“I think I just may be, a tad paranoid?”
Voices, noises
Never good with so many choices
Watching, looking, staring
Who’s in my kitchen cooking
Daemons, angels, the devil perhaps?
God, Jesus and all those things fictional
Aliens and conspiracies more so
Paradoxes, global warming
At least that one is true!
The FBI, police forces, neighbours even
And with their cats and dogs too!
They are all watching, me!
I am, becoming, quite paranoid
“I have no idea?” Gun Roswell
I have no new ideas
My mind is completely blank
Writing this un-rhyming poem
Is the only thing of I could think
Something, something…
I guess is better than
Nothing?
But I do what I can
(Do I really?)
Scribbling on my smart phone
Trying to create the perfect poem
And simply realising I am just repeating
The one missing thing all over again
So I am stopping
Right here, right now
Before my brain is popping out
I will try to take a break
From being a writer fake?
“Did I mention, that I really love coffee?” Gun Roswell
Today, is time for, Coffee
There’s no form of life without, Coffee
A world revolves around, Coffee
That’s it, Coffee
Life=Coffee
Nuff said, I’m outta here!
And getting some more, Coffee
“Flaw makes perfect?” Gun Roswell
A flaw here, another there!
So many flaws, I have some to share!
I’ve never been inspired to be the greatest
But neither am I among the totally flakiest
But in the years of late for sure
I have started to think of maybe, a cure?
For that nit-picking nagger, who’ll find all them flaws
Or maybe, just maybe, give it the hee-haw!?
“Call 911, or 112 if in Europe” Gun Roswell
“911, what’s the emergency?”
“Everything?”
“How can it be so? You must define at least one thing wrong!”
“Can’t, it’s all so bad!”
“How bad is it?”
“It’s all full of shit. Life, living, this… nothing worth a single bit!”
“But, can’t you find at least one thing? Something, that would enable you to sing?”
“No, nothing.”
“That’s really sad. Almost makes me mad!”
“Yeah, well, how do you think I feel? Is this, life, all of it, even all real?”
“Maybe, or maybe it’s just a dream?”
“Well, if I am only dreaming, then maybe, from this nightmare I can wake up, fake my way up and smile, at least for a while?”
“Sounds like a plan? Have you tried to stand?”
“I will, just now. Yep I can, I am so proud!”
“Sounds great, maybe it was not too late, just a while to hesitate?”
“Maybe, but now, I will try walking, one step, then another, I hope no more you to bother. I am on my path now, somehow, able to walk again!”
“Thank you, for the explain! Now I too, can leave this plane, help an others, onto the next level to be able to get.”
“Good luck, I will try not to fuck up… this time!”
“You too! After all, for trying, there is nothing to loose!”
End connection… “Beep, beep, beep…”
”B*tch, please!” Gun Roswell
I was made for you to hate,
There is no need for me that further to explain
And yet, I cannot resist telling you all of this
The recipe quite simple not to exist
Add:
A little dirt, some salt, hint of water and lots of plastic,
Place them in a mould, then simply, fold
Bake it all in a really big oven,
Hopefully, something soon starts showing
A recipe might not as refined as that, which in the end, is just fine, oh snap!
I am here for all of you to peruse,
Completely made of plastic, certainty elastic
One in a million, but somehow unique like a billion
I may come from a top shelf
But still manage to be oh so very custom made
Deal with it 😛
“Things, affairs , all of it, might be wrong, a lot of them are, but, giving up hope, was never an option, never part of the grand plan either. Was it?“ Gun Roswell
“It’s hell out there! Surely we had some time to spare before it was about to happen I swear!” Someone exclaimed having taken a spun around the neighbourhood, having found it no fun at all.
“Have you seen the latest news?” Another one asked confused of the times. “It’s murder and mayhem for sure and that is the awful truth!”
“I don’t leave my house anymore. Just because it’s such a chore.” The third one chimed, certainly they were not feeling so fine. “Putting all them gear on, the armour or whatnot, just to feel safe and even then you cannot be sure.”
“The kids are all home schooled now, not that its of any use. Them all hanging on their game girls and fun stations, twatting about it all on the internets of things. Such misuse of the time. All of it wasted for sure. But the lure of it all is too much to ignore.” The mum from across the street shouted from the open window, never ever daring to leave her home.
“Truly is sad all of it. In the olden days, well, everything was so much sunnier, funnier, lighter and brighter. And now, it’s all such shades of greys.” A not so old person retorted to the others, from a safe distance but of course.
“Yeah, hell has certainly arrived to our small corner of the world. Then again, what did we expect with all them devils running around in our streets. But we did invite them here didn’t we?” And with that there was no rhyme to be seen, simply a comment of how things had turned out to be.
“Thinking hard or hardly moving one thought? Brain empty, no matter, another one can be bought?” Gun Roswell
Mind in full spin-cycle
As my thoughts its trying to tackle
I feel like i am about to chuckle
But then lost in another puzzle
My brain is trying to hustle
“Something certainly rattling up there… Could it be… a thought perhaps?” Gun Roswell
This, tiny, useful brain of mine
Thinks, it is, doing just fine
It keeps on going and going and going
Even though my body yearns for slowing
Down at night, well… sometimes
And some other times
Too needs, to rewind
So, I ask you nicely
Please be kind
Shut down
Every once in a while
Let me sleep
Dream real deep
And maybe a later
I will reward you with a nice state of
Quiz and debate
“I thought the whole point of growing older was to grow wiser, not wider! The first thing ain’t happening but the second one sure is! Goodness knows we are so lacking wisdom in this world, so what gives???” Gun Roswell
Oh Gravity!
I trusted you, ya know
I thought we were the best of friends
Forever I mean, heaven sent and all that jazz of a kink
But ya sure fooled me, didn’t ya!
Cause this ain’t no ship, friend or otherwise!
And I’ll bet my shiny fat derrière you’re sitting out there somewhere
Laughing your respective one off just ’cause I’m getting all the wider!
Didn’t I do all the things ya requested?
Ya know, when I was so much younger and…. Well?
Fasted, toned, honed, ran, whatever fad there was I did do to keep things… fit?
Having them perky edges, standing rather than never around to sit?Starving more likely!
No liquor, no snacks, no sweets, certainly less food… no nuttin’!
Not one single good thing consumed, just illin’!
And so, finally, here is were I stopped
The age slowly seeping in and I ain’t singing!
So yeah, wider!
Gravity, you’re now pullin’ me every which way
Cannot seem to keep my body in one single shape?
Most days waking up with a loud huff and puff
Feeling like a broken down collectable doll or some such
Fitting each part to their constraints
The shatnerish contraptions holding me together in on place
Pulling, pushing, squeezing, nudging, whatever trick to simply fit!
Finally managing to a somewhat of a human form
Guess not really the regular or the norm
But what the hey!
If I can still stand up straight, do the walk
Then yeah, I beat you!
At least for this day!
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