“Life on the rocks, it certainly is!” Gun Roswell
Hard and cold they be, when autumn us sees
Onto the land falls, life slowing down to a halt
A frown on the faces forming, when it starts storming
Grey skies the constant companion with me now
It’s life on the slippery, watery rocks after all
Hence the name, or the expression, fall?
“There is a time for coffee and that time is anytime possible” Gun Roswell
The day, started, just like, any other day
With a steaming cup, of the hottest and darkest liquid, to save
This, tiny soul and eventually, the world
Staring, into the still silence of the whirlwind
Also, still knowing, that something, would soon begin
And, that it, would most likely, change the world
Smelling, inhaling, sipping, enjoying, the total bliss
No matter how much or how often, cannot believe this exists
The total euphoria, I would like to share with the world
But, before all that was going to happen
I am, into this, elixir of life, with full force, tapping
So, for now, the world, will just have to wait
Until the coffee filled blissful state to be hurled
“It is strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book”
So there I was, in the middle of the woods, all by my lonesome. No where to hide, no where to run.
I was in for a challenge. Not only because of me detoxing from the fiction I was greatly hooked up on at this point, but also living in an archaic house without any creature comforts.
I watched the car drive off, and then I was finally alone. Time to start the battle with the demons!
I went inside the wooden cabin finding a layer of dust settling on the surfaces. Sighing deeply and thinking ‘Welcome to the labour camp’. Placing my rucksack on the chair closest to me, I rolled up my sleeves and started cleaning up.
Windows and door open to get the air circulating. Making do with an old broom to swipe the floors. Luckily I had brought some cleaning wipes with me. Those would come in handy while dusting the surfaces.
A few hours later I looked around and the place was spick and span clean. It was time for the evening meal and I was unpacking my bag. I had several cans of food, some crackers and a juice canister. Now all I needed was water and wood!
The rest of my day went pretty much doing chors like cutting wood and hauling water from the well.
A few more hours went by and I was inside getting the wooden stow started. When the fire was burning nicely, I opened one of the cans, pea soup of course, good for any camper!
It was night fall and I had my little oil lamp burning and the fire was going keeping me warm. It had been a little bit of an effort, but luckily some smart Alec had written instructions now hanging on the wall next to fireplace.
So there I was without a care in the world, my stomach full with soup and juice. I was wondering how people managed to get anything else done in the olden days. Most of the daylight hours seemed to be wasted on cleaning and gathering necessities for meal preparation.
Then I realized I needed to use the facilities. Unfortunately there was only an outhouse and it was a bit tricky to navigate there in the dark. I had my torch with me so that helped a little. I just hoped no wildlife were close by feeling peckish and thinking I was food.
The routine for the two week period was pretty much the same every day. Get up at dawn, because the birds were screaming in the trees, hunt and gather for nourishment. The cottage grounds actually had a pretty good assortment of various berries and luckily it was the season for most of them.
In the end, I did not even miss reading, anything, fiction or otherwise. I didn’t have time, when the real life hit me hard, and using a log to do it!
Let’s see what happens when I finally get back home, where all the temptations await me!
“Looking for the truth, or just, looking?” Gun Roswell
In
My Mind
Science Fiction
Science Fact
Utopia
The Earth
The Planets
The Stars
In
My Mind
A Galaxy
The Milky Way
The Cosmos
The Universe
The Intergalactic Space
A Void
In
My Mind
A Wormhole
A Black hole
A Singularity
Pi
A mathematical constant
The number 47
A mystery
In
My Mind
Spiraling
With random thoughts
With coherent thoughts
Universes and Worlds
Conjured up and destroyed
In
My Mind
Aliens and
Their spaceships
Humans with
Their flying machines
In the Here
And Now
I am
Peddling
On my Bicycle
The long dark road
A head of Me
“Sometimes, it’s good to take a step outside of it all, to just be there and observe life” Gun Roswell
I was sitting in the coffee shop, my well-deserved latte in front of me. I was content in emerging into my daily readings on my tablet, but for some reason my eyes kept wandering to the hassle in the bar. Patrons were leaving and new ones were stepping into the shop.
‘Why not!’ I thought. I could play the part of the observer for a little while before continuing my own tasks. Who knows, maybe I would pick up an idea or two for my next writing project.
