Coffee, always on the run

“There is always time for coffee, no matter where and when you are running, coffee, in the run, of course!“ Gun Roswell

The coffee break does not read the time on the clock, ticking away, tick tock, too loudly, as a moment or few had passed, without a cup on the side, and so, there was now a great big gaping hole where the coffee used to go, a size which could only be filled with the strongest kind of concoction.

The kind where even a spoon would melt in, and so, it was totally a large kind of sin, to go such a long time not consuming even a drop of the stuff, which made life somewhat worthwhile, and perhaps even that faint smile onto the grumpy old face, as nothing else really these days could.

But now, on the run, not the morning jog type rather fighting through in the rat race, trying to keep the head above the water’s edge, and without constantly tipping into the coffee jar, it was impossible at best, and so, taking a mug filled to the hilt, a large one at that, consuming it while moving forward in a good pace, the coffee helping on this difficult race.

Coffee with a Side Dish

“There is nothing wrong with coffee! Then again, adding a sugary snack on the side? Well, guess I should try?“ Gun Roswell

The simple cup of black coffee, seems to be lacking
Of something else, hovering above in stacking
Perhaps a taste of something soft and sweet 
Not that, coffee, usually, really never needed

As anything to disturb the essence of the dark liquid
Even if it would only be a side trip real, real quick
Whatever you may feel about this potent stuff of life
The coffee in the cup, the only thing in this life right

Perhaps just give it a chance, taking a small bite 
At first, washing it down with the coffee learnt
And then, if it feels totally good without a choice
Then perhaps reconsider, having the coffee some slack

Not that it and consumption in anyway needs to be toned back
Rather have a day in a week, regularly like
To add one thing sweet, in the menu like spice
Then feel how much better the break taken for this stuff

Will give you a tad more of the sugary fluff
Perhaps missing for the simple and straight cup
Of coffee, well, it might not be so much

Coffee and the Close-up

“There certainly is always time for coffee, no matter the time of day or even if you need it slay, perhaps the dragon no less, or something smaller to confess, simply because with coffee you can!“ Gun Roswell

The day might be just like any other day, except when you feel you are in grave dire and lots of trouble, there is certainly time for a double, cup of coffee whether, it is espresso or with sugar and milk, whatever the choice of the silken drink, it does not matter as long as it is coffee, and only coffee, alright, a bagel is allowed, or perhaps a croissant or a biscuit if you won’t chew too loud. Just remember, that this stuff, is what life is made of, coffee, will make you stronger, faster, louder, prouder than anyone in the world. Well, except for those other ones who love the stuff as much as you do, then of course it might get a tad competitive, but surely, you can settle the fight with some more coffee, for example who can drink the most cups in one go or something similar, as long as this all revolves around the coffee, then nothing else in the world can ever go wrong!

Bubbles in the coffee cup


“The coffee in the cup is bubbly and looks like fun, so better drink it on the run“ Gun Roswell 


No matter the time of day, no matter the state of mind, even if in disarray, there is one constant in the universe which will be the perfect choice, as a calming effect, a snack and even a beverage for the thirsty soul. So, listen carefully to the beckoning call, of that bubbling pot, making the lot of coffee for everyone to consume, and all this before the time is noon.

The key is in the bubbles. Look carefully at them, floating across the surface of the drink, and they will not sink, even if you will blow at them or mix the liquid with a spoon, because as soon as you stop stirring, the bubbles will be re-emerging. Persistent are they by nature, but the are the very nature, of the tall order in the cup, so do not huff, rather gently blow at them, and then take taste. The tickles in your mouth, will make you giggle out loud, meaning only one thing. You are enjoying the best cup of the stuff and isn’t that simply grand.

It’s Coffee time again

“The coffee time? Well, it’s always time for coffee so I guess, time is coffee and coffee is time” Gun Roswell

The time for coffee, is always there
Whether you are are perky or in despair
It does not matter if you are at home or working
There is always a cup of coffee there on the lurking
The time is now and now is the time for coffee
Whether someone else in frustration is huffing
A true coffee lover does not really care
If others in stop and totally do stare
Just because you are the one with the cup
It does not mean, that you should stop
Drinking that one fine substance in the universe
The tastes, even the odour is simply diverse
So, never put your gears to reverse
Just because someone said, coffee does not rule
And for that, you can say, they are a total fool
Because coffee does rule, your world, all the world
And should you to some other universe to be hurled
Remember to take plenty of coffee with you
And introduce it to the local dwellers, for sure
So, is there time for a cup of some coffee?
Indeed, there always is, time for another cup of coffee

Coffee made me do it!

“Dark as night, sweet as sin? What is that I hear calling me? Coffee!” Gun Roswell

Today I went off the edge
I didn’t even take a pledge
I pranced around like a Fred Astaire
The others looking with a stare
Laughing out very loud
And feeling extremely proud
An old tune from years ago
Nothing to stop the show
I started singing that tune
Not being any kind of prune
Why this happened you may ask
It wasn’t anything from a flask
Though I have one excuse to acquit
The Coffee made me do it!

The World exists only in a Cup of Coffee

“There is a time for coffee and that time is anytime possible” Gun Roswell

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, really am, Coffee!?!

“I have finally become one, with the one sure and certified thing, Coffee” Gun Roswell


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.

Coffee.

Rain, without shine

“Bring me rain, so I can finally breathe” Gun Roswell

Bring me no shine no more
But lots of rain down on me pour
I need to breathe in the liquid
This sunshine is killing me quickly

I tried so hard to adjust
Because I was told I must
But in the scorching light
I feel my will lost the fight

I was happier in the darker dreary
Feeling everything near me
The shiny bright open wide
I cannot find a place to hide

Shadow almost gone now
Even the winds hotly blow
Only one place left to go
But I cannot reach the under growth

Please hear my plead o’ mighty Thor
Send down some rain and roar
Heal this bleeding sores
Before all that remains is deadly scorned

When it Rains it totally so pours!

“There is rain, and then, there is a downpour, and this, is certainly the latter!” Gun Roswell


The rain came down a pouring
The sound loud as roaring
Frozen drops, balls of hail
No time to stop and flail
Pounding hard onto the ground
A safe harbour needs to be found
The nature showing it’s full force
When it rains, then it pours