“Open the door please, I want in!” Gun Roswell
A weekend getaway for two
Stopped by a sign at the door
Closed for summer, go away!
“Open the door please, I want in!” Gun Roswell
A weekend getaway for two
Stopped by a sign at the door
Closed for summer, go away!
“The Mid-week blues is once again going around” Gun Roswell
Early morning
The day still dawning
I am yawning
Too damned early
For any kind of bird
And even for the worm
Back to sleep is not an option
Better prepare a caffeine concoction
To get my gear up and running
Too dark, too cold
Winter day, well, I’m not sold
Stepping out feeling bold
But the it hits me
Like a wall there be
Cold air cannot breathe
Running to the car
But cannot get too far
Now i figure this wasn’t smart
Everything is frozen solid
This is certainly no time to frolic
Running inside in a panic
Today is a day best spent indoors
Closing all shutters and doors
Maybe a warm fire will settle the score
Minus twenty seven degrees
Will make you sneeze
In your footsteps to freeze
And wish for those hot summer days
Which just a few months ago left you in dismay
Now wishing they would have stayed
Weather, can’t beat it, ever!
“On the water, I am floating, until I sink?” Gun Roswell
On the water floating slowly
Bubbly, a little of salt for taste
Drink it if you’re thirsty
“Not without my coffee, ever!!” Gun Roswell
Drag me by my feet
You cannot let me go without my treat
I can’t even make a tweet
If you won’t give me what I seek
I will scream at out of my fullest lungs
Tease me, and I will stick out my tongue
Shout so hard until there is no doubt
I want, need, have to have my coffee
I will not leave
I will not heave
I will not achieve
I will not be
Without my coffee I am nothing
I cannot function or do anything
I am devastated if I don’t drink
Without that wonderful liquid, I cannot think
Not without my coffee
Never without my coffee
See the pattern forming?
Consider this a warning!
Now, gimme my coffee!
“Nobody’s perfect, right?!” Gun Roswell
Welcome, to perfection!
A full life circle in reflection
Leave all your troubles outside
The only rule applied
Before entering the great open wide
Perfection is the emotion you feel
Perfection is the person you love
Perfection is life without care
Perfection is loving yourself
You are now leaving perfection
You only sampled a tiny bit of the selection
Is there something we did to dampen
Any experience you may have wanted
To try out in abundance?
I am not perfect
You are not perfect
Life is not perfect
Perfection
Is just an illusion
“It’s some kind of week-end happening?” Gun Roswell
Finally the time has arrived
So give yourself a big high five
It’s that hour of the day
When at work you need no more to stay
The weekly grind is over
And you have all the power
To spend each and every moment
Either all or in separate instalments
The time and space is yours alone
Just remember, they cannot be cloned
But, do not try to be too bold
Or you’ll be left out in the cold
Enjoy this precious time of the week
Do whatever your heart may seek
After all this free time is given only
Once each week to the all the lovely
People working their butts off for the company
Selling their souls naturally;)
“Nature reflecting my state of mind, just please, be kind!” Gun Roswell
Blue, the colour of nature
Frozen in a moment, the eternal torment
What’s happening in my mind
“Me no speak no langvits to know!” Gun Roswell
I am a trilingual illiterate, and, I cannot read, write or speak in any language
Tongue tied and words a mumbling, head shaking and whole body trembling
I cannot make myself understood
Not at home or in the neighbourhood
Writing is hard making so many mistakes, even my proofreader send me complaints
Articulating can be a hassle, words pouring out on a total mess
I learnt so many languages in the past
Speaking and reading them quite fast
Is it just me, suffering from a speaking fear
Or do my words get twisted in other people’s ears
I suspect is none or the other
But I try not to let any of that bother
I may be an illiterate
I may even be trilingual
But as a matter of fact
I read, speak and write, no matter what
Hanging here out of total and utter spite!
“Living on the hill” Gun Roswell
Living on the highest floor
Of the building on the hill side
Looking over all, never falling