“Something certainly rattling up there… Could it be… a thought perhaps?” Gun Roswell
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
“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!
“There is nothing better in Autumn, than a calm Fall morning sunrise by the seashore” Gun Roswell
In a hurry, just, like always, so also, this morning Trying to beat the traffic and get to the seaside before the dawning To watch, experience and really enjoy, a spectacle, specially arranged by mother nature But I am so worried, I will be belated Alas, as I suspected, the time is not, on my side As I am trying, towards the goal, as fast as possible, to drive But, since the other drivers, seem to have, the exact same agenda I worry, that all this hurry, is only going to leave me in one big surrender And soon enough, my fears are materialized, as all the cars, come, to a full stop As if by some great plan, they all halt, right there on the dot Is it a red light or some other type of strife, I wonder just then Swearing, cussing, under my breath, hoping, wishing, not too much time to spend In this state of suspension, my face, in a constant animation Feelings rising, emotions getting spicy And then, just as all hope had been cast out the window The line of vehicles gradually start to move From the rear view window, I can see the water flow Closer, and closer I slowly like a snail approach The sun, rising, the reddish glow, reminiscent of a torch As I am finally reaching the spot, I quickly find the parking lot Rushing out of the car, I am running, even if it’s not so far The pier, where all the viewers are now In awe, admiring the reflected glow Of the sun rising in this Autumn morning Could not have asked for a better view for this dawning
“On the look out for some lighthouses, along the seaside, on the tall piers“ Gun Roswell
The hunt has begun, something don, just for the heck of it or shear fun, as searching for the perfect spot along the long and winding pier, until something interesting I am able to see.
A construct of a sorts, tall or even a short, with a fancy light up on its very top, a guiding one at that, to keep the brave and fearless sea farers safe from any kind of major shipwrecks.
Running up and down, like a crazy person, trying to figure out, where all the great ones are hidden as not all tall piers are equipped with those features, with the magnificent kind of old school architecture.
But continuing on with my very search, as who knows from which corner these houses of sorts might lurk, because even if they aren’t that popular these days, some still around may lay, and finding one would be the high light of the day.
So, carrying on, walking along, each and every single winding and tall, pier I can see near and beyond, until that specific and perfect lighthouse comes my way, as it is the most perfect display for the long, search filled and darkened cloudy day.
“There has always been sea farers in my family, seamen, sea-women, as even my grandmother was one, simply call them sailors as they sure did, sail I mean!“ Gun Roswell
The raging waters beckons me, to take a deep dive into the ocean wide Why take the dive some might say, as the land is so much safer than the seaside I simply reply: Because it is a part of me, the salty waters running deep within
There is no denying, the mermaid inside of me has risen finally The dead give away? The fins where my feet before used to be So, there is nothing to it, just rushing to the nearest harbour and dip All of myself into the rushing waves, soon becoming my slaves As I become one part of the whole, the one thing my heart stole Even before the day I was born as this has always been my true self
So, no more dwelling in the role of a total land lubber My feet are now almost like some kind of rubber As I swim away from the safety of the familiar shores And into the deep end of the life which is nothing like bore
Settled into a small seaside village, for the weekend at least, what could be more fun than that Gun Roswell
The quite tiny, yet very lively village By the calm blues and sandy seashore exists The every day life to some might seem dull But the dwellers there, would that argument null Because the life even without luxury, is very full
The fishing, the shopkeeping and even just being Is the way or them, and starts early every single morning Always a happy smile and a quick hello To their neighbours but also complete strangers Get the same treatment, without a seconded thought
And, when an errand tourist there might venture On a weekend getaway from the daily grind, they might find That no connection there exists of the internet kind And soon enough, even after first huff, that will be really fine Because visiting this settlement, turns out to quite the adventure
“Good things, always come, in threes, at least, the three tall standing windmills” Gun Roswell
“There is nothing magical to the number of three” Some one supposedly wise, once told me But, here is the thing you see, where I so totally, disagree
For a fact, I myself, do know this one simple rule That good things, or even nice once, come in three for sure Whether it be, a special on chocolate bars at the store that rule
Or a good series of books and even, the holiday time in weeks Three, is totally the number that you want to seek And if for that advice, you want to call me a total geek
Then, so be it, because, well, I simply love, the perfect number three Maybe, you will too, if you just, take a chance and let yourself it feel The enlightenment, which this then follows, well, may or may not set you free
But what ever you believe, hear, see, or even do You so have the power, to do the do and choose The perfectly rounded and open hearted glue
Yeah, you guessed it, it is so, the number of them all The belle of the proverbial and even true ball Number of three, it has the world and even more!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 