The Path So Far

“Just remember, if we do indeed get caught, you’re deaf and blind, and I, really can’t speak one single word of English!”

It was the olden times, the year nineteen eighty-five
When I did and hitched a ride
And so, ever since that time
The two of us, have been together tightly tied

Just like, well sugar and spice
Perhaps even Abbott and Costello, those guys
And whatever else have you
It’s always the us, the two

I am still rather amazed
And feeling totally graced
That someone would stare at my odd face
For forty odd years on straight!

So thanks for all this time, my sweetest of hearts
Let’s just try to make it to the very next part
And add another forty or more to the cart
After all, it’s really not that far!

As all said and done the most important thing
Which makes one really want to sing
Being that one good one to have, that one person
Who will support you without any given reason

As is
No matter how serious
Or delirious
Life can get
I will bet
You will still be the one
Who I can most rely on
To go absolutely
And completely
Bonkers with
And ain’t that 
The perfect hit!

Happy 40 years anniversary my sweet! 

Concrete is what you see

“The constructs made all the same, concrete is to blame” Gun Roswell

Structure break down
In this smallest of town
A minor human form
Could be the kind of a norm
In the cold concrete suburbia

Who is Gun Roswell? Aka Happy 59th to Me!

“Getting older, wider and never the smarter? Sound about familiar? Oh well, there is always AI right? Perhaps some more of the new stuff to be added to the person I’ve become?” Gun Roswell



The year was nineteen sixty eight
Life still at stage wait
I must have been no more
Than three years of age

Little Red Riding Hood
Yes, I knew I could
In the borrowed red elf’s hat
Cutest thing you ever saw
Prettiest princess of them all
How could I ever top that!

Now, (fifty nine) years later
Oh life, you’re such a traitor!
I still love red of course
Now I wear it with horns
In the mighty stiletto heels
Life is as good as it feels

My Brain has So many Tabs Open!


“Too much rattling up there, in this thing they call brain even if the sign says empty space to rent!” Gu Roswell


Work
Eat
Sleep
Repeat

Filling my mind with (useful and) useless information
Keeping up with the latest situation

Internet
Radio
Television
Stereo

Hard at work
Mind in full play
If you do not reboot
There will be hell to pay

A warning

Your start up disk is almost full

Ignoring

All command functions are off line

My internal screen goes dark
There is absolutely no spark

Staring in the mirror
At my blank face
A blank page

Cold water against my skin
But neither circuit nor pin
Makes the connection to my brain

Your system has encountered an error
Oh the terror
Loosing my ground
while seeing the message
Page not found

Scanning my mind
But nothing I find
Search button pressed once more
Hoping some data to score

Panic strikes
Trying to hide
My head in a bush
Feeling the rush
To backup my data
Sooner than later

Processing…

Internal error detected
Crash report has been sent as expected

Complete system restore
Reboot in one, two, three, four…

A slumber I fall
Hearing my dreams call

Power down complete

Early next morning
Waking up from my snoring

System initializing
Complete scanning in progress
No further errors detected

Finally rid of the ogres
My mind again protected

All is in ship shape and Bristol fashion
Need to start up in rations

Restore was successful
Having my mind full
With all that extra bull
Now in clear mind
I can rewind

Until my next reboot
I have some space to fill
It would be a real hoot
If I had the will
And way
To let some of it get away

The circle is complete

Work
Eat
Sleep
Repeat


Lesson learnt?
“Sometimes it’s good to just take a day off, from everything, really!”

What the hell is wrong with you today?

“What the hell is wrong with you? 

– Don’t you just hate that question popping up more frequently than usual?
And it’s not always others asking either ;P “ Gun Roswell

What the hell is wrong with you today?

Well, it could be many things actually, so thanks for asking!
Then again, I don’t really think you want to know the truthful answer as you may not like what you are hearing.