Sipping my coffee, I noticed the young couple in the corner booth. They were enjoying each others’ company, looking each other in the eye, no words were spoken. New love was in the air.
Feeling like a peeping Tom, I search for something else to gaze upon. My eyes were scanning the room and landed on a woman with three offspring. The mother was deep in thought, or so it seemed, reading the newspaper while her children were throwing napkins, straws and other small items at each other. I wondered how she managed to turn off the surroundings. The patrons at the next table however were not so lucky. Shaking their heads, they grabbed their orders and moved to another table at the farther end the coffee shop.
I laughed a little at the scene played out before me. Good thing I had been thinking ahead and chose the solitary spot close to the windows in the corner. I had a clear view of the whole establishment, but I was also able to concentrate on my reading if I wanted to.
I thought to seek out one more scene before tuning myself out. I noticed the waitresses behind the bar having a heated conversation. I was not able to hear what they were talking about, but clearly the other one was angry about something and kept on ranting, while the other one was just listening in. Wide eyed, nodding every now and again. The angry one was waving her arms in the air, while the quiet one remained stationary, her hands seemed almost glued to her sides. It seemed from an observer’s perspective, the ranter was in charge in that particular relationship, while the listener did just that and probably agreed to everything the ranter told her.
I lost my interest after a little while and noticed the coffee house getting emptier. Guess the rush was over and I could get back to my reading.
“When life gives you lemons, peel one up and eat it like the sourpuss you are, a quick fix huh? ” Gun Roswell
Sour said the fox of the grapes
As it did not like the funky taste
It’s far too hot outside right now
But then again, yesterday it snowed
My face is too ugly for television they said
So why not try getting a job in radio instead
I’m constantly worried of every little thing
But taking a shower makes me wanna sing
When life gives you lemonades
Take them back to the store to exchange
“Sometimes it’s good to take some time to oneself and just be, sit under a tree and perhaps, even sip on some stout tea.” Gun Roswell
Under the tallest of palm trees
Down by the roaring seas
My dearest sweetheart and I
Well, guess take our time
But also, you see
We’re totally enjoying some tea
“Life is not perfect and neither am I “ Gun Roswell
Every day a pretty smile for the camera
This target requires loads of stamina
Acting, pretending, life is just dandy
Secretly crying, and eating that last piece of candy
Money may be tight, cannot afford the evening light
Eating the neighbour’s leftovers, dug up from the bio trash bin, not such a sin
Living life to the fullest, only to find out you’re the dullest
Watching pictures from friends on the Instagram, basking in the sun of a foreign land
Realising all the best laid plans, went down the drain, with the spring rain
Making up the perfect image, the best produced scam, imagined anyone can
Acting, playing the part, none of the wiser, but you are the biggest lier
Facade so permanent, face turning into stone, sooner or later it will reach your bones
Wake up, before it is too late
Learn, to not yourself to hate
Life is not perfect and neither are you
You thought different, but you are the biggest fool
After all, you are a just a tiny ball, in the worldwide game of pinball
Thrown against the walls, like everyone else, and sooner or later, everyone falls
You can try to stall, play a different song
But none of us are strong, it’s all just pretend
“I am made of some kind of bones?” Gun Roswell
I found some skeletons, deep in my closet
I don’t know how they got there, possibly it was a good idea as a deposit
Now, I know this house is old, drafty and has leaky faucets
Yes, and it has caused quite the dent in my wallet
But as you can probably surmise
And imagine my total surprise
When these bones from the past
Out from their hiding splashed
So now, I am sitting on the floor
Carefully watching the door
Hoping to get these bones ridden
To a place safe, secret, away hidden
Unfortunately, at this day and age, I don’t have a time portal
Which could aide me to turn back time and make all normal
Make past things right, to not to run away from the fights
But, now I can only try to hide, that which I once let slide
People in glass houses, should not throw bones
Keep off your microphones and telephones in your own homes
You can never be too sure or safe
So just remember to lock your secrets in a very safe place
“It’s that time of the week, the time for a throwback, waaaay back!” Gun Roswell
How was it, way back then?
When all you had, was so much time to spend?
All those big plans ahead of you
Choices to be made, were more than a few
The image, in front of you now, might be a little faded
But did you manage to do, all those things back then stated?
Rantings Of A Third Kind 