared, to step inside

Peeking through the cracks of light

Filtered, in the window’s blinds

I could see, there was no one there

So decided, I could freely stare

Inside the living of someone else’s house

It wasn’t as if I was going to rob the place

No, just curious, about the case

Watching, observing, how others fare

It wasn’t as if this intrusion was based on a dare

And then, I just stood there

Glaring, glancing, turning around

In this one spot in the middle of the floor I found

I won’t be touching anything in here

Just looking around, picturing them there

The people living in this small space

When the curiosity is finally satisfied

Back out the door I venture of the side

Of the house I had been wounding for a time

Each time passing it in the street by

So, now I know and that is all

Windows, doors, what do you score? (1)

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“Peek through the cracks, if no one attacks, then you are safe to enter, through either the window or the door, because you just scored!“ Gun Roswell

Windows, doors, what do you score? (1)

An open door, or even, a totally low hanging window

Certainly, an open invitation to explore, what secrets lie behind them all

And, ass there really is no time, like this given time of present

Simply, do step through, even if you might feel, a little hesitant

Although, you may want to be really careful, as to where you thread

As not all the open windows and doors, are free without regret

You may stumble upon, something, you are not completely prepared for

An unfriendly, or hostile environment or maybe even, a black hole

But, what is this life, without at least some sort of an adventure

So, remember, this one guideline, as you into the unknown venture

When a door or window is opened up, as an invitation to enter inside

The other doors and windows may be closed, with something to hide

If still, you are the one true dare devil though, and want to really know

What possible forbidden secrets, may be lying behind them all

Then forget all the before given advice. Heck! Who the hell am really I

To tell anyone else what to look for, behind all them, windows and doors!