“It’s Porvoo style – whoomph whoomph, whoomph, whoomph – Porvoo style!”
Graffiti, Porvoo Style
I’m spraying my graffiti
Where ever it fits me
On the walls of suburbia
Bringing a sense of hysteria
There is no mystery
Of who I am
Just read my life’s history
Come and catch me if you can
“The flowers are still blooming” Gun Roswell
A flower of the day
The flower for today
Here on a nice display
Not a pretty little thing
Just a bad drawing
Done in haste
But did nit want it to go to waste
A naive painting
Will not be the zing
But if you gave a quirky smile
That will do for a while
Maybe, it’s a wormhole? A gateway to other far away lands? Or then, it simply is the sun shining today?” Gun Roswell
A wormhole in the cloudy skies
The skies of today, are completely filled with clouds
Some might say, an old mystery it totally shrouds
But then the others, dream of another type of scenario there
Where, a pathway opens up abruptly, to new vistas and spheres
But whatever and whose ever the train of thought
Whatever you or others wished for and sought
Always keep on looking, high up towards the changing skies
Who knows what interesting things there you may eventually find!
"Live Long and Prosper" Spock, Star Trek
A very happy Star Trek Day to all!
Call it campy or even quirky
Call it the wagon train in space
All the familiar cardboard sets
And the best written scripts
Sci-fi, entertainment and humanity
All at their very best in the same place
This is the most a TV show gets
Don’t tell me, you are not gripped
Watching re-runs
With your best chums
What could be more fun
Maybe sitting out in the sun?
But, we are Trekkers
Nerds, geeks and well, trekkers
Looking up to the stars
Daring to go very far
Well, at least, in our imagination
During the syndication
With our favourite television show
To which much we owe
Live Long and Prosper, Star Trek!
“Nothing like a mundane Monday to notice the gorges objects around me” Gun Roswell
Monday aesthetic
The Monday may have started as totally mundane
But in my own mind I will try to make it a fun day
While looking around, from the tall skies to the very ground
There are so many fantastic things all over to be found
Making the mundane to something fabulous and and stuff of beauty
Makes me happy, smiling and I know I have filled my duty
“A private seat on a secluded street, hidden away from prying eyes, just so I myself, can spy” Gun Roswell
Secluded seat off street
The hot and shiny afternoon sun beckons to join the fun
The eternal hustle and bustle of the streets busy with people bees
But I decided to do something completely different instead
As i found a perfect spot for the duration and on life reflect
So, as i sit here, hidden, quietly and without any disturbance
I start to spin takes as those passing by with their everyday lives
Unaware of being under a watchful eye of this, self proclaimed spy
Its good too, as the stories now filing my vivid little mind
Are sometimes pretty tales, but often times, really unkind
But nobody knows what is going on at the slow of the corner
Where this one, life observer keeps on spinning the yarn
Who knows, maybe some day, there is a book out har- har!
“The striped cat, turned out to be mostly grey in colour” Gun Roswell
The cat in grey
The cat with stripes of grey
On the very kitchen table calmly lay
It really wasn’t any kind of dismay
Rather his usual dominant display
“Hooman, my food is once again delayed!
By at least forty-seven seconds according to my internal sensor array
I am none too happy, as a matter of fact I am starting to feel crappy
So make due with my deserved food
And try to make it really snappy!”
The grey cat ordered his human slave
Wondering how on earth to make the human better to behave
After all, it was not the first time she had stalled
Why only yesterday there was a one minute delay
And the grey cat, had been really, really late, for his nap!
“Hoomans!” The grey cat thought with a sigh, “can’t live with them, can’t get rid of them!”
“If you were waiting for a sign, this is it”
The Sign
Whether looking for a wine tasting
Or a payphone to call back home
You may find something amazing
When you are on the roam
Follow all the signs
They will lead you to a price
But you may be surprised
When the credit card bill arrives
“Nothing paints the feeling of longing and sadness better, than the colour of blue, right?” Gun Roswell
Blue, by the seashores of more
Autumn descended, over the land of green
The colours still vibrant, more gorgeous than ever seen
But, the one constant shade, in this, all
Whether winter, spring, summer of even fall
Is the one, of the coolest and deepest, of blues
Still, hovering, over the stormy seas, as the one true hue
The solemn colour of decor, clothing or even the mind
When the world around you, has not been, that kind
Alas, being blue, singing the blues, is not as bad as you may think
Especially, when reflecting the calm hue, over that kitchen sink
It is a reminder, of those warm and sunny lazy summer days
Where the time by the seashores of the more, were spent in a daze
Now, reminiscing, those nostalgic times, some bad some just fine
Some of them even spent, by the waters edge, sipping, cheap wine
So, if you now, decide to spend your time, in all the blues
Then hey, there are always silver linings, to each and every colour’s hue!
“I see that it is by no means useless to travel the wide world,
especially if you keep your eyes, mind and heart open for the new experiences” Gun Roswell
On the River Negro
On a slow boat
Down the moat…
(The needle on the record hops with a screeching sound)
“Sorry, wrong track!”
On a slow little ship
Down the River Negro we slide
It’s just a short trip
Into the beyond and open wild
Fishes and dolphins
Jump up from the waters
The mermaids a calling
So lock up your fathers
No place for golfing
Only a trek for the trotters
On a slow little ship
Down the River Negro we slide
It’s just a short trip
Into the beyond and open wild
Rantings Of A Third Kind 