“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 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
“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!
“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?!
“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!
“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
“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
Rantings Of A Third Kind 