But what if it was a simple explanation? Like a feeling being hurt or even a physical injury aching?
Then that would make you happy right? 
Getting a simple quick answer for the upside down frown and my antisocial behaviour and my many strings of curse words thrown out there in the air?

But, as I turn to look deep inside of me, trying so totally hard to look for that perfect and simple answer? Guess what, I cannot find one! Surprise!

It can be a combination of many things, as usually it is nothing specific, rather just a trigger which sets off the very fowl mood and the off behaviour.
Because there really is no one thing to find, not for me at least, as sometimes, I just feel, well, off and odd and all those things which makes someone shout at me: 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Best bet when that happens? When I turn to the dark side?
Well, leave me be in my misery. I will venture outside eventually.

Turning sixty ain’t such a biggy (or is it)?

“The age might have a number, sometimes bigger other times humbler, but what matters really is how you feel inside, even if you thing you are still a child” Gun Roswell

Turning sixty ain’t such a biggy (or is it)?

Another year and another number, only this time, it’s getting stronger and larger and well, yes, the years do pile on don’t they? As only yesterday or a few days ago you were six and now suddenly, you can add another zero to the mix and that means six-oh which translates to sixty. But hey, half or third way there, depending on how you look at the future. And if you end up becoming a robot, then well, who knows, maybe even six hundred and sixty!

Oh, the point of this little ditty? Yes, well, as it turns out, that on this fine day of sixteenth of July, my dear partner in crime and life for that matter, actually has a birthday! And so, sixty it will be today. Can’t believe you got there faster than I did, but hey, turning a new birth year guess really is no competition after all 😉 So, this is why I am writing this, guess you can call it rhyme as I really cannot carry a tune or write a song.

So, before I go on for far too long, and I promise not to even try to sing that tune of that song. Only here to wish you the happiest of all, stay strong and hey, when the one hundred comes along, then we’ll take it to the top of the tallest mountain we can find and do that blasted bungee dive. After all, even older or let’s say it politely, more mature people need to have goals!

So, an extremely happy birthday Hon! 

Ode to Bedpans (Repost for The Daily Post)

A homage to bedpans everywhere!

“A hospital bed is a parked taxi with the meter running” Groucho Marx

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Ode to Bedpans

When you are
Down and out
Then just give
A small shout
Soon enough
Before things get tough
The nice nurses
Will come a running
In their purses
Carrying the plumbing
And without a doubt
Ease your pout

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Replaced by Metal (Repost for The Daily Post)

“Life is short, fragile and does not wait for anyone. There will NEVER be a perfect time to pursue your dreams and goals”

Replaced by Metal

Today I saw it
The huge chunk of metal
Replacing my joint
I almost shifted gear
Just out of fear
Making my stomach churn
Pushing the pedal to the metal
And making u-turn
While running away
But wait, please stay
Easy as pie it would be
So at least they told me
While they operate
You get to lie in bed
Take a short nap
No mishap
While the pros
Do their chores
Unconscious, unaware
So, there really is no scare!

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Out of Order (Repost for The Daily Post)

“I’ll definitely be out of order for a few days!” Gun Roswell

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Out of Order

Out of order
Flat on my face
Semiconscious
Feeling sorer
And out of place

For the next few days
Relying on others’ aid
Hoping not to faint
Ain’t that quaint
But I am hardly a saint

Almost felt jinxed
But now my six
Is getting fixed
Add into the mix
Out of order

For a few days at least

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Fixing It (Repost for The Daily Post)

“When I told my doctor I couldn’t afford an operation, he offered to touch-up my X-rays” Henny Youngman

Fixing It

The day has arrived
In three months’ time
Finally going under the knife
Oh what a life
Facing the surgeon
Guess it was urgent
After all
This time spent
In the end
Hasn’t been a ball
Not a fan of hospitals, needles or blood
It’s such a crud
But not being in control
Is the worst of all
Lying unconscious
Body and mind
Out of commission
Please be kind
Without condition
Wish me luck
Let’s hope the doctors
Won’t fuck it up!

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