“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?
“Another worthless year behind me in which I’d accomplished absolutely nothing!” Gun Roswell
Somehow, managed to muddle through real life, work and family
And for that I had an extra kind of remedy
Getting totally lost in the very land of, fantasy
And staying there for as long as possible
Watch so many favourite shows during the year
Over and over and over, without any fear
The familiar episodes bringing tears but also joy
And that my dear readers, was indeed the ploy!
Managed to output some things too
Stories, articles, poetry accumulating but a few
Over six-hundred-k words typed with bleeding fingers
But seeing someone cheering out there, sent me good shivers
People a few, really good ones too, did I meet
Not that socialising was the thing I was out there to seek?
Becoming somewhat of a hermit, a recluse, pardon the excuse
Of a certain viral strain raising havoc across the plains
Managed to get a few great friends
And over the internets no less!
We may never see each other face to face
But hey, as long as we share our favourites
That is all I really for the daily grind need
And so, without a doubt:
Happy New Year, just the same!
“Sometimes, one simply needs to forget about the hassle around, take a breather and concentrate on the very essence of what this special season really means, if anything.” Gun Roswell
In a comfortable winter’s sled
A holiday heart, glowing in red
Cheer and joy, for a while it will spread
No one knows, what here it lead
Or where it will next head
So each night, before you go to bed
Whisper a wish to keep it fed
“There is something to be said about nature, as us humans are the feast to some of the species roaming free out there. It’s a good thing, the circle of life if you will, right?!?” Gun Roswell
Urban nature
What a wild creature
Concrete, asphalt
Dog poop on the sidewalk
Grass may look green
But everyone has seen
It was spray painted
To keep it untainted
And just as a feature
Nothing quite like
The smell of petroleum
In the early morning
When riding that bike
Or taking a hike
Though fair warning
Try to avoid stepping
Onto the tossed wrapping
Made of aluminium
Reaching the heavy trafficked streets
Listening to the musical feats
Of the car horn section on the right
The jackhammers creating the beats
People shouting in chorus
Day feeling more bright
Like your name was Doris
Crossing the street at red light
Just for fun not out of spite
Come late evening
Walking through the darkened park
The streetlights broken
Someone a lurking
Deep in the bushes
Not at sea, so at least no sharks
Your pace fastening
Trying to be cunning
Then almost running
Finally arriving
To the safe haven
Entering the doorway
You realize you’re not in Norway
From the lack of pine trees
Rather the sweet smell of pee
Greeting you, making you sneeze
Not the perfume of choice
But it could be worse?
You could be camping
Out in the wilderness
In a sleeping bag, damping
Rain pouring on your sleepiness
Bears lurking outside
No where to hide
Clutching onto the covers
Hoping to survive
Until the sun rises
“Sometimes, Mother Nature sure does add the salt to the open wound, like on this day, when the world is really going to Hell in a large size hand basket and fast, it rains but it pours!” Gun Roswell
The rain came down a pouring
The sound loud as roaring
Frozen drops, balls of hail
No time to stop and flail
Pounding hard onto the ground
A safe harbour needs to be found
The nature showing it’s full force
When it rains, then it pours
“At least there is no snow on the ground, yet!” Gun Roswell
Not creature stirred
Not even a mouse
Vision getting blurred
Or just an illusion
If you come to the conclusion
And dare to leave the house
Heed this warning
The rain come a down pouring
Soon you will be scorning
The streets empty and deserted
The barbeque outside forgotten and defeated
Shivering in ten plus degrees
Wishing you had paid the fees
Of a nice vacation abroad
But your plan was flawed
Planning on spending
The day never ending
At home in stead
Spending the Finnish carnival
An event most formidable
Even though holier than thou
Or the proverbial sacred cow
That was all but a dream
You hear yourself scream
If you’d only been so lucky
But now feeling yucky
Your midsummer
What a bummer
Surely a nightmare to remember
So what really happened:
Rantings Of A Third Kind 