Back to the Future or already there?

“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

Coffee, Coffee, Coffee and then some

“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!

Earth and the Humanoid)

“An alien has landed and photo-bombed the image!” Gun Roswell

One small step for human
One forty-two size shoe on the ground

Is this just an illusion,
Or something profound?
Perhaps a mission to Mars,
Or just a photographing farce?

Let your imagination run wild
Who knows what adventures you will find
On planet Earth
She said, with mirth

Scream and Shout, for Coffee

“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!

Perfection

“Nobody’s perfect, right?!” Gun Roswell

Welcome, to perfection!
A full life circle in reflection
Leave all your troubles outside
The only rule applied
Before entering the great open wide

Perfection is the emotion you feel
Perfection is the person you love
Perfection is life without care
Perfection is loving yourself

You are now leaving perfection
You only sampled a tiny bit of the selection
Is there something we did to dampen
Any experience you may have wanted
To try out in abundance?

I am not perfect
You are not perfect
Life is not perfect
Perfection
Is just an illusion

Weekend time

“It’s some kind of week-end happening?” Gun Roswell

Finally the time has arrived
So give yourself a big high five
It’s that hour of the day
When at work you need no more to stay
The weekly grind is over
And you have all the power
To spend each and every moment
Either all or in separate instalments
The time and space is yours alone
Just remember, they cannot be cloned
But, do not try to be too bold
Or you’ll be left out in the cold
Enjoy this precious time of the week
Do whatever your heart may seek
After all this free time is given only
Once each week to the all the lovely
People working their butts off for the company
Selling their souls naturally;)

I am a trilingual illiterate

“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!

Bad thing happen to those who wait

“No good deed ever goes unpunished” 

If you think about it hard enough
Continue pacing, with a huff and puff
How life sucks and your left on the docks
The negatives will be knocking on all doors

Keep feeling those ugly feelings
And soon you’ll have the dealings
Of bad things coming your way
Played a card wrong, and most likely to stay

Good things happen to those who wait
Bad things happen when you hesitate
Carrying around all the baggage
World and all, in a large piece of luggage

If you want advice
Then this is not the place
I suggest, taking a short walk
To the end of a very long pier

Put all the hate, anger and fear
On top of the box you carried so long
Tie a rope around it all
Push the box into the water really strong 

Into there yourself, don’t fall
Now walk back, don’t look back
See how light it is on your back
Step is lighter too and outlook better

Now why the hell did you let it all so long fester?
This is a question for you and me
For you see
That person, is really me

I am so evil it kills me, or so they say

“I’m not evil, I was just photographed this way,  on this display ” Gun Roswell

I cannot fit any type, how ever you want to describe
I am not so good, but not too bad either, I just give out that vibe
There is no stereotype big enough
To catch and box my ego, yeah, it’s that tough

Being oneself should be the goal
Not being afraid of making a foul
Labelling someone evil, just because the have a little diva
Inside of them which shows, and with a bow all to them give ‘ya

Evil or not, I will not stop
Being myself, the ultimate pop
If you want to keep up the plot
Then let me be the star on top

Prick me and I will bleed, for my blood is red indeed
Throw your sticks and stones, they may indeed break my bones 
But with a bandaid and crutches 
I will soon again rise above your clutches

What Ever!!!

“Screw you guys, I’m going home!” Eric Cartman

You were smiling
Feeling charming
And quite beguiling
The sun was shining
This was supposed to be
A great day
For a song or a play

But then it turned out to be
Something else completely
It turned out to be
One of *those days*
Struck you in the face
Run over like a ten ton truck
And disappear without a trace

What the fuck?
Feeling like a schmuck
Completely out of luck
Standing in the rain
Without an umbrella
Almost going insane
And not from singing a cappella

So I say “What ever!”
And take my leave