Forty years ago a research vessel found a missing spaceship commanded by a mysterious scientist on the edge of a black hole. Unfortunately it all happened two years after Star Wars. Unlike Disney’s 1982 hit Tron, which would gain a large fan following, Disney’s winter 1979 science fiction film The Black Hole got left […]
“There is a time for coffee and that time is anytime possible” Gun Roswell
The world in a cup of coffee
The day, started, just like, any other day
With a steaming cup, of the hottest and darkest liquid, to save
This, tiny soul and eventually, the world
Staring, into the still silence of the whirlwind
Also, still knowing, that something, would soon begin
And, that it, would most likely, change the world
Smelling, inhaling, sipping, enjoying, the total bliss
No matter how much or how often, cannot believe this exists
The total euphoria, I would like to share with the world
But, before all that was going to happen
I am, into this, elixir of life, with full force, tapping
So, for now, the world, will just have to wait
Until the coffee filled blissful state to be hurled
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“The water so blue and alluring, is there something more there me tempting?“ Gun Roswell
Something about the water
The shimmering of the calm surface
Had me thinking of a possible prefix
The calming of the bluest of hues
Might be some kind of inviting lure
The waters so clear and alluring
I am slowly towards the edge walking
Was this a conscious choice?
Or was it, some kind of calling voice?
As soon as I reach the very end
Of the soft and warm sand
I tip my toes into the cool woes
The promise of something so much more
A moment later, I realise
I am no longer trying to surmise
As to what made me here to come
Rather enjoying a back stroke in the pond
There is just something about the water
Even if being just a lowly human and not an otter
Dipping into the liquid state
Well, I am not really sure, why one should hesitate
Let the gentle waves lull, salve and slightly swirl
Carry the ever tired body to the end of the world
And if you really want, stay there for ever in a lore
Or then, come back to reality and simply swim back to the shore
“You can mostly find them in packs, but today, they all travel in twos” Gun Roswell
Two cats a fishing
The cat with bold black and white stripes, all of her competition wipes
But the cat with simple coloured patches, usually the most fish catches
As the duo, of the two cats, out there into the harbour venture daily
Making sure the fish population gets a treatment, not always fairly
They like to sit by the seashore, watching life until they get bored
But when the hunger beckons, both of them at the same time reckon
It is time to pull out the big guns once again, before the afternoon is spent
Both glaring, intently into the seemingly calm surface staring
A splash, a meow and a few seconds later, the catch
A few more of the same, because no one them really can blame
One little fishy just ain’t enough, because you’ll never know if the going gets tough
So having a spare, is good thinking without scare
Several moments past, the two fishing cats
Are finally happy with their hard earned catch
Hauling the loot away, to their secret hideaway
Where happy munching sounds, fills the air out loud
“To enter any building or closed up space, you need to find the entrance to it!” Gun Roswell
Entryways to many places
The blank wall, does make you stall
But look around, even on the ground
The entryway, surely, can be found
At least, that is the point of this quest!
When you finally discover the sought one
Just make sure, it really is, the correct one
Because all the trap doors, should be avoided
At all costs, as they are really annoying!
Never mind, the “do not enter” sign
It was only put there, for a good scare
So, please, do dare, inside to venture
Who knows, you might be up for an adventure!
“Almost every Monday I wake up with a dread of a new week, but then, I look up, at the skies, and I feel, just fine” Gun Roswell
Cloudy, with a chance of Sunshine?
Clouds across the sky, caused me to drop my smile
Only seen now, are shades of grey, to my total dismay
But, then a bright white vision in there, like a spot of joy emerged
Sunshine? Could it be? Yes, pretty in that white blur I must say!
I am singing now, getting rid of that frown, as I am on the cloud
Number nine, me thinks they say, and hey;
For me, nothing but blue skies do I see, from now on, at least!
“Sweet spice of sugar, how I love the taste on my buds, such sweet nectar!” Gun Roswell
Sugar rush!
Oh, so pleasantly colourful
Exceptionally made to be completely alluring
Never mind, that it’s all totally and highly addictive
All that sweet, sweet sugar, poured all over and everywhere
Cannot help, but stop and stare!
What to do, what to do?
Should I someone possibly sue?
Absolutely not!
Because these things are so totally hot
Ready to be consumed by the lot!
I am so utterly confused, but maybe in a good way…
Oh hell, can anyone tell
If I try just one, a tiny little sample?
Why oh why is this all happening to me?
Is there any place I can this beautiful sight to flee?
Oh come on!
Just go ahead and eat it all up, honey!
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