“The way home is not difficult to find” Gun Roswell
The Way Home
Follow, the lights
Shining, so bright
High above the ground
In a solitary window
Your way back home
Now, easier to find
The Way Home
Category Archives: Life
Visitor pass
“Just visiting, passing through, no issues!” Gun Roswell
Visitor pass
Taking the chance
For an old place to visit
A visitors pass
Was actually needed
Checking out the sites
As the sun was shining bright
All the familiar faces
And some new ones
A chat and a cup of coffee
Someone even offered toffee
A bite of cake along side
Everyone in big smiles
It lasted only a while
But sometimes it’s good
To go back if you could
Nothing lasts forever
Except great memories
In our eternal dreams
Hurry
“Sometimes, one needs to run instead of walking” Gun Roswell
Hurry
Hurry, hurry, time is running out!
Running, running, like crazy about
Trying, trying, hard not to shout
But, loosing my mind?
There is really no doubt
Hurry, hurry, hurry
Worry, worry, worry
Those are the trends of today
And they really, can drive you
Into so much dismay
What if I just say
I don’t want anymore to play
Hope it’s not too much trouble
But I just wish to stay in my own little bubble
Time flies
“Time flies no matter what” Gun Roswell
Time flies
Daylight savings what a joke to drop
No matter which way you turn the clock
Running out of time will never stop
Time keeps on flying no matter what
Whether you’re having fun or just stopped
Crying a bucket it’s all in the same rut
Just so yourself a favour and stop worrying about the flavour
Take a moment in time, maybe even try to smile
As time is relative, only in some one else’s mind
Mirror world
“Mirror, mirror in the wormhole” Gun Roswell
Mirror world
As through the vibrating looking glass I go
Time itself will come to a stall
Then, I let myself gently into the abyss fall
The world of my own reflected
On the other side upside down detected
Something so similar but different than never expected
I find myself in a parallel universe
When I had set the gear in full reverse
Then I touch the liquid and the image is disturbed
It’s almost as looking into a mirror
Everything getting so much nearer
The image is slowly getting clearer
When I finally reach my destination
There really is no more comparison
It’s all too different by definition
But it’s fine for the time being
As my alter ego I am seeing
With the same quirks, is quite freeing
Knowing some things never change
Even in another and different place
I still carry myself with the same old face
Lemons of life
“When life gives you lemons, peel one up and eat it like a sourpuss” Gun Roswell
Lemons of life
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
Peephole
“Life through a peephole” Gun Roswell
Peephole
Through the tiny window
I watch the outside world
As the soft clouds by flow
And I wish onto them to be hurled
To fly like the birds in the skies
Or take a ride on a horse divine
To for it all and then fall
Fast asleep and dream for more
But it’s not for me
For you see
I am the watcher
Behind the scenes
I am the onlooker
Never the participant
I am the ever loner
When the others live
I am the one keeps the record
While the others sleep
I am alway here
Behind the peephole
Watching, learning
Sometimes even yearning
Go, be a part of it all
But as time for me has stalled
As I am the one
The caretaker of it all
Thoughts on the Day of Birth
“Even the Eternal Entity needs a day of… rest?“ Gun Roswell
Thoughts on the Day of Birth
Eternal or not
Cartoony or Spock
Sometimes life is a lot
Alas, happier thoughts
Despite the weight
Of one more year of age
Be it on the waist
Or somewhere else
The eyes still see
The heart still feels
The brain…
…well, that is a whole other can of worms
Literally, don’t even try to check it out
Alas, I digress!
Happy something something day
To the one who wrote this poem to celebrate!
Cake?
Coffee?
Yes please!
And keep it pouring at least
Until the clock chimes twelve
On the twenty-seventh
(The day of hell???)
Young, old, eternal, in prime?
We all need our day to shine!
Writer, heal thyself
“A writer’s life is never an easy one, the lonely and solemn state, lost in one’s own head every single day… but what if I like it there, inside of the made sphere?“ Gun Roswell
Writer, heal thyself
The made up words with the made up characters inside of the made up world inside of the mind of the writer
Going in deeper, never leaving the comfortable familiar place, the outside is there and outside it will remain
Living in one’s own head, night and day, never easy alas it is what this choice came with and what to except
The life of a writer, being everyone and everywhere all at once even if never really leaving the made up place up in the head
As there it is where they belong, the stories being told even if none of them are the writer’s own.
You can call me Alias, Alias Fakename
“Being a writer, is never easy, as having to play the part of each and every character inside the arc, drives one crazy, most days, sitting there, talking silently to oneself” Gun Roswell
You can call me Alias, Alias Fakename
All those stories, all those characters strong, bold, uninteresting and lame, each of them, playing their own little games
Living their lives inside this writers mind, never letting them sleep, taking the writer in too deep
All the worlds, being built and destroyed, restored and revisited, circle never ending
A lot of time, inside there, all day long, even some nights to be spending
Well, it is really easy, being a little crazy, some might say, even a lot
But, being right there, on the spot, with those written and some still waiting to become, characters
Would you think any less, of the author, the bard, stating they were none to smart
To be doing all that?
But then again, these worlds, these people, animals what have yous, will surely last
Long since the scribe is gone, unless somehow, they will manage to incorporate themselves
Inside the world of insanity, the world of total fantasy, and remain their all eternity
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