Daily Incidents
“When life gives you lemons, peel one up and eat it like a sourpuss” Gun Roswell
Lemons of life
Sour said the fox of the grapes
As it did not like the funky taste
It’s far too hot outside right now
But then again, yesterday it snowed
My face is too ugly for television they said
So why not try getting a job in radio instead
I’m constantly worried of every little thing
But taking a shower makes me wanna sing
When life gives you lemonades
Take them back to the store to exchange
“Friends of many colours” Gun Roswell
Pink friend
Sometimes friends come in many shapesSometimes even their colours may vary
Sometimes you may be lucky to have a double set
Sometimes you’ll end up with just one really good friend
But, never you mind, just try always to be kind And never, ever stop trying
Be open and inviting in the world so wide
And who knows where those friends you’ll find
“Creepy crawlers about” Gun Roswell
Arachnid
Laying about, in the scorching sun
Just to piss you off and for my personal fun
My four legs spread, across the sun bed
I am here to stay, much to your dismay
A real ugly creepy crawly you might think
But before into despair you totally sink
Let me tell you one simple thing
I have as much right to do my own creepy thing
As you have tanning your fat shiny skin
So let’s both just simply agree
That neither of us will pay any dues or fees as we stay here for free
Then letting each other to be just here
For I am sure there is enough room for both of us on this cool blue sphere
No harm no fowl no disagreements
And when the time is up and sun has set
Let’s ignore each other and go our separate ways instead
“A writer’s life is never an easy one, the lonely and solemn state, lost in one’s own head every single day… but what if I like it there, inside of the made sphere?“ Gun Roswell
Writer, heal thyself
The made up words with the made up characters inside of the made up world inside of the mind of the writer
Going in deeper, never leaving the comfortable familiar place, the outside is there and outside it will remain
Living in one’s own head, night and day, never easy alas it is what this choice came with and what to except
The life of a writer, being everyone and everywhere all at once even if never really leaving the made up place up in the head
As there it is where they belong, the stories being told even if none of them are the writer’s own.
“Sometimes one simply needs to take a road, leading to nowhere much, the journey the point, not the destination“ Gun Roswell
A road to nowhere
The red bus or the black taxicab, biking, hiking or even slow walking, it really does not matter which mode you just might be choosing
The main goal is not to goal, rather enjoy the journey ahead, no matter how hard or sad, there is always something to be taken away from all that
At the end the goal might just shine, but even if you won’t reach it, either in time or at all, the best of it all, are the gained friends, the memories in the brain’s store
“The weather be a cold hearted wench, literally! The snow and ice, that ain’t at all nice! Not in April!“ Gun Roswell
Oh not this again! Snow in April?!
The weather, always be there, not matter where you are on this small sphere
Perhaps, if going to the moon, then there would be nothing there to over swoon?
No rain, no snow, no heat no warmth, definitely no sunshine, well, at least some, maybe?
But, always and forever, the weather down here on this planet, upon us daily dwellers, present
And that fact, simply annoys the hell out of those who can only see the one point of view
That of there being of an eternal summer with full blown heat and no rain to spare, with drought too, I am afraid
Or then the continued cold of a harsh and monochrome winter, snow, sleet, ice, nothing ever nice even on a dare
The weather gods dropping on their way, just the same old pouring stuff day in and out
Hey! I finally shout to those possibly listening in, what the f..k were you all thinking?
The calendar on the wall, clearly states this is not winter nor fall, but spring time should be all up and in the air
And so, send us some warm kind of weather and sunshine and perhaps a few drops of water too!
“Baking some nice pastries, for the sweet tooth on a Saturday noon, then finding out, how those turned out in the oven, is a whole other matter“ Gun Roswell
Aliens ate my tarts
When the hunger for something sweet beckons, and to the freezer beckons, searching for some ingredients to whip up something real quick, before getting totally sick and delirious when the craving gets too much and such so then, finally finding some old and thankfully not yet mouldy supplies, putting them to getter for a few sweet pies. Shoving the lot into the oven and hoping the heck something of them coming out, a tasty treat for me to snack on, and in no time at all, the ding of the clock, indicating it is done, and so, it’s only a matter of moments before the treats are good and ready to eat.
Turning my back for mere moments, just enough time to make some coffee to go along with it and then ready with the dark liquid to pick up those sweet treats and what do I find? All of them gone, gone, gone! Nothing left except the face like a calling card of sorts. And when I looked at it I could clearly see, as to whom was the thief of my supposed tasty treats – Those darned aliens! They damned well ate all my sweet tarts!
“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!
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“So, Monday:
We meet again!”
Monday: Not again!
I knew you were trouble
As soon as I met you
Like the space telescope Hubble
Or a kid without shoes
I would be completely lost
If I didn’t have you
Yeah, what would a week be
Without us to curse thee
Because it can only get better
After a Mon-dee!
Posted in Daily Incidents
“So, Monday, we meet again!”
Monday: We meet again!
I knew you were trouble
As soon as I met you
Like the space telescope Hubble
Or a kid without shoes
I would be completely lost
If I didn’t have you
Yeah, what would a week be
Without us to curse thee
Because it can only get better
After a Mon-dee
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