Sicko

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“Times a waisting, when you are sick” Gun Roswell

Congested, achy, feverish, sneezing

You know that total feeling

When not one moment to yourself can be stealing

Just waiting in laying, for that body to be healing


When the outside noises are too much

Cannot even stand an other’s touch

Everything covered in sweat, but still freezing

And there is a constant in my ears, they’re ringing


But cannot answer that call

It must be some infection and puss ball

Cannot drink, nor anything eat

Just siting up staring in this seat


But then I fell like fainting again

So I need to go and more time in bed spend

Seems to be the trend

For this damn bend 


Yes I really am sick-o!

Life?

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“Time, is running out, for all of us?” Gun Roswell 

Life, down the drain it goes

Always saying, maybe tomorrow

But that, never happens in time

Waisting time, seems to be just fine


Always the onlooker, never the one with life

Never taking, never giving 

Around myself only spinning 

Frozen, in a box, which never unlocks 


Watching, other people’s accomplishments

Peeping, at their special moments

Feeling the burn and torment 

Trying to shout, but nothing ever comes out


Is this life or purgatory

Or just another wasted story

Nothing gained no glory 

Only strife and continued worry


Looking out from my grey box

Hoping a colourful rainbow to spot 

Wishing for a tiny drop

Instead of a thundery storm

Spring Sunday

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“Shiny, slow, Sunday” Gun Roswell 

Woke up late

Did not hesitate

To jump outside

Feeling the open wide

Alas the hot air

Felt bad on my fair

And delicate skin

Because I’m a Finn 

And not used to degrees

Over thirty odd seems

So now, sitting

Inside thinking

What could be cool

And no require tools

But there is nothing

To choose from 

Sunday fun

It’s just a pun

Invented by

Someone who denied

The whole day

And went somewhere

Else to play

A never ending repeating loop

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“Stuck on a repeating loop? Please, be kind and rewind.” Gun Roswell

A repeating loop 

Was today’s headline scoop

More and more people 

Have been caught in this sequel

Of history repeating

As time has gone cheating

Us all in a movie like staging

Where everyone is pretending

An nothing seems real

And not a moment able to steal

Can we please get a new tape recorder

Where scenes can be shown in order

And at the end only

We can rewind the tape boldly

Odds with Ends

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“Gotta have the odds to reach the ends” Gun Roswell

Objet d’art
Or something smart
On the odds and ends
Our time we spend
Without our creature comforts
We might be up the rafters

Eye, well, it does spy!

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“My eyes are getting all crossed from all this spying!” Gun Roswell

I do spy
Behind my protected eye
A man from Shanghai
With a really nice tie
Passing me by
Eating an apple pie
Waving goodbye
As, in a hurry to buy
A ticket to fly
Away to Mumbai

All of this simply, because it had to rhyme!

Back to the Future or already there?

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“Movies? What are those? Sci-fi? Call it, Sci-Fa as in fact?” Gun Roswell

I was sitting in my time machine
Whistling this happy tune
Must have been quite a scene
With the bells, whistles and fumes

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Setting the date into the dialer
The flux capacitor pulsating
Waiting patiently, I am the driver
Feeling the seat vibrating

The dashboard flashing
Soon I will be dashing
Through time and space
Into another time and place

Travelling in my vehicle
The outside cold as icicles
With the speed of light
In a tunnel quite bright

My destination dead ahead
The tunnel soon to shed
Feelings of anticipation
Of what destiny awaits me
In the next station

The fly on the wall

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“Just hanging, listening, observing, checking things out” Gun Roswell

I, am a small fly, sitting on the wall
Wall, which from I won’t totally fall
Fall, would be a terrible thing
Thing, as if I would be killed
Killed, to the very death!

I am but a fly on this wall
Wall, observing everything
Everything, and nothing
Nothing, as today’s such a bore
Bore, because I have no sugar!

Ah, sugar, the essence of life
Life, this tiny little fly’s treat
Treat, as in a sugary snack
Snack, as without it I would slack
Slack, well, yes, you know, lazy!

I basically don’t do much
Much, as humans consider such
Such, is the life of a fly
Fly, but now, I really have to fly
So, bye bye!

Flying high?

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“Ever high up, in a soft huff and slow kind of a puff “ Gun Roswell


Rising high, above the clouds
An exceptional ride I’ve chosen no doubt
A big balloon, fuelled with hot air
Someone else might run away in scare

A hot air balloon, this transport it is called
For without the fire and air, the lift off would have stalled
A giant blob of a ball piercing the tall skies

And in a tiniest of baskets, the passengers are huddled together
Knowing, their life is hanging by very narrow tethers

It’s all cool an fun when you look from below
But rising over the rooftops and clouds above
The perspective changes into a worry of a fall
Soon enough, you’re starting to huff and puff

Looking for a landing spot
From where everything looks like a dot
Finally starting to descend
Thank the deities that, all ended well

Coffee, Coffee, Coffee and then some

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“There really is no life before the first pot of coffee in the morning” Gun Roswell

Since the dawn of time when humans first dropped down from the trees and started walking, their first trip must have been to the closest Starbucks for some coffee.

Remember the classic film “2001: A Space Odyssey” and first scene where the prehistoric man is bewildered when a big black block lands before him? What if instead of the monolith a giant cup of coffee would have landed? I think we would have evolved much faster and would be more advanced today if that would have been the case 

But let’s move forward in time and to present day.

I have dropped in a quite a few suggestions (read request) in our office “suggestion box“: Add to the list of necessary office supplies an IV drop filled with coffee. Each worker would then be hooked into the IV every morning and during the day; a dedicated person would circulate around the office and re-fill the empty ones.

But seriously, coffee is the one good drug that keeps this world up and running. Here is an example of an ordinary working day:

1st cup: 06.00 AM: Eyes barely open reaching for my glasses on the night stand sniffing for that precious aroma. Nothing yet! Half running downstairs praying the automated coffee maker has not suffered from any kind of electrical stroke during the night and my coffee would be there waiting for me.

It is! Hallelujah let the day begin!

2nd cup: 06.20 AM: Morning ablutions behind me, standing fully clothed ready to take off to work, gulping the second cup of coffee while reaching for the door.

3rd cup: 07.00 AM: In the office, turning on the coffee machine before even reaching for the lights in the darkened office. Impatiently waiting while the machine is making its morning sounds before I can insert my coffee capsule into the damned thing and get my coffee (Note: It’s a double shot just to make sure I don’t run out before I can tackle today’s pile of work).

4th to 6th cup: 08.00 to 11.00 AM: A steady flow of “double shots” for each cup to keep up the pace of the day and a smile on my face.

7th cup: 11.30 AM: A cup of coffee to complement a tasty lunch, of course

8th to 9th cup: 12.00 PM to 02.00 PM: One for each scheduled meeting for the afternoon.

10th (to 11th) cup: 02.15 PM: It is finally time for the afternoon coffee break! (In reality this is a very large cup so guess it counts for two or more…).

12th cup: 03.00 PM: Last squeeze (and cup of coffee) before the day’s work is done!

13th cup: 04.00 PM: Time to leave for home, one more for the road…

14th to Umpteenth cup: 05.00 PM to Midnight: After a full day of work, I managed a full hour of exercise, went grocery shopping and vacuumed the whole house. Albeit I was so perked up from all the coffee I managed to get to bed early (around 2 AM) after cleaning a few closets and taking the dog out three times during the evening for a brisk walk and of course, having a cup of coffee here and there; P

The lesson learned: There is no such thing as too much coffee!

By the way, last time I had my yearly check up at the doctors, the conclusion was: there was far too much blood in my caffeine circulation!