Fences won’t keep me from coffee!

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“There is nothing wrong with loving coffee, too much, that is!” Gun Roswell

Fences won’t keep me from coffee!

They built the tall fences, to keep me away from my precious
They tried hard to surround me, with something else to see
They underestimated me though, as I will surely them all show
They cannot keep me apart, from the one which holds my heart

But, no amount of impenetrable barriers so bold, will be able to let me grab a hold
Of the only special and soothing one, whom knows what I am and what I have done
The only thing in this whole wide world, with which without into turmoil I would be hurled
And being the one, keeping me sane, through all the daily hassle and underlying pain

So, I will do my best and damndest, to push though and do not care less
If cuts and bruises I will retain, all along the way, until I am finally through
And then, you my dear and sweet thing, I will finally be able to cradle
On the palms of my hands, as even if bruised they will soon be on the mend

After I have had, my first cup of coffee before the looming of the day

Lazy Caturday

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“It’s that time of the week, when lazy days are what you seek, because you know what? It’s Caturday!“ Gun Roswell

Lazy Caturday

The time of the day, when nothing can be done, except quietly in one place lay, and definitely outdoors rather than indoors to stay. Simply because the sun is warming the ground and whatever spot you may choose, you can only win, never lose, as this is the perfect setting for a day of Caturday, or for us Hoomans known as Saturday.

So, do not be surprised, if you some furry felines out there laying about can spy, as this is definitely their day to spend, wherever they choose their derrières to land. So, whatever you do or thing, be kind and give them credit even if they seem so totally lazy as all the other days, the keep on working, making our streets totally safe.

After all, Caturdays are reserved for our furry feline friends, so let them have this day, and at the end maybe reward them with a tin can, filled to the hilt to tunafish or whatever else kind of dish you might have wanted to prepare for them. As long as it is fish! And next week, you don’t have to worry of all the unwanted critters playing havoc around the premises.

Coffee and Fridays

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“There is nothing else to the weekend, but just drinking a lot of coffee, is all“ Gun Roswell

Coffee and Fridays

Fridays are filled with hope of the pending freedom at least for some who have worked all week long, trying to stay strong, just in the hopes of surviving until the weekend is near and without fear as coffee, has been there all the way.

But then, think of all that free time ahed, not sure as to what it to on spend, maybe taking a hike, or clearing the closets, or maybe watching the movies stacked in the recorder waiting for the perfect moment? Too many things to choose from and staying strong, ain’t easy!

With the seemingly hectic schedule for the weekend, as usually all the rest of the week is mostly with work spent, and now, when the freedom is finally there, I am quickly falling into a great despair! What to do, what to do?

There is really only one solution to this kind of dilemma:

Picking up my coat and car keys, and then steering the trusted steed towards the only place I know which is serving the good and strong stuff in this early hour; The coffee shop by the near by trucks stop. After arriving, ordering the tallest and strongest suspension they got on the menu. 

And after the first few gulps, it is all gone and clarity sets, as I remain seated at the cafe with my tall order of latte and enjoy the day off.

Down along the long pier

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“On the look out for some lighthouses, along the seaside, on the tall piers“ Gun Roswell

Down along the long pier

The hunt has begun, something don, just for the heck of it or shear fun, as searching for the perfect spot along the long and winding pier, until something interesting I am able to see.

A construct of a sorts, tall or even a short, with a fancy light up on its very top, a guiding one at that, to keep the brave and fearless sea farers safe from any kind of major shipwrecks.

Running up and down, like a crazy person, trying to figure out, where all the great ones are hidden as not all tall piers are equipped with those features, with the magnificent kind of old school architecture. 

But continuing on with my very search, as who knows from which corner these houses of sorts might lurk, because even if they aren’t that popular these days, some still around may lay, and finding one would be the high light of the day.

So, carrying on, walking along, each and every single winding and tall, pier I can see near and beyond, until that specific and perfect lighthouse comes my way, as it is the most perfect display for the long, search filled and darkened cloudy day.

What the hell is wrong with you today?

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“What the hell is wrong with you? 

– Don’t you just hate that question popping up more frequently than usual?
And it’s not always others asking either ;P “ Gun Roswell

What the hell is wrong with you today?

Well, it could be many things actually, so thanks for asking!
Then again, I don’t really think you want to know the truthful answer as you may not like what you are hearing.

But what if it was a simple explanation? Like a feeling being hurt or even a physical injury aching?
Then that would make you happy right? 
Getting a simple quick answer for the upside down frown and my antisocial behaviour and my many strings of curse words thrown out there in the air?

But, as I turn to look deep inside of me, trying so totally hard to look for that perfect and simple answer? Guess what, I cannot find one! Surprise!

