“There is a time for coffee and that time is anytime possible” Gun Roswell
The world in a cup of coffee
The day, started, just like, any other day With a steaming cup, of the hottest and darkest liquid, to save This, tiny soul and eventually, the world
Staring, into the still silence of the whirlwind Also, still knowing, that something, would soon begin And, that it, would most likely, change the world
Smelling, inhaling, sipping, enjoying, the total bliss No matter how much or how often, cannot believe this exists The total euphoria, I would like to share with the world
But, before all that was going to happen I am, into this, elixir of life, with full force, tapping So, for now, the world, will just have to wait Until the coffee filled blissful state to be hurled
“I have finally become one, with the one sure and certified thing, Coffee” Gun Roswell
I am, Coffee
It has become to that point in my life, when I have started chaining. It’s not about the puberty or menopause or me turning into a dog or cat. Rather after all the amounts caffeine been consumed over the so, so many years past in my life time, I realise at last, what and whom I finally so totally am.
Coffee.
I have become the one thing, I could have never imagined in my whole lived life. But now, that I am slowly changing into a dark and sometimes a candy sugary coating wearing tall order of a glass, mostly cold but sometimes warm, lukewarm mostly kind of a thing. It’s the interior really a dead give away in my case.
Coffee.
But I am not for everyone’s taste, not by far. Mostly, nobody likes me, with or without the sugar coating. But it does not really matter, because I myself, I love coffee, and being one with the one sure thing which has never ever let me down in all the years lived and consumed. Well, I could not have chosen any better, when becoming one with the one thing.
“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
“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.
“Oh Monday, you are so totally cruel and always come uninvited into my life, what can i do to keep you at bay?“ Gun Roswell
Surviving Mondays
The Monday morning had once again arrived I know it because I can totally smell its pride Raising the ugly head I now know far to well And then, there is that, totally fowl smell
You to tempt me to kick your non too rounded arse As this day, always turns into some odd kind of farce But if I did not already have this headache From merely thinking about you to arrive and me break
You always make me numb, avoid of all the fun Lashing out to me, with something or another As if this beginning of the week would not already be a struggle The weekend gone and Friday nowhere in sight, bummer!
But, there is one thing, that could help me pull through That one single and totally lovely and tasting full brew The darkest of liquids and the greatest of sustenance Ever devised by mankind, which has no pretence
It’s simply, well, just great So go ahead, take a break For this cup of stuff is no fake Go, enjoy, your coffee, now!
“There is nothing wrong with Mondays, if you have loads and loads of coffee to support your fowl mood” Gun Roswell
Mondays with Coffee
The amount of coffee needed to survive a Monday, is easily calculable as you only need to put together the number of cups, clean, old, broken, small or big size, it does not matter really. But if you add up all those consumed ones from late Thursday afternoon until last one in the evening of a Sunday. Then add that figure carried with two, minimum, would be the only way to survive a full on Monday day. Easy isn’t it just?
But hey, if you me don’t that easily trust, when I have put forth this very high math formula in front of you, as the simple solution to all that Monday blues, then here is a thought you might try and then come next Monday do tell me I have lied: Why not just simply try, to not have a single drop of coffee during the whole day of Monday. And if you for what ever reason, miracle or other wise, have manage that day to survive, without killing too many people or run any other kind of fowl, then hallelujah to you!
But deep down, you know that is all a lie and you really need that coffee to survive, Monday, Tuesday and the rest of the week too.
“There certainly is no life, no movement, no nothing without coffee in the early morning hours!” Gun Roswell
Coffee, never enough of!
