A day in May in Suburbia


“When the sun is shining, the weather warm, there is no use in delaying, the spring cleaning chores!” Gun Roswell

Something about the sun shining through the dirty glass left behind the winter’s snowy mass
Which beckons the house holder to pick up a bucket of water and a hopefully clean rag
The cleaning of the home, certainly a time honoured tradition

Alas sometimes, all of us, could do with a little less fuss rather than working oneself to exhaustion
With all them chores the spring brings with it 
To set the house up ready and waiting for the visit
Of the shiniest of sunny rays, which keep on bouncing on each and every surface

Then there is the yard or balcony or if you are unlucky, both
The cleaning, the organising, the fertilising, the sowing of seeds
Hoping at least a few flowery things to be appearing before the end of summer
But if they won’t well, there is always the weed kinds with pretty colours
So don’t be too harsh and go and rip of that yellow and purple looking grass
At least something is growing on that neglected and badly kept yard!

And so there is the next topic, the one with the complete overhaul of the garden
The dirt, the rocks, the whatever else is needed to get the work moving
All kinds of curious tools, shovels and forks and such simply to get stuff growing?
Well, do it once and then it’s all done right?
Wrong! It’s a never ending cycle!

So do be, forewarned! 
It’s a trap, a total scam!
For all those would be gardeners: 
Leave well enough alone, nature, will take it’s own course after all!

My big bloated head


”Huge giant head, larger ego, totally a major headache” Gun Roswell

My big bloated head

My head big and giant
My body compared, tiny like an ant
None too reliant
For carrying such a heavy load

How did I end up on this road
Did I follow the toad or crow?
Neither, was the smarter
So I decided to do it on my own

Selling, compelling, telling
To the rest of the world yelling
I am the greatest, I am trying best
Put me on whatever test

They all loved me at first
The hunger grew with the thirst
Out there and everywhere
I went with no time to spare

Believing my own jargon
I finally was too far gone
My head kept swelling
The louder I was yelling

So here I sit in total solitude
Holding my big giant head
I was expecting gratitude
But in the end, only to my own devices left

Rain, no shine


“Bring me rain, to breathe” Gun Roswell

Rain, no shine

Bring me no shine no more
But lots of rain down on me pour
I need to breathe in the liquid
This sunshine is killing me quickly

I tried so hard to adjust
Because I was told I must
But in the scorching light
I feel my will lost the fight

I was happier in the darker dreary
Feeling everything near me
The shiny bright open wide
I cannot find a place to hide

Shadow almost gone now
Even the winds hotly blow
Only one place left to go
But I cannot reach the under growth

Please hear my plead o’ mighty Thor
Send down some rain and roar
Heal this bleeding sores
Before all that remains is deadly scorned

Life is but a Dream


“Don’t you wish you could live inside of a dream, at least, sometimes?” Gun Roswell

Life is but a Dream

Each night, running away from daily plight
Sitting in my designated spot, trying, not to think, a lot
Watching, my few favourite shows, again, again and again
Seems time a wasted, as in front of the tv only spent
Alas, this is my kind of a drug, trying all, that bothers me away shrug
In my dreams, filled with scenes
From real life and beyond, but this is my way of staying strong
Hoping, sooner not later, living the life instead of catering
Fantasies, unreal things, dreaming of when to sing
Alas for now, life, is but a dream
At least, that is the case for me

Little Miss Perfect


“Little miss perfect? A total ray of sunshine? Oh really? Oh well, guess I should not be surprised?” Gun Roswell

Little Miss Perfect

I am the one and only
Little Miss Perfect
Everything I do, is perfect
All of me, you see, is perfect
Everyone thinks, I am perfect

So why, do I, feel such a fool
Used, like an old rusted tool
Life really, had me schooled
So why do I act so cruel

I was taught, to be superior
Never sinking, to the level of inferiors
My house, has a great interior
And everyone, admires my exterior

My happy thoughts
May be store bought
But enjoyment they brought
To all reading my blog

I am, the one and only
Little Miss Perfect
I am the perfect product
The perfect product for your use
Use the perfect product, but never abuse

Life on a Merry-Go-Round


“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


“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!

“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


“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?!

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!