Note to self

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“Today, is just like any other day, except, I am one more year older. They say, it’s just a number, but for me, it feels like today, it’s carried to the umpteenth, so yeah, I am feeling, so old!” Gun Roswell 

Note to self

When I woke up this morning, and could not stop yawning
I knew it must have been, a psychological scheme
Because today, wasn’t like any other day
Because today, I woke up with another digit added to my age

I know some say, that age, is just a number anyway
But for me, on this day, it feels, like something of the be afraid
Like a heave stone on my chest, not letting me rest
Rather a suffocating force, leaving nothing behind but torture

Alright, to this much I admit, that i might have been feeling sick
And not the measurable coughing, snot running kind of glitch
But, the more I started to run back in time
I could clearly feel the very hit of my last chime

So, I am not really, that old, but to be perfectly bold
I feel the life flashing before my very eyes and I am not sold
To be honest, I thought I would have put so many things to rest
And by now, I would at least, own that perfect crown

And then, after pouring all them things on to paper
I realize, that even if i might be a self proclaimed hater
I am feeling kind of fine in the very same skin i occupy 
Even if I am not the perfect person, which I never deny

So what if all the achievements pegged for myself
Would be only realised at some other or later date
So what if I wasn’t the person I thought I ought to be
On this very day I turned a specific number for everyone to see

I may have spent so many years planning and waiting
The time gone by, some of it totally wasted
But I know there are plenty more ahead of me, waiting to see
What great things, I am able to finally achieve

Consider this little ditty
A note to self, even if shitty
No one is ever too old or ever to late
To do what ever things they put on their plate!

So, in the words of another mortal beauty:
Good god, girl, get a grip
Get your head out of that space of shit
And by the way, happy birthday!

Seat and the Shade

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“There is always room for one more, on this very seat, the seat, in the total shade” Gun Roswell 

Seat and the Shade

The midday, right in the middle, of the month of May
It might even be June or July, alas, the month is not the why
But rather, the shining of the sun and the glaring of the sea
And where, in the scorching heat, is safest to flee
Is it diving, into the water or maybe hiding, under a tree?
Or take cover in the cooling air-conditioned shop you see?
But what if you need to buy something
Even a the smallest thing, but forgot to bring
Your purse or any kind of method of payment?
Then no, you cannot enter the establishment
Because the option of loitering means banishment

Then, out there, in the far corner of the eye
There is something so familiar, your eyes spy
The contours of some kind of a furniture
No!, Could it? Is it? And right there, in the shade?
No, it simply cannot be true, what I see
A bench, a solemn respite, in the shadows, under a tree
I run as humanly possible in this heat
And as I reach it, i can clearly see it
Yes, it is the one simple saviour I have search
In this hour of afternoon sweat and cursed
But now, I simply forget it everything else
As I slump down on this heavenly seat
And boy, am I beat! I think, I might get some sleep!

Under the sun, but, under the parasol

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“There is just something so fun, laying, under the bright sun, but only, if I have my parasol, where I lay down without being too dull!” Gun Roswell

Under the sun, but, under the parasol 

The sun is shining, so brightly, against the blue of the sky
Nothing or no other experience in life, makes me really, smile
As does this meteorological phenomena do, to little ol’ moi
When I have made the trek to the beach, for the day encore en foi 
But this is not just about throwing some French around
But rather,  to enjoy a day, resting, even if lying, on the ground
A day at the beach, in theory at least, is a plan totally sound
But if the heat gets a tad too much to resist, and groaning out loud
Becomes the permanently made, teeth grinding non-vowels
Then it is that time, when the parasol comes to play
Quickly setting up the plastic colourful monstrosity to full display
Never mind the outlook, it’s fine because I myself won’t look
At the contraption, now above my very large head, slightly shook
Because, I will be happy on this one day of summer no matter what
Even with all them flies and other types, I away have to swat
This one single day I have earned with much work and sweat
So I will be damned if the heat or what ever other problem might me let
Feel less of fun, or any other type of good feeling 
As I lay here, watching the day, pass me by, leading
Towards the hopefully calm and setting sun for the evening
When I will leave this place, with a smile on my face

Until next year, when I get one day off and to the beach, once again trot
With my parasol naturally, so I can enjoy, the sun, fully!

Wordless Wednesday (with a few words)

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Sailing, into the blue, to cure, all, of my blues, failing, now continued, in the blue, it is eternal, for us, chosen few.

Bus stop and a Cafe

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“Mondays without colour, what a drag!” Gun Roswell

Bus stop and a Cafe

In thIn the middle of drizzling rain
A coffee cup, left a small stain
On the table of a minimalistic cafe
In the middle of a heavy street traffic
An unusual place for a respite
Almost on the tracks of a tram to sit
But the colourfully painted frame
And the comfortable seats, can take the blame
Of wanting to take a break
A few moments the city’s dust to shake
Before continuing exploration
In this small town Scandinavian

A Bench to Sit on, on a Sunday afternoon

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“I don’t generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench” Satchel Paige

A Bench to Sit on, on a Sunday afternoon

The moving, must be forward
In this weather so totally hot
But I need a place to rest for a moment
Before I can continue, this utter torment
So, after searching, for a long, long moment
I found one seat, made out of wood
Maybe, it would not be too hard
Rather, just suitably good
Or then, it might just  be too soft, for a fit!
But no matter the surface
I so totally need to rest!

Esplanade- Helsinki

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“If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears” Cesare Pavese

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Esplanade – Helsinki

Down the esplanade

We like to parade

With a gentle sway

For a while in the cafes stay

Until summer will fade

And to indoors we will trade

Harbour in Helsinki

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“Iyou wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears” Cesare Pavese

Harbour in Helsinki

The city panorama

Display filled with drama

Well, at least in the words

Of a known Americana!

Ferris wheels, Cranes and such

Sure packed a lot of stuff

And into just one image!

Now all we need to do,

Is to put the ball into the scrimmage

Don’t have a clue?

Well, just follow the mimic

I promise, it’s not a gimmick!

Aleksanterinkatu – Helsinki

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“If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears” Cesare Pavese

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Aleksanterinkatu – Helsinki

The fearless leader from Russia

Made such a fuss-ia

Wanted a statue

And a street no less

As a name sake

Oh, we are no fools

And know he was a fake

He had his dues

But I must confess

The names sound kinda cool!

Golden Moment in the sky

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“That golden moment, reflected, in the windows, in the afternoon light – looks like we live in the golden city!” Gun Roswell

Golden moment in the sky

The windows reflecting the light

As the afternoon’s sun is still bright

Colouring all the surfaces with gold hue

Completely irradiating the feeling of blue

A lyrical moment for the mundane grey

The feeling of dull quickly fading away

As the tall towers and the low windows

Make us believe in fairy tales and wonders

Our city now the golden one

Before the illusion comes undone

And we are back to the mundane vision

Of dull surfaces needing revision