“Life passes by, in a blink of an eye, unless of course, you are a vampire or some other undead creature” Gun Roswell
Life spread on the timeline
Life is way, way too short Like the total time it takes Simply running from the back of the upstairs Down to the very end of the front porch
But remember to always smile and have fun Even if sometimes you need to keep your phasers on stun Because some of the things are better left undone Until it feels it will be the best of all outcomes
Life will be as dull as you make it Life can also be as great if you fake it Or then it’s just in general all good Once you stop running like a total fool
“When all else fails, go to, coffee — you cannot go wrong with coffee, ever!” Gun Roswell
Life’s a drag, but coffee helps — always!
When you’re feeling sad, and life, really drags Drags you, towards the end of the precipice Precipice, where you now stand, looking down Down, now, seems to be the only option Option, because you are at the end of your rope Rope, which now, seems so narrow and short Short, as the fuse, you finally lit Lit, and that, was the single and only fire left Left, from the box of those cursed matches Matches, all gone, gone, never coming back, like the last Last, drop of coffee, that precious coffee, left Left, in the now empty, hollow, sad pot Pot, which once contained the only lifesaving liquid Liquid, which was the only necessity to survive Survive, it all seems such a waste now Now, that I am standing here, here, on this, lonely ledge Ledge, of the edge, of the verge, of my own sanity Sanity, now totally and completely lost, because, I, have lost Lost, the single most precious thing in the world World, which from, I will now be, off of hurled Hurled, into the dark abyss, of nothingness Nothingness, because I simply, and honestly, have nothing left…
“Hey, here is your cup as promised. Hot, black, just like you like it!”
“Thanks!”
I smile, at the friendly offer, and take the cup into my cold hands. A sip, it feels so good! I lean back and sigh, in contentment this time. The warmth of the cup against my shaking hands, slowly calming me down, and I stop shaking. As I continues sipping, the dark liquid, let it fill my insides, I know that I am safe now and I could not be, happier!
“Sleeping in the park, on a hard bench? Yeah, well, it happens to people a lot more often than you might think, and it’s not even Halloween!” Gun Roswell
A Dreary Night on the Bench
Surrounded by dark and misty air Missed the very last fare Sitting on this, park bench Wishing I had worn a warm trench The eerie, dark and damp surroundings Leaving my heart pounding Not a single soul in sight On this mystical, scary night Wrapping my thin coat tighter My mood getting suddenly lighter I hear some noises A car in the distance, approaches Finally… do I have a ride!?!
“There, in the shadows, it lurks, watching all of the hood” Gun Roswell
The Watcher Cat
The watcher cat, at his usual post Neatly staying, in the very same pose In his prey, he seems totally engrossed Or maybe, he just ate a large roast And now digesting, is the most Task he is able for the moment, to coast
“It’s just so dark and dreary, the sand of the beaches?” Gun Roswell
An island on a volcano
A road trip to a nearby village If we were Vikings, we’d certainly pillage A quaint little place A while everyone stays But later it’s time to set sail And back to the resort trail
“Vamos a la playa! Or so the locals keep telling me” Gun Roswell
An island on a volcano
Into the harbour and down to the beach Plenty of scenery if that’s what you seek Blue skies, sunshine and warm weather How could the holidays get any better?
Rantings Of A Third Kind 