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
“The time of the year when the sun will fear the coming of winter, laying low during the day and even when setting” Gun Roswell Sunset Low End of the day will come no matter the times. It can be a little later or even earlier depending on the seasonal chime. For the late autumn or fall, the light of the day will try to stall. But never winning against the night the darkness soon upon. The sun though never faltering its stance no matter the dance.
“The ocean blue vistas ensue to the ends of the earth, perhaps even time” Gun Roswell Ocean Vistas The gorgeous blues of various hues, last until the zone of the horizon rising from the vastness of the never-ending ocean Nothing more cool or calm for the human eye, when those peepers do spy the gift of mother nature’s skies and waters alike As there within the biggest of secrets do lie, deep within the appreciation of the small person never leaving the gorgeous sight without a wide smile
Flying up high is a dream for some of us
“Flying? Ain’t nuttin’ to it! Just spread your wings, start running and lift off! That is if you are a bird of course. If you’re stupid human? Guess what? You’re grounded. For good.” Gun Roswell Flying up high is a dream for some of us Being afraid of heights might…
Down, down, all the way I float
“Down the watery drain? Or at least down a very slippery and deep slope? That’s life, am I right“ Gun Roswell Down, down, all the way I float The slippery slope ahead, something for a while having feared But taking control of that beast, the one whom keeps me telling…
Broken not sad
“Broken, discarded, un-mendable, never gonna work again like it did, still, it might be useful is someone only had the effort to un-break it?“ Gun Roswell Broken not sad Even the most worst shaped broken parts can be fixed, if the will is there All ti takes is one to believe, it can be done, the effort to the work hardly a dare Simply picking up the right tools and making the first move The time spent on it well worth the longer wait
Bright ball of light in the skies
“Sunshine is always good, when it shines like it should” Gun Roswell Bright ball of light in the skies Sunshine and bright blue skies makes one smile Grey skies and thunderstorms might too be fine But the snowy vistas of winter with everything bright Then add to that a shiny ball of sunny rays And no amount of gloom here will stay And that is why winter with snow is so great Except when it’s really not
A phone call away
“Sometimes it only takes one dime to make that important connection… at least it did in the olden times, now if seems to be so much easier?” Gun Roswell A phone call away Pick up the phone, the one you are always grabbing in your hold anyway It’s as easy as that, just press on the numbers on the surface flat And if you don’t remember the exact ones, the there is a place of fun Where to find all kinds of missing, called google of plenty a things
A writers life for me!
“I have been a tinker, perhaps a tailor, certainly not a soldier but tried, oh yeah, certainly some kind of sailor…. What? I’m a writer aren’t I?“ Gun Roswell A writers life for me! The uncanny sniper, having everyone in their crosshairs, not to shoot mind you, simply to observe, watch and learn, but mostly there, simply to steal whatever ideas they can from you and that one would be called, the author.