“The colours are so cool, but then out of the blue, yellow strikes, yikes?” Gun Roswell
When the breeze hits the lower cools And most colours, start turning in to blue And then, you may just, detect A hint, of that wilder green effect All surroundings, soon, in a monochromatic state Calming, soothing, but maybe, even just a tad boring Then, out of nowhere, a splash of something fresh When a blotch, then another, suddenly, you detect It’s of the brightening sun’s effect That glorious yellow, a simple add-on But never, quite something, you soon will forget
“Oh Monday, you are so totally cruel and always come uninvited into my life, what can i do to keep you at bay?“ Gun Roswell
The Monday morning had once again arrived I know it because I can totally smell its pride Raising the ugly head I now know far to well And then, there is that, totally fowl smell
You to tempt me to kick your non too rounded arse As this day, always turns into some odd kind of farce But if I did not already have this headache From merely thinking about you to arrive and me break
You always make me numb, avoid of all the fun Lashing out to me, with something or another As if this beginning of the week would not already be a struggle The weekend gone and Friday nowhere in sight, bummer!
But, there is one thing, that could help me pull through That one single and totally lovely and tasting full brew The darkest of liquids and the greatest of sustenance Ever devised by mankind, which has no pretence
It’s simply, well, just great So go ahead, take a break For this cup of stuff is no fake Go, enjoy, your coffee, now!
“Beach ward bound on this perfect day, at least, in my dreams” Gun Roswell
When the early morning sun beckons For a day of total fun I reckon It’s time to put aside All the bad thoughts and worries
And outside, take a ride in a hurry Because this life will pass in a flurry So better grab on to the existing moment Stop yourself from being in this torment
Let it all go and listen to the warm wind blow Then jump on the wagon a steer towards the flow This day is rare, there are none to spare Just go there, wherever your mind wants to flare
Spend the day on the beach if that is why our seek And do not come back until you’ve cut yourself some slack!
“Fun, fun, fun, under the smiling sun” So, why don’t you, join in said fun?!?
“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
“There is snow out there, surprise! Even if it is the middle of the winter, it always seems to be the case!” Gun Roswell
The snow like powder, hit the nature, covertly, even if it was all forecast and supposedly would last at least for a month of few, once it had fallen and plastered itself all across the land, and wherever one was to stand, as far as eyes could see, there was only snow, snow, snow and then some, oh, what fun!
But, no matter where one stands, on the topic of snow and winter, it is always so pretty, the freshly fallen sprinkles, of the crips white powdery stuff, no matter if getting outside to the cold with lots of clothing, is always gone sound out with a huff and a puff, but having to laugh, once outside, when the prettiness of it all hits the eyes.
“Public transport can be a lot of fun to catch on, especially during a snow storm!” Gun Roswell
Public transit, oh what joy! But, before you shout ahoy Read this story of ploy
Early morning in January I was really in a hurry The venue was set in the city And feeling a little giddy After all travelling by train Was not something to do in vain Especially in the middle of winter With temperatures below zero And myself certainly no sprinter And even less of a hero
Reaching the train station After half jogging the way Then I heard the notification The train had been delayed No indication as to arrival time But they told us, all was fine Just a minor snafu The train would be there in a few
A few minutes went by On the platform standing by Then after a while Waiting for the train to arrive I was wishing I had taken the car I would have been so very far
Oh what fun and joy! Toes, fingers and nose freezing The snow storm’s intensity increasing Now I know, this was a winter’s ploy!
“Sometimes up is down, often times though, down is up, especially when falling off a really fast going sleigh. Alas, getting up and back on the track, the fun to be had when going fast down the hill.” Gun Roswell
When ever there is snow on the ground And a small mountain or a molehill found The kids will arrive in flocks Dragging their sleighs to the top
“Mommy, mommy, look at me! Look how fast I am going! Oops, look, there’s a tree!”
<Crash, bang, boing>
“Mommy, mommy, look no teeth!”
The kid only laughingly stated As back up hill he ventured If only to once more ride Before getting his dentures
“The crisp of the air greeting your lungs, the freshly fallen snow covering nature all around, silence as nothing else is a wake, not yet… this is winter at its best, the early morning hours, just around sunrise” Gun Roswell
Early winter morning Early, before the dawning Fresh tracks in the powdery snow Carefully found before the wind blows
The snowflakes frozen Glazed against the window Ski tracks on the ground But not a soul to be found
The crescent moon Present before noon But not far behind The sun with its shine
“Winter’s art painted all across the lands, fully on display for all to see. Never bland, despite the monochromatic form of it all, white and calm. And yet soon for it all to fade away” Gun Roswell
Cold, white and monochrome Nature silent under the snowy covered dome But, when the sun arrives, it paints a triple rainbow The mere beauty of it all Will bring you to an utter and complete awe
Rantings Of A Third Kind 