“Best bet to take a seat, is in the shadow” Gun Roswell
Seated in the shadows
The midday sun, came out for some fun But unintended, most likely was the burn undefended As all the dwellers, needed to be reseated
So, what to do, as the options where so few Several ideas then into the common sir flew And after a moment of thought, they all knew what to do
A hustle and bustle then started all over the place Because who would be fool enough for too long in the sun stay Moving furniture around leaving oh so many stains
But as the deed was finally done It was time for all hard working people to sit down And enjoy their day, only this time, sitting in the cool shade
“I need more time!” She said in an urgent tone “Please, or else, gimme a time machine!” She pleaded, most desperately
Time is always of the essence Time is never on our sides Time is the beast that consumes us Time is the one who’ll save us
What a contradiction is time You can hear it moving by each turn of the chime Oh how I wish I could make it mine Stop it, for a few moments, to feel fine
Time is not the enemy some say Time is just about relativity Time is a friend in need Time is something you really need
When it’s running out, there is a deep doubt Will I eve get there and get my fare share Always battlingagainst it, when I should be embracing it But as I lay my head to rest, I wish time to give me it’s best
“I will need to turn back the clock, as I missed so much and still so much to do” she told the time master “Please grant me at least one use of this machine, and I’ll be the best person ever seen” she promised
“Sorry, little girl.” The master replied, “There is really no consideration to your request.” Adding “Humans cannot fathom the consequences of time travel and I won’t dare you to do so either.”
She looked dumbstruck at the time master. “What a piece of ..” She thought. But knowing when to fold her cards, she left hand bent, kicking some small stones, as along the long and narrow road, she once again started, her battle against, time.
“It is always warm in the sauna, the temperature close to subtropical, even more so, when pouring water onto the heated stones, the sizzling sounds, the steam, all of it, making it hard to breathe, at least for a moment there, before it all settles and there is nothing more of to care, the ol’ brain having gone all mushy, and isn’t that just blissful!” Gun Roswell.
Take a steam bath, in a lukewarm Sauna
The Finns do love their sauna, there is really nothing there, holding trauma, simply the sense of family and calm, the warmth, water and smells of heated wood, filling the small dark corner of a nook, where the weekly grind will slowly but surely slide, off of any kind of skin, and it’s really not a sin, to just let all the worry go, take things slow, for a moment in time, even if needing to steal the spell, to have for oneself, then becoming one with the cosmos, as the fuzzy steamy atmosphere descends upon the small room, the place which the whole family shares, for just this one fleeting moment, letting go of all, embracing the nothingness and into it fall, until it is time to put another log into the fire, stir the steamy stones and wait for another heatwave to hit.
Happy Independence Day Finland! (established 1917)
“Life is not perfect and neither am I “ Gun Roswell
Life is not perfect
Every day a pretty smile for the camera This target requires loads of stamina Acting, pretending, life is just dandy Secretly crying, and eating that last piece of candy
Money may be tight, cannot afford the evening light Eating the neighbour’s leftovers, dug up from the bio trash bin, not such a sin Living life to the fullest, only to find out you’re the dullest Watching pictures from friends on the Instagram, basking in the sun of a foreign land
Realising all the best laid plans, went down the drain, with the spring rain Making up the perfect image, the best produced scam, imagined anyone can Acting, playing the part, none of the wiser, but you are the biggest lier Facade so permanent, face turning into stone, sooner or later it will reach your bones
Wake up, before it is too late Learn, to not yourself to hate Life is not perfect and neither are you You thought different, but you are the biggest fool
After all, you are a just a tiny ball, in the worldwide game of pinball Thrown against the walls, like everyone else, and sooner or later, everyone falls You can try to stall, play a different song But none of us are strong, it’s all just pretend
“The cat, a superior being in everyday, trustful, loyal and always polite… wait a minute! That is the description, mostly, of a dog! Oh well, a few white lies never hurt anyone!“ Gun Roswell
Never – trust a smiling cat
The cat who on the street corner sat in a cool looking hat, and with an attitude that of a worldly guide then promised to take the traveller from a far away country, on a tour around the city, as walking around in a new town, could make one totally giddy.
So, hopping on the tiny moped with a cure two seater side car, as it was not supposed to be too fast, because a lot of great things that way could be passed while riding around too wildly, but not today as the cat had promised smiling, to have an easy peasy slow ride and that way, getting to know all those important sights.
But, soon enough, the tourists from a far, noticed the route, had taken a strange sideline and the cat, while in charge of showing its home town to the strangers from beyond, was now actually taking them to an alleyway, where the noises were growing ever more strong.
As the shocked travellers found out where they had landed, on remote alley filled with meowing cats and kittens as there can be. The cat with the hat, the supposed tour guide then once again smiled, this time, wickedly, and simply stated. “We will take you back, but first, there is an extra charge for that to happen. You see, we need our daily fishies and as we are many, and for that, a lot more money is needed as a matter of fact.”
The tourists then glanced around, feeling sorry for the starving crowd. So, without hesitation, they gave all the money they had and with a thanks, the tour then proceeded as promised from then on without worries as the cat with a wide wicked smile, had earned its daily grind fee, feeding all the family, which was never easy. And the earnings from the weary travellers, usually came pretty easily, supporting the cats cause with a gentle feeling.
Well, that was the tale of odd today, the lesson, not very strong, guess if any, then the one of never trusting a smiling cat, unless you are generous enough to feed the whole litter of them.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 