The one single thing in the world, which makes me out there to get hurled? Well did you guess what it is? Or do I need to give you a few more hints? Maybe go and check out what the topic of this ditty was really all about? Or is it so, that you too, need the something more to get going strong? As in strong meaning the liquid so totally steaming, it almost burns? But it won’t hurt, not as much anyway as this is the one thing the lines will blur The one sustenance you cannot live without or rather be the person all about Something so fine ever devised, that not even those against it can you rile As all the while having that cup of that special thing, will make you want to sing And then a smile maybe emerging so who is anyone against that going to be arguing After all, isn’t this what we all should thrive to be, smiling and sedate beings? Well, maybe, but after a cup or few, then maybe none to silent and sedate you’ll be And hey, we can’t all be those kinds of people as some of us, are made of coffee As simple as that, as having a chat with a neighbours cat, as with coffee inside your veins Will make you able the dailies to a feline quite easily explain, as such is the power Of coffee, and there can never be enough of that kind of offering, and yes, that is the thing
“There is just something about coffee, the looks and feel of it, it’s just, well, great!” Gun Roswell
Coffee close-up
The freshly poured coffee in the cup, the aroma swirling mid air, and the powerful smells reaching my nose as I needed my dose. This was not fair as there was a note on the side of it, stating in read and bold letters; “Do not touch!”
But it kept in taunting me, why oh why was someone doing this to me!? Why was I not allowed to touch that one thing, which made my hearts sing and wanting to dance and prance and shout out loud about after first sting?
Who on Earth could have done such a terrible deed to this coffee addict of a creep like myself who could never function properly, without my daily fix of the most finest invention of all time. That one and only thing making me smile after a cup or few in the early morning hours?
I stood there, unbelieving for a moment longer than I should. Lingering, hovering over the sweet sweet juice I had been denied and that it when I did decide. No matter what, nobody could stand between me and my coffee. After a quick glance to each direction, I grabbed the cup, took a sip and another and then, I felt like me again.
I waited for someone to turn up with a huff and a puff. Alas, no one did and then I remembered a blurry hazy state I had been in during the night and the warning made much more sense now. It was me, myself who had wandered off in the middle of the night and written those horrible words. As to the why I was still uncertain, but boy, had I been off!
Tossing the note aside, I kept on slurping my reward oh so fine.
“Coffee, the only sustenance devised which will save me from the dreaded Monday!“ Gun Roswell
Hey, it’s Monday, so it’s time for a lo-ooong coffee break!
The morning starting like any other, only it was not like most, as it was, the dreaded day of a doomsday Monday. So, the only option, was to make my precious morning concoction, as strong as it could possibly be, for you see, me, and the Monday, do not like each other very much. So, we both try to ignore each other, wherever possible, but that is not always the case. As you see sometimes, well, each and every week lately, we have had an obligatory meeting. Calling each other off the game, would sound totally lame to someone else, alas, me and the Monday have been on this sparring match of a sorts forever, and well, there is no sings of this to stop. Due to no fault of my own, ask anyone known, the Monday started this all. How you may ask? Well, simply by appearing into my very own life, out of nowhere, out of the blue, as it was there me for whatever reason to sue! So, from the very beginning we both hated each other and after a while of clashing, agreed to avoid one and other where possible. Alas, that is not the case these days anymore. So, holding on, to my concoction this early in the dawn, sipping from the litre of a cup, with a huff and a puff, I only dare to venture out there, to the awaiting, Mondays!
“Gimme coffee, any time, any place, and, in any kind of form, cold or warm” Gun Roswell
Frappe by the poolside
The warm summers day from a memory past, as I was sitting by the pool sipping something cool, laced with sugar and coffee in the warm winds haze, without a care of the future, only whether to dive in the turquoise waters or sweat for a moment longer, sipping on my drink, so much taller than the smaller cup I had at breakfast. But I digress, too little coffee I guess. The warm days of a holiday in the sun and then some shade, sipping from the tallest of glass, each and everyday, at least, a few. The sustenance which keeps one going and going and going, yeah, you guessed it, coffee, no matter what form, cool and calming (hardly!), hot and strong, so much so, that the spoon inside melted, and yes, all of these fine ways, can be done by the poolside, or by the table or even on the run, maybe driving too. But I would not suggest it, as best bet, is to never do anything while driving except keep your eyes on the road.
