Humour
“Ride the yellow bike” Gun Roswell
Yellow ride
The yellow ride
On the road side
A motorised bike
Something to like
Yellow in colour
Certainly not the duller
Rent it for an hour
With only one dollar
Ride it with gusto
Is an absolute must
Down the hillside
It easily slides
Up the street
In a rhythmic beat
Go as fast as you can
Without caring a damn
When the hour
Is finally over
You still feel the power
Of the little scooter
That could
“Never enough coffee” Gun Roswell
Coffee always in double
With a big size cup as this It’s really hard to miss
The caffeine addict within me
Coffee, on the double
Coffee, please make it double
Coffee, cup size, better have it double
As the healing liquid I get in front of me
Life always looks so much better I believe
And the i drink my coffee until late eve
Coffee, never enough
Coffee, never too much
Coffee, thank goodness for such
Coffee, a most precious gift
Coffee, how you always up me lift
Coffee, nuff said, peace!
“Friends of many colours” Gun Roswell
Pink friend
Sometimes friends come in many shapesSometimes even their colours may vary
Sometimes you may be lucky to have a double set
Sometimes you’ll end up with just one really good friend
But, never you mind, just try always to be kind And never, ever stop trying
Be open and inviting in the world so wide
And who knows where those friends you’ll find
“I am not a crook’s head” Futurama
I am not a doll’s head
I may be plastic
Even quite, elastic
And that itself is absolutely fantastic
My head can spin at three hundred and sixty
And my face too is quite nifty
My age can be one or even fifty
You can play with me
Braid my hair ever so neatly
Even paint my face discreetly
But there is one thing you must understand
As here, without any feet I still take my stand
Even would wave them in the air if i had any hands
But none of that I now can
Still, one last thought to share:
I, am not, a fucking doll’s head!
” *Friend request accepted* Let the stalking begin! “
Stalking is such an ugly word. Let’s call it… social media research!
Checking your home page
For the umpteenth time
I must have been in a haste
For no updates I find
Just because
My favourites
Are in the ‘Ks’
And my followers
Are in the nays
You may think
I stink
And am
A
Stalker?
Prowler?
Fan Girl?
Just because my toes curl?
Admirer maybe
From a far of course
Devote
And the Art to endorse
Buff or a Rooter
But not a suitor
I hope you are not offended
As I await here expended
And I’d rather
You called me an other
Name,
Without the blame
A
Researcher
of the Individual
Now,
Why did you not
Answer on the spot
To my ping?
“A writer’s life is never an easy one, the lonely and solemn state, lost in one’s own head every single day… but what if I like it there, inside of the made sphere?“ Gun Roswell
Writer, heal thyself
The made up words with the made up characters inside of the made up world inside of the mind of the writer
Going in deeper, never leaving the comfortable familiar place, the outside is there and outside it will remain
Living in one’s own head, night and day, never easy alas it is what this choice came with and what to except
The life of a writer, being everyone and everywhere all at once even if never really leaving the made up place up in the head
As there it is where they belong, the stories being told even if none of them are the writer’s own.
“Being a writer, is never easy, as having to play the part of each and every character inside the arc, drives one crazy, most days, sitting there, talking silently to oneself” Gun Roswell
You can call me Alias, Alias Fakename
All those stories, all those characters strong, bold, uninteresting and lame, each of them, playing their own little games
Living their lives inside this writers mind, never letting them sleep, taking the writer in too deep
All the worlds, being built and destroyed, restored and revisited, circle never ending
A lot of time, inside there, all day long, even some nights to be spending
Well, it is really easy, being a little crazy, some might say, even a lot
But, being right there, on the spot, with those written and some still waiting to become, characters
Would you think any less, of the author, the bard, stating they were none to smart
To be doing all that?
But then again, these worlds, these people, animals what have yous, will surely last
Long since the scribe is gone, unless somehow, they will manage to incorporate themselves
Inside the world of insanity, the world of total fantasy, and remain their all eternity
“There is no substitute for coffee in the whole wide world, it is the most refreshing and nourishing sustenance ever devised and nothing and no one, comes even close to it” Gun Roswell
Without coffee….
I am not a very nice person, especially in the early morning hours, even after the showers
But, pour me a cup of coffee, a large one a that, it can be plain and black, preferred that way anyway, then pour me another one, and perhaps one more for good luck…
Then watch me turn from the evil horned devilish being I’ve just been before all that caffeine, and turning into a… well, perhaps not as totally changed and all around nice person…
But, a tolerable one, who can accomplish any task you might just be sending my way and do say this with utter and complete conviction…
As coffee is, the most, the best, the only thing I really do need, just to survive a day until the end and if a need would arise, beyond and way into the night…
As with coffee, I can slay, I can fight, I can try to reach the very top of the world, well, at least, on some heap where I am hurled into…
As long as the darling coffee, never desist to exist, my life, well, it will be pretty fine, unless, you take, my precious and only coffee, away!
“There totally is something to be said about both winter and summer. Which is that people are able to bitch about them both as nothing is never good enough ;P” Gun Roswell
Winter vs. Summer
The weather changes yes, it is a natural occurrence.
Some of the places on this blue globe of ours have varied seasons.
Spring, summer, winter, fall, they all are part of the cycle.
Controlling them could be an option, then again something it is stopping.
The natural order of things disturbed as the humans continue their stirs.
And so, whining about it being too hot or too cold?
Guess whomever the ticket to this place we are on sold,
Did not let the buyers read the fine print after all?
“it’s shocking to learn of one’s heritage, especially, through some tv-documentary!” Gun Roswell
The Northern Barbarian I am
So it started as a joke, that little jibe, that one poke, from some supposed expert, reading for the playback, on some documentary from the past. That one line, which totally stuck, when the Romans made their way, up North and those bastard dwellers there, dared to revoke, whatever rules or laws they might just have tried to push onto them, and then simply calling them barbarian for standing against.
And now, the history long since placed into the past where it belongs, and no matter how civilised and woke the society has become, over the millennia or more, the core of the people still remain. The tiny barbarian, once a slur by some conquerer, raising its head. Wanting to revolt against the establishments, the very law, even if there just might not be a really good cause.
But, there is always some unruly brewing, deep inside the ranks, of a few. And if the sparkle inside is fed, and willingly out let, then a revolution will soon be at hand. The so called barbarian, taking their stance. Well, at lest in a modern way, meaning, taking their say, into the wideness of the web, hoping some similar minded person, will hear the pleads, and indeed, they did!
Long live the revolution! Long live the Northern Barbarians!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 