Fabulous Friday has arrived
Giving it a big high five day
Early morning, early rise
A gorgeous sunrise
The air cool and crisp
Leaves covered with frost
With the moon peaking out
Time to holler, time to shout
The nature dressed
With colours of red
Sunshine reflected
On each surface
The flaring colours
The autumn odours
“Sometimes, it’s good to just sit down, take a breather, lift your feet up and simply, exists” Gun Roswell
Another boring working week, finally, in the box
Despite, having planned, quite a lot
But barely doing, the minimum required
Even if, I had some complements acquired
But, today, is that one day, I usually root for
Yes, Friday eve, is finally, knocking at the door!
So, it is time to hang up the keyboard
And pick up a completely new chord
Because this time, is my own special time
Either spent binge watching my favourite shows
Or then, going down the memory lane flow
Meaning mostly, digging up old pictures
Of those rare and few memorable fixtures
Where time was spent in a more favourable place
Where seemingly nothing changes and time still stands
Alas, I am talking about the summer, or rather those few days
Where the sun and the sea, were totally in sync
Showing all kinds of blues off the waves blink
Sitting by that seashore, without any kinds of chores
Well, those days are certainly missed
Now that the darkness slowly starts to piss
On this otherwise solemn and organised daily bliss
But hey, it’s the weekend, so, no more wallowing spent
On the old memories of summer days gone by
Because we all know, time flies
No matter if you are having fun or not
Or even if it is really cold or painfully hot
Enjoy the day, no matter what
Friday, or hey, even a damned Monday
Those can all be, some kind of fund days
“Friday I’m in love?” Gun Roswell
Friday
Tomorrow, I have to borrow
Skip today, like it was yesterday
Friday, my hero, without you, I am zero
The day of wonder, the day of bliss
Oh, how I have you, each day missed
I am sorry you had to go away
I wished, really, for you to stay
But I know, you cannot be everyday
So I am trying to enjoy, each and every day
But Friday, I miss you any way
Friday, always on my mind
Friday, is always so kind
Friday, yes, that is my day
Friday, I am in love with you
Friday, you are the only and true
“Yes folks, it is, Friday, once again, which is a good thing, because tomorrow, I can finally sleep in :P“ Gun Roswell
Friday vibes and some summer memories
Another boring working week, finally, in the box
Despite, having planned, quite a lot
But barely doing, the minimum required
Even if, I had some complements acquired
But, today, is that one day, I usually root for
Yes, Friday eve, is finally, knocking at the door!
So, it is time to hang up the keyboard
And pick up a completely new chord
Because this time, is my own special time
Either spent binge watching my favourite shows
Or then, going down the memory lane flow
Meaning mostly, digging up old pictures
Of those rare and few memorable fixtures
Where time was spent in a more favourable place
Where seemingly nothing changes and time still stands
Alas, I am talking about the summer, or rather those few days
Where the sun and the sea, were totally in sync
Showing all kinds of blues off the waves blink
Sitting by that seashore, without any kinds of chores
Well, those days are certainly missed
Now that the darkness slowly starts to piss
On this otherwise solemn and organised daily bliss
But hey, it’s the weekend, so, no more wallowing spent
On the old memories of summer days gone by
Because we all know, time flies
No matter if you are having fun or not
Or even if it is really cold or painfully hot
Enjoy the day, no matter what
Friday, or hey, even a damned Monday
Those can all be, some kind of fund days
Happy weekend y’all!
“There is a thin ray of hope in the midst of it all, somewhere there, maybe hidden for now, from most of the prying eyes, but, if you look really carefully, you will find, a slice of heaven waiting to be explored“ Gun Roswell
Slice of Heaven
Do not let the colours fool you, or rather, the total lack of it all. As even black, white and grey are colours too. And that lack, does not take away from the experience or rather in this case, the virtual tour, made out of an old photographic memory, from the very past. Which is in the here and now, made to last, in bits and bytes and all those kind. And yes, it surely shows, right there, in the middle of it all, this little slice of heaven, you were most likely looking for. Displayed real nice, so if you did not do so before, then now is the time to smile!
“I am not trying to give an image of a fairytale, perfect, everything else, I am just being myself” Rebecca Loos
Bitch Ever So Perfect
Call me the perfect bitch
Or just the worst one you can find
I may be a broom-less witch
But still the best of my kind
You may find me..
Taking flight
In the darkest of night
Or just taking a bus
In the early morning rush
You may see me…
Dancing naked in the pouring rain
Celebrating life to the fullest
Or just having a beer in a dive bar stained
Being one of the people dullest
You may catch me…
Casting the mightiest of spells
Cursing and not giving a damn
Or just talking to my mom on the cell
Just because, I can
Now you may see me…
In a new aspect
As a bitch perfect
Because that is who I am
Just because, I can
“Yes folks, it is, Friday, once again, which is a good thing, because tomorrow, I can finally sleep in :P“ Gun Roswell
Friday vibes and summer memories
Another boring working week, finally, in the box
Despite, having planned, quite a lot
But barely doing, the minimum required
Even if, I had some complements acquired
But, today, is that one day, I usually root for
Yes, Friday eve, is finally, knocking at the door!
So, it is time to hang up the keyboard
And pick up a completely new chord
Because this time, is my own special time
Either spent binge watching my favourite shows
Or then, going down the memory lane flow
Meaning mostly, digging up old pictures
Of those rare and few memorable fixtures
Where time was spent in a more favourable place
Where seemingly nothing changes and time still stands
Alas, I am talking about the summer, or rather those few days
Where the sun and the sea, were totally in sync
Showing all kinds of blues off the waves blink
Sitting by that seashore, without any kinds of chores
Well, those days are certainly missed
Now that the darkness slowly starts to piss
On this otherwise solemn and organised daily bliss
But hey, it’s the weekend, so, no more wallowing spent
On the old memories of summer days gone by
Because we all know, time flies
No matter if you are having fun or not
Or even if it is really cold or painfully hot
Enjoy the day, no matter what
Friday, or hey, even a damned Monday
Those can all be, some kind of fund days
Happy weekend y’all!