It can be a combination of many things, as usually it is nothing specific, rather just a trigger which sets off the very fowl mood and the off behaviour.
Because there really is no one thing to find, not for me at least, as sometimes, I just feel, well, off and odd and all those things which makes someone shout at me: 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Best bet when that happens? When I turn to the dark side?
Well, leave me be in my misery. I will venture outside eventually.

The storm in the horizon

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“The storm is rising. I can feel it, and also see it in the horizon” Gun Roswell

The storm in the horizon

The dark clouds are gathering, up there in the high skies
Filled with water and thunder, off the makings of a storm they cry
And without any lies , I watch them getting closer, my face a smile
Why? Just because the constant heat, had no kind of relief
And as I stand by and look at the nature gathering its bile
I know this event will be the one you might call a heavens sent
Because in this ever changing world, you never know which way
Is the way you are hurled, and despite the ominous nature of the weather
Somehow you can still rely on the tether, holding you safe in the place
As the storm makes its way over you, letting it happen the best bet
Although there is nothing you can do but to it let and not to forget
To try and stay out of its way, and where possible to indoors stay
It might not always be that pleasurable of an encounter
But just remember it is part of the cycle of Mother Nature
And once it has passed because it won’t last, you can once again laugh

The red lady bug

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“The red coloured bug looks mighty snug seated on the leaf” Gun Roswell

The red lady bug

In the middle of summer,, all kinds of loud hummers will fly you by
But the one most likely candidate which will surely make you smile
Is the one born in the bright red colour and a dozen dots on its back
And that simple fact, makes this tiny bug, one of the most prettiest
It’s not just out of a jest, that this red one wins the buggy contest
Simply look at it, the perfection of its armoury, as it looks quite adoring
A true winner of miss nature, being one of the prettiest of bug creatures
So, giving the kudos and crown toggle one whom one the great title
Even if it was simply sitting pretty, posing for the camera set on idle
So, do salute the red clad lady bug, whenever you might her closely pass
Sitting pretty on a flower or a long lush green leaf for the duration of summer
And do hurry, as this pretty thing, can only be seen during the long months
Of warmth and fun, May, June, July and August, maybe even longer
Depending whether the weather might remain mildly warmer in the fall

The Moon again

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“La Luna, The Moon, La Lune, Kuu, the sacred child has many names, and who can blame, it’s picture perfect the way she hangs out there in the night sky” Gun Roswell

The Moon again

She hangs there again, with her many friends. The stars. They are like some sort of a celestial gang. A tough one at that. But they only come out at night. Well, mostly. As I have seen them sometimes too, when there is light. But mostly, she and her posse seem to be nocturnal. And why do I know this? Well, you see, I keep a journal. Not that I’m a stalker, no far from it. I just like the shape of her, the craters, the dust, the overall sensation of mystery. After all, there is only so much you can see, while peeping through a telescope. But the best of it, is what is not visible, the dark side. As she totally has one. Something she will never reveal to us mere mortals. At least until we get a spaceship out there and then all of us can stare at the revelation. Still, I prefer to live in the fantasy, going beyond reality. Imagining only all those magical things she is hiding from us now. And that is how, she is still, the favourite.

Dark Cat

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“The mysterious dark coated cat is something of a curiosity right now“ Gun Roswell

Dark Cat

It does not speak , it does not move, it does not even care, even if you dare to stare, as it is quite the oddity by nature, and it has no hatred, as, it simply exist. Maybe and simply to enlist, the curiosity of others as they attempt to coax this dark one, to maybe come play and have some fun. Butter there within lies the pun, as this dark side of a being, is only there for the seeing, as it is the one keeping, the score. And no matter how much you adore, the mystery and magical scene surrounding this feline, there is always the b-line, to an exit, and maybe, just maybe, you had better take it, before it is too late to get, the hell out of its way.

The end of summer

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“Sadly, it has come to this, as it is the end of summer, even if it might have been somewhat of a bummer this year” Gun Roswell

The end of summer

The heatwave, which was cursed in so many ways, has now finally ended, after a long time having spent on this land of those who either it loved or hated. And thus leaving room, for the cold and rain, which in some ways, will wash away the left over pain. 

After a long time of praying, for some kind of relief from the heat, it looks like we have jumped right from that state to a monsoon like plane. The pouring of the rain keeps on going day after day, but if it is good for the hay, then maybe it’s good for the rest of us.

Being totally sad but also glad in a way, as even if the summer has come and gone, and not much of it was really enjoyed as there was really no way in getting around, still, mourning is not on the agenda, not today at least, as that fears beast of thunder, keeps on rumbling.

There will be another one, most likely next year, summer that is. And so, for now, whatever weather comes along next, the snow even, guess I won’t be doing too much of complaining? Not making any promises though as it might be a fall slow and complaining, well that is me, really!