Crazy?
Call me crazy
Call me insane
Call me anything
But i will not explain
I am me
I am myself
I am it all
And everyone else
Tell me you hate me
Tell me you’ll kill me
I will laugh
I will not run
Category Archives: human life
Couch Potato
Couch Potato
Ouch!
As I was sitting on the couch
Dumbfound as I was
Watching the flicker of the screen
Images, sounds
All of it i had already seen
Too lazy to move a muscle
It seemed a waste of energy
And maybe some channel trickery
After all, the same old repeating
So whom was i kidding
I knew all the lines by heart
Even that one commercial supposedly smart
So why do I keep watching then
When i could be doing the zen?
I, am the ultimate
Couch potato!
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Sisu, Sauna and Something else?
” When in Helsinki, do as the Finns do”
Finns, what a nationality
We have quite the ability
To enjoy ourselves
With life’s simple little things
Sauna, heated to at least eighty degrees
Surely hot enough to melt any cheese
Beating each other with branches of birch
Almost as purifying as absolution in a church
Sisu, the spunk, guts and percistence
We have plenty of through out our existance
Rally drivers, Nokia, Linux and the rest
We only deliver the best
Koskenkorva, pure spirit made out of barley
After drinking, don’t ride your Harley
The Swedes may prefer their Vodka
But for the Finns, it’s pure dogma
We have lakes and forrests in abundance
So please come and join us
For a visit in the green of nature
It won’t leave you denatured
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A brand new day
“It’s a clean slate” Gun Roswell
It’s a new day
It’s a new season
It’s a new beginning
Waking up, really early
Getting the good worms, like a wee birdy
Feeling great, and being a just little flirty
Life is perfect
Life is calm
Life is happy
Or
Is this calm before the storm?
Who knows!
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a whole week?
“Yeah, time really does fly, or simply days?” Gun Roswell
so, sunday
which means tomorrow monday
then tuesday
after that, wednesday
then another thursday
after that, thank gooddness friday
weekend begins with saturday
then we’ll back in sunday
oh, how time flies…
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Serially?
“Sweet and soft and heavenly? An odd combo maybe?” Gun Roswell
There is just
something about you
I am in lust
And only for you
I am finding it impossible
to stay away
Highly improbable
Anything would keep me at bay
I lost you
Luckily
I found you
My little bit of Heaven
By sweet sweet
I am up to seven
My one and only treat
My sweet chocolate bar
In a serial package
You didn’t venture too far
When I was tracking
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It’s May Day!
“The First of May. also Labour Day, a day filled with noise and balloons?” Gun Roswell
“May Day! May Day!”
The clock blared
As the alarm went off
I woke up with a scoff
“What the F…!”
As this, was supposed to be my day off!
Clearing my throat, with a cough
I quickly got up, in a huff and a puff
Waking, this early in the morning, was tough
I looked at the clock on the wall
Figuring some way, to stall
But the only option, was my ass outside to haul
First view from the window
Did my foggy mind blow
As I rubbed my eyes, little did I know
The only thing I would see, was more snow
What the hell was going on?
I thought May was summer’s dawn
But this plan has one big flaw
The winter has raised its ugly claw
It must have been because of the weather
My alarm clock had made this error
Waking me up early, knowing
I only, could this task endeavour
So now, it was up to me
The land and air rid of the freeze
To bring forth the sunshine and warm breeze
Just had to figure out, how this task to seize!
If I only had powers of magic
I would just pull out some gimmick
But unfortunately, my witchery has a limit
So, for now, I just taped on an image
Onto the window with a view quite idyllic
A summery green meadow,
The warmer weathers to mimic
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Best of times, worst of times
“Kind of a cliche isn’t it just?” Gun Roswell
At each ending
There is always a new beginning
Recapping the time we had been spending
Was one good or just sinning
Deal with the bad
Its ok to feel sad
Sometimes to get mad
Enjoy the little things
If you feel like it, just sing
And remember, no one can change at a bells ding
Take care of self and others
Shout out, if feeling smothered
Think good thoughts
But when needed, dwell in the past
Nothing really lasts
At least not for that long
If you are very strong
Its good to be weak
For sometimes what you seek
Is not a reward or a price
Just someone being nice
And a kiss or a hug
Does not cost too much
In the end or the beginning
Its just time we are spending
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Behind the Trees
“Playing hide and seek like a kid?” Gun Roswell
When you look really hard
Into the horizon far
You’ll find something pretty
Behind the trees still shitty
A white ball of light
Shining so bright
Blinding if you stare too long
But the temptation is strong
Let the sunshine embrace you
And enjoy the new found you
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Because I Can?
“Sitting, is never good for you” Gun Roswell
I sit in my chair
With uncombed hair
Pyjamas for comfort
Yes, you can call me a dork
I eat what I want
Go to bed when I need
In the shower i chant
Until the neighbours ears bleed
You may call me a bad seed
What ever, I don’t break easily
I look like a troll
You may prefer a doll
But not made of plastic
The only thing close, is my waistband elastic
So I may not be too fantastic
But I feel pretty realistic
And I am
Just because I can
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