Greece vs. Water for World Wide Wednesday

“There are plenty of places to dive, to swim or even row, in Greece, in a small cove” Gun Roswell

Greece vs. Water

Clear blue, endless, cloudless skies, and cool, refreshing blue waters
Suitable, for us lowly peasants, and even, for the kings daughters

The ancient, mighty monuments, surrounded, by the crystals glittering
The many images of the castles, forts and other similar types, on the surface reflecting

Waterfalls, existing in a garden or even, carved by nature
A calming effect, is just the same, no matter which way you venture

When the night slowly falls, and the time, totally stalls
The birds are taking their final flight, before tucking in, for the darkening night

Here I am, sitting, contemplating, for a moment, by the turquoise pool
Now, slowly changing, into deep dark colours, by the eerie shadows

Playing, on the surface, finally daring in, for a nightly dive, in the liquid space
Refreshing, rejuvenating, before finally, falling, into deep sleep in this heavenly place

Control, really is, an illusion

“The illusion of control, huh? How funny is that?” Gun Roswell

Control, really is, an illusion

I am in total control of everything and all surrounding me
As you, can clearly see, this illusion of control is a perfectly built delusion
Which I am keeping up all day and all night
Never, ever even considering, giving up the fight

As I have managed myself to convince
Of this, state of being, in control, that it really exists
I am now in the process of turning other over
To my perfect side, of this, perfect place of order

But the more and more I try to keep the mode on
Of being the one, with everything and anything under my thumb
I feel the drain, even to the point, it starts to stain
My poor face, my hair, even my body, all going down the drain

And then, as I slowly realize, that being int total control is agonizing
Really is something of an imaginative thing, a hoax
Invented by some marketing people after some bad smokes
And then, I give up, saying I am a mess, and there is only chaos around me
And guess what, you are all in it too!

Transports for Mundane Monday (1)

“Choose and pick, which ever you may fancy!” Gun Roswell

Transports for Mundane Monday 


With a tram, you can calmly sit down and even have a ham
No need for steering, for peddling for even discussion of any kind, if you so decide
Just sit and enjoy, the ever changing scenery, and when you are ready to jump of, shout ahoy
Or then, just push the red stop button, instead!

Transports for Mundane Monday (2)

“Choose and pick, which ever you may fancy!” Gun Roswell

Transports for Mundane Monday 

Blue Car

Owned by “Katri” as it clearly states on the back of the tiny blue car
She has really taken care of this piece of technology so far
Driven it all across the country and then some
And freely admitting, she and her friends really had a lot of fun

Summer chasers

“Chasing summer to the end of the world” Gun Roswell

Summer chasers

In the middle, of the coldest of winter
When the snow storm outside, makes you shiver
Your only wish, for someone to deliver
A promise, a hope, of summers glimmer

And then, finally, after so many months of sorrow
Spring runs by, so fast, you’re wishing it had longer lasted
But the seasons are for us only to borrow
And soon enough, the long awaited summer is here, with skies so clear

The lush nature and warm breeze
Nothing but sunshine as far as you can see
But nothing is as you it imagined
The dreams quickly turning against

Record heat hitting the fans
Something no one really predicting can
Days and nights, groaning of too hot weather
Not even the waters alleviate the aching fever

Now, sitting under a tall tree
In the shadows wishing only to see
The coal and calming white powdered snow
And the cold breeze as the winter winds blow

For you see, no matter how hard you try
It’s never as good as the fake memory in your mind
Whether the weather is to blame
Or simply the set of mind games we play
Who can really say