“They’re nature’s way of giving you the notion of time, the bells made of flowers, ringing, every single hour (except if there is no wind)” Gun Roswell
Slay bells a ringing?
It’s summer time:
Can’t touch this…
Purple flowers,
They are totally gorgeous
Telling the time?
Perhaps not
” When in Helsinki, do as the Finns do”
Finns, what a nationality
We have quite the ability
To enjoy ourselves
With life’s simple little things
Sauna, heated to at least eighty degrees
Surely hot enough to melt any cheese
Beating each other with branches of birch
Almost as purifying as absolution in a church
Sisu, the spunk, guts and percistence
We have plenty of through out our existance
Rally drivers, Nokia, Linux and the rest
We only deliver the best
Koskenkorva, pure spirit made out of barley
After drinking, don’t ride your Harley
The Swedes may prefer their Vodka
But for the Finns, it’s pure dogma
We have lakes and forrests in abundance
So please come and join us
For a visit in the green of nature
It won’t leave you denatured
“The summer brings forth all kinds of colours, and some of them are yellows” Gun Roswell
Some Kind of Yellow?
The yellow flower alone stood, solemn, alone and proud, even in its own quietness still quite loud.
After all, it was a pretty little thing, it’s thorns adding a sting, to anyone daring to touch at least too much.
But as long as it was flowering, its petals glowing, with the yellow of the sun, looking like a lot of fun, nobody cared it was prickly.
As the beauty admired from a far, was as good as nothing at all, the summer brining out the best in all created ones.
“Some slang?” Gun Roswell
On this particular trip
I really wanted to ’trip’
To see all the great sights
Since I landed from the flight
But now its cold and dreary
Would not want to go near the rain
Just hang out in my room
Sip some wine to get rid of the gloom
So why not just get chillin’
That ain’t to be illin’
If one day I do rest
I can do more on the next
Trip to this very place
Heck everything always stays
The same
“Something about buttons?” Gun Roswell
The button, with a stop sign
Cant touch this
The red dress, with pearls
Cant wear it
The chocolate cake in the freezer
Cant eat it
No, no, no,
Access denied
Danger,
Do not walk
Feel the negative
Feel the denial
Hell
I will do them all!
“It’s a clean slate” Gun Roswell
It’s a new day
It’s a new season
It’s a new beginning
Waking up, really early
Getting the good worms, like a wee birdy
Feeling great, and being a just little flirty
Life is perfect
Life is calm
Life is happy
Or
Is this calm before the storm?
Who knows!
“Yeah, time really does fly, or simply days?” Gun Roswell
so, sunday
which means tomorrow monday
then tuesday
after that, wednesday
then another thursday
after that, thank gooddness friday
weekend begins with saturday
then we’ll back in sunday
oh, how time flies…
“Ain’t nuttin so broke it can’t be fixed?” Gun Roswell
Today, I broke the internet
I also deleted my whole weeks work
Was it done with malice and intent
Or just in a hurried haste
Because i felt my time had gone to waste
Feeling like a jerk
This definitely was not a perk
No leisure time for me
Just because from all the files i am freed
Several hours later
I have become an IT hater
Because in the olden days
You just laid your waste
Into a tin can
Which no one ever scanned
And the written paper
Despite a few wrinkles
Easily recovered, that simple?
So now, I have the night
Spend in a child’s fright
Will my work ever be completely saved?
Or all the effort in waste laid?
“It’s going to be night again, as the blues descends over the land” Gun Roswell
right before the darkness descends
in a magical time nature spends
it always seems such a surprise
when the blue moment arrives
the ambience setting the hue
in the coolest colour of blue
not quite dark
not quite light
the land and sky merging
into the blue surging
time coming to a stall
calming one and all
but only for a moment
before the night descends
“Yep, it’s summer!” Gun Roswell
Early morning
Sun barely yawning
It’s light outside
Despite the early hours time
The cooling breeze
But not enough to make you freeze
The air misty
The clouds soft and twisted
Moon going to sleep
The ocean dark and deep
A solitary bird shrieking
Possibly a worm seeking
Few people on their way to work
Me on me leisure time, lips on a smirk
Finally shedding the heavy winter coat
Feeling light, relaxed, without a load
Rantings Of A Third Kind 