Life is Kewl?
Life is a rollercoaster ride
Like riding on a wave during tide
In trying to survive
Push back down that vile
And plaster on that big fake smile
Lie through your teeth
Make all look better than it seems
Use that fake kind of a brighter beam
And everyone will be fooled
When retorting:
“Life is kewl!”
Happy
Be happy
When you feel crappy
Do not be snappy
Even though hour skin is flabby
And the coffee tasted sappy
Just calm down and smile gladly
Then
Surprise or not:
You’ll be happy
“It’s just social media, not real life after all!” Gun Roswell
The social media
With it’s exclusive cliques
Reminder of a passed era
Playing in a sandbox
When one was six
Call it fandom
Call it friendship
The last ship
You ever expected
To be on
Hook, line and sinker
They reeled you in
Ready to give up your thinker
For world of cyber within
Playing by the rules
Set only by a few
If you won’t comply
Then out you will fly
Highly addicted
Utterly conflicted
Still trying hard
To get disconnected
No one seen
In the darkened room
The only light
From the screen
Sitting quietly
Wondering
If there is
Life beyond
The cyber dome
“On the water, I am floating, until I sink?” Gun Roswell
On the water floating slowly
Bubbly, a little of salt for taste
Drink it if you’re thirsty
“Not without my coffee, ever!!” Gun Roswell
Drag me by my feet
You cannot let me go without my treat
I can’t even make a tweet
If you won’t give me what I seek
I will scream at out of my fullest lungs
Tease me, and I will stick out my tongue
Shout so hard until there is no doubt
I want, need, have to have my coffee
I will not leave
I will not heave
I will not achieve
I will not be
Without my coffee I am nothing
I cannot function or do anything
I am devastated if I don’t drink
Without that wonderful liquid, I cannot think
Not without my coffee
Never without my coffee
See the pattern forming?
Consider this a warning!
Now, gimme my coffee!
“Nature reflecting my state of mind, just please, be kind!” Gun Roswell
Blue, the colour of nature
Frozen in a moment, the eternal torment
What’s happening in my mind
“Me no speak no langvits to know!” Gun Roswell
I am a trilingual illiterate, and, I cannot read, write or speak in any language
Tongue tied and words a mumbling, head shaking and whole body trembling
I cannot make myself understood
Not at home or in the neighbourhood
Writing is hard making so many mistakes, even my proofreader send me complaints
Articulating can be a hassle, words pouring out on a total mess
I learnt so many languages in the past
Speaking and reading them quite fast
Is it just me, suffering from a speaking fear
Or do my words get twisted in other people’s ears
I suspect is none or the other
But I try not to let any of that bother
I may be an illiterate
I may even be trilingual
But as a matter of fact
I read, speak and write, no matter what
Hanging here out of total and utter spite!
“Living on the hill” Gun Roswell
Living on the highest floor
Of the building on the hill side
Looking over all, never falling
“Midday sun high up in the sky above us” Gun Roswell
Sun burning with full force
Searching for cooling shade, without any delay
Lucky me, nearby restaurant located
“Listen to what I say, or don’t, is all good!” Gun Roswell
If you listened to me carefully, and really heard what I said
Then the tomato would not have turned into a potato in your head
So, I said pick to some apples and a few oranges, from the top branches
And you heard that part and then to make it to squash,
Even though I told you, to make a nice fruit salad, not down the drain wash
My every word twisted, wrong quotes listed
Sometimes I wonder, what language am I speaking, if any at all
Maybe it would be better, to not utter any words at all
My dilemma now going viral, my sayings world wide spiral
I was under the impression my brain mouth coordination was on the level
Instead every thing out of my mouth causing dishevel
Should I sing and do a dance number instead
Would everyone just be merry and clap and not chew my head
For now, I just keep on saying tomato
If you think it’s just my bravado
The I will let you that just think and hear
I, will say my thing and not hide in fear
Rantings Of A Third Kind 