The best things in life? Coffee?

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“Coffee, what else do you need in life?” Gun Roswell

The best things in life? Coffee?

The first thing on your mind in the early morning light
The last thought when you lay down your head at night
It can’t be totally wrong, because if feels so totally right?

Coffee.

When the gloomiest of days day is upon you
And there is no one else to guide you through
What is the one thing you can always turn to?

Coffee.

When the sun is above so warming shining
And life is so good you can only be smiling
Is it time for champagne so divining?

Coffee.

When at a cross roads you finally stand
And it is time to decide, old life or a new plan
What is the one thing that unleash those thinking grey sells can?

Coffee.

When all is well and you’re feeling swell
A soft and cold Sunday afternoon dwell
Then, go ahead, because, enjoy, you might as well:

Coffee.

Not this again!!!

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“Same ol’ stuff pouring down from the skies, clear, white, no difference, it’s all the same” Gun Roswall

Not this again!!!

Early in the morning, waking up, with a bad feeling
Just like the proverbial Yoda, as I am having those premonitions
Of bad things happening and without hesitation
I jump out of the bed, and instead
Of heading to get some warm coffee, I open the curtains, then scoffing
Yes, indeed, a bad feeling, as I’ve seen
The white covering all of the land, not even a wave of my hand
Can make it disappear, as just like Harry Potter, I try to appear
But like all my fellow souls, I am doomed, of this weather gloomy
And not even a shooting star, so, so very far
Can make my wish, of a warm summer breeze
Happen, in the here, and now, I may be just having, the ultimate cow
Winter, has finally, arrived
And you do not see me, doing any kind of dance involving a jive

High Voltage

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“Non d’électricité, Monsieur” Gun Roswell

High Voltage

Hey, look up, over there, in the high skies
What is that, which up there, in the air, flies?

It’s the lifeline of each and every dweller
Brought to every one by the highest of sellers

What kind of life giving miracle is it then
That makes so much of our meager earnings spend?

It’s the kind, which without you would most likely do just fine
But all them unneeded gadgets would never work
And then, you would feel such an odd jerk

Oh, so lemme get this straight:
If I buy the magic juicy from them lines over there
I get to use all my gadgets without scare
Of ever running out of electricity
As t least, not in the big city

That’s right, so do not against the machine fight
After all, this is how we run things here on this big blue ball

Excellent, that’s money well spent
On all these toys and things I really don’t need
Just to be happy, liked and out there to be seen

Note to reader:
There may just be a lesson here to be learnt or then not
But me, well, I just ran out of juice to write and must myself into the socket plug

Scooter Sunday

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“Drive a scooter a day, to keep the doctor away?” Gun Roswell

Scooter Sunday

When the calendar page turns to a Sunday
That indicates the one and only fun day
When it’s time to dust off the old two wheeler drive
Give it some TLC, a shiny new appearance and a smile
Then hit the non too busy side streets
And let your hair flow in the calming breeze
The Sunday leisure cruise is about to begin
When you hit that first note and start to sing
Riding a scooter on this day is so much fun
So what if nothing else really gets done!

Monastery cats

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“Cats rule the world, what else did you expect?!” Gun Roswell

Monastery cats

Hanging out in packs of threes
Climbing up ever higher, the tallest of trees
Just to keep an eye and the surroundings to see
What bipedal creatures may enter their domain
As guardians of the ever growing realm
And to carefully select, as to whom to let in

The cats of the holy monastery
Way up on the hill
Never ever for a moment still
Always on the prowl
Sometimes letting out a growl
To keep the trespassers at bay

Mice and people even some snakes
The felines will catch you even if you fake
Dressed in a long frock
Trying to get inside to stalk
But beware of the many around a laying
For with these fearless creatures there is no playing

Blue and the Parasol

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“Under the shining sun, beside the blue seas, my parasol and I, sleep” Gun Roswell

Blue and the Parasol

The sun”s shine beckoned with its shiny warmth
To come and lay down on the sand covered sea shore
Where the ever changing blues are the colours of all
And time itself has come to a complete and utter halt

When stepping into the bare and fine stand for the first time
I cannot help but to be amazed of the beauty and then crack a smile
Feeling so tiny in this place open and totally wide
As even the critters beside me are so completely kind

Side by side, me and natural inhabitants coexist
As the calming effect of the sea and the skies me enlist
The other side of the world no longer matters or exist
As me and my parasol have laid a claim this spot of pure bliss

From sunrise to sunset , myself I let
This gorgeous natural resort leave me with an effect
Of calm, unhurried, never too worried kind of specs
Who knows, I may stay here until the time of my final rest

Beginning of winter

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“Some of the things in nature are still going strong” Gun Roswell

Beginning of winter

The feeling now so strong
When all but summer is gone
The winds a howling in the corners
Bringing in more storming
There is no where to hide
As the nature is getting bare and wide
But keep looking around you
There is still beauty to be found
In the pretty lonesome leaf
Holding on to it’s grip
To the might old oak tree
Just keeping on with a feel
It will come back again
But it won’t be until next spring
The leaf covered pavement
Hiding all that ugly coloured cement
The majestically barren tree tops
Make you want to stop and look up
Nature maybe slowly turning
But the fired within, are definitely burning

What a waste!

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“Time’s a wasting (while working)” Gun Roswell

What a waste!

When the daily plans
Are not going well, you’re in a jam
So much time is wasted
Simply, for tall that part when hesitated
Well, actually and in reality
The waste was done during the whole daya
When all the energy was drained away
Spending so much of it all
On trying to keep the rolling ball
Of the mundane task nobody cares
Just so you can take your share
Of the needed payment of the bread
While wishing you had stayed home instead
Done all those nice things you wanted
Instead of the precious hours squandered
On just this thing called work
Which mostly is just not any kind of perk
And now it’s already dark and eve
So, cannot myself with anything please
Oh well, best get off to bed
Since soon it will be the new morning dread
And back to the coal mines to work
Oh, when oh when did I become
This utter and total corporate jerk!

Trying on a Ride

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“Too many vehicles, too many choices” Gun Roswell

Trying on a Ride

When the itcing to take a long ride
Takes on, but then it’s so hard to decide
Which option, would be the absolute best
Better just pick up one, really quickly, and forget the rest

Heading to the crowded streets
This really never is, what I seek
The open roads, the sun on my back
That is the image, which is painted on my back

Steering clear of the city limits
I know, it took a few and some more, of them gimmicks
But soon enough the highway is in sight
And my poor little scooter, is finally taking flight!

Reaching for the Stars

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“Ever higher, even up to the stars and beyond, I am gone!” Gun Roswell

Reaching for the Stars

I am on my tippy toes
In this constant state of woes
I am reaching as far as I can
Not caring where I land
My fingers pointed towards the skies
Even as far as the crows fly
But I have to reach even farther
Just beyond and then barter
My way on a star ship headed
For the stars and even beyond
There is no limit when I will be gone
Trying so hard to reach
Just over, each and every single breach
Hoping not to stumble
Trying to be so humble
And then finally I am there
Floating, in mid air!