Life on a Merry-Go-Round

Posted on November 13, 2023 by Gun Roswell

“Take a ride on the merry-go-round, something perhaps lost there to be found, a childhood or a reason for some fun?” Gun Roswell

Life on a Merry-Go-Round

Life is easy as pie
Life is a piece of cake
Oh, for heavens sake,
Life, life is never easy or a piece of cake or pie!
If you believe that, then, my dear friend,
You are living a lie 😉

Life, is more, like a merry-go-round
You get lost, and then again found
Life, can make nice noises and great sounds
But you might end up chasing your tail, like a hound
When in the front seat, you may be pushed, to the background
Riding a high horse like a queen or king, you may be uncrowned
And when you mess around
Be prepared to be driven to the ground

So, stick rules of the playground
Do and say something profound
Never leave too far from the compound
And never, never let yourself to be spellbound

Life is, a play, of merry-go-round

Life spread on the timeline

Posted on November 10, 2023 by Gun Roswell

“Life passes by, in a blink of an eye, unless of course, you are a vampire or some other undead creature” Gun Roswell

Life spread on the timeline

Life is way, way too short
Like the total time it takes
Simply running from the back of the upstairs
Down to the very end of the front porch

But remember to always smile and have fun
Even if sometimes you need to keep your phasers on stun
Because some of the things are better left undone
Until it feels it will be the best of all outcomes

Life will be as dull as you make it
Life can also be as great if you fake it
Or then it’s just in general all good
Once you stop running like a total fool

Life’s a drag, but coffee helps — always!

Posted on November 9, 2023 by Gun Roswell

“When all else fails, go to, coffee — you cannot go wrong with coffee, ever!” Gun Roswell

Life’s a drag, but coffee helps — always!

When you’re feeling sad, and life, really drags
Drags you, towards the end of the precipice
Precipice, where you now stand, looking down
Down, now, seems to be the only option
Option, because you are at the end of your rope
Rope, which now, seems so narrow and short
Short, as the fuse, you finally lit
Lit, and that, was the single and only fire left
Left, from the box of those cursed matches
Matches, all gone, gone, never coming back, like the last
Last, drop of coffee, that precious coffee, left
Left, in the now empty, hollow, sad pot
Pot, which once contained the only lifesaving liquid
Liquid, which was the only necessity to survive
Survive, it all seems such a waste now
Now, that I am standing here, here, on this, lonely ledge
Ledge, of the edge, of the verge, of my own sanity
Sanity, now totally and completely lost, because, I, have lost
Lost, the single most precious thing in the world
World, which from, I will now be, off of hurled
Hurled, into the dark abyss, of nothingness
Nothingness, because I simply, and honestly, have nothing left…

“Hey, here is your cup as promised. Hot, black, just like you like it!”

“Thanks!”

I smile, at the friendly offer, and take the cup into my cold hands. A sip, it feels so good! I lean back and sigh, in contentment this time. The warmth of the cup against my shaking hands, slowly calming me down, and I stop shaking. As I continues sipping, the dark liquid, let it fill my insides, I know that I am safe now and I could not be, happier!

This little Brain o’ Mine

Posted on October 21, 2023 by Gun Roswell

“Something certainly rattling up there… Could it be… a thought perhaps?” Gun Roswell

This little Brain o’ Mine

This, tiny, useful brain of mine
Thinks, it is, doing just fine
It keeps on going and going and going
Even though my body yearns for slowing
Down at night, well… sometimes
And some other times
Too needs, to rewind

So, I ask you nicely
Please be kind
Shut down
Every once in a while
Let me sleep
Dream real deep
And maybe a later
I will reward you with a nice state of
Quiz and debate

Oh Gravity, thou art a heartless little bitch aren’t thee?!

Posted on October 17, 2023 by Gun Roswell

Oh Gravity, thou art a heartless little bitch aren’t thee?!

“I thought the whole point of growing older was to grow wiser, not wider! The first thing ain’t happening but the second one sure is! Goodness knows we are so lacking wisdom in this world, so what gives???” Gun Roswell

Oh Gravity!

I trusted you, ya know
I thought we were the best of friends
Forever I mean, heaven sent and all that jazz of a kink
But ya sure fooled me, didn’t ya!
Cause this ain’t no ship, friend or otherwise!
And I’ll bet my shiny fat derrière you’re sitting out there somewhere
Laughing your respective one off just ’cause I’m getting all the wider!

Didn’t I do all the things ya requested?
Ya know, when I was so much younger and…. Well?
Fasted, toned, honed, ran, whatever fad there was I did do to keep things… fit?
Having them perky edges, standing rather than never around to sit?Starving more likely!
No liquor, no snacks, no sweets, certainly less food… no nuttin’!
Not one single good thing consumed, just illin’!

And so, finally, here is were I stopped
The age slowly seeping in and I ain’t singing!

So yeah, wider!

Gravity, you’re now pullin’ me every which way
Cannot seem to keep my body in one single shape?

Most days waking up with a loud huff and puff
Feeling like a broken down collectable doll or some such
Fitting each part to their constraints
The shatnerish contraptions holding me together in on place
Pulling, pushing, squeezing, nudging, whatever trick to simply fit!
Finally managing to a somewhat of a human form
Guess not really the regular or the norm

But what the hey!
If I can still stand up straight, do the walk
Then yeah, I beat you!
At least for this day!

Social Media? It’s a social construct I assume?

Posted on October 3, 2023 by Gun Roswell

“I used to twat a lot, until the bird was crushed, by an the letter x no less” Gun Roswell

Social Media? It’s a social construct I assume?

I the platform formerly known as twitter
Had suddenly found themselves in a bit of a pickle
The users always having been quite fickle
Suddenly the lot of them turning bitter!

Those crowds, always oh so very loud
Finding their consolation in other places
Regrouping the darkest corners of the internets
But those kinds of places usually have bad effects

So, what now to do, when the option is to lose
All those mostly faceless and anonymous friends of the world?
The shared memories of whatever topic, fandom or chat disappearing
Into the bits and bytes unknown heaven?

Maybe pick up a book or go out for a walk?
Maybe even spend some time with the family estranged and distraught
Just a few suggestions to rid of the anxiety caused by the FOMO kicking in
The fear of missing out an all those unimportant and useless things!

Becuase the bird have finally flown out of its nest
Most likely dropped out with a stone as though like a pest
Now the big corporation ruling the world, or so I’ve heard
Surely not a surprise, even if not nice, alas, just try, to breathe

The world really did not end, now did it?

Aches and Pains

Posted on September 12, 2023 by Gun Roswell

“There is such thing as bad pain… and then, there is the constant nagging drilling ache which just won’t quit… will you get used to? Probably. Is it good to yield? You decide.” Gun Roswell

Aches and Pains

More, than a constant
Those feelings are present
Tiny nagging parts
Move, and someplace will smart
Aches, pains and cracks
No matter which way you take a turn
You can bet, somewhere, there’s a burn
Nagging, whining, complaining
No way of go letting
It is for forever now
Just wish there was a how
To rid of this, constant