“Come under my umbrella” Gun Roswell
Umbrella
Under the umbrella of mine
Life is good and feeling is fine
There is nothing so divine
When beside you to be lying
Under the umbrella of mine
Feeling safe and sound
From the world around
Nothing sad to be found
Under the umbrella of mine
We are living a life sublime
We have nothing but time
And faces filled with smiles
Under the umbrella of mine
Future is still uncertain
But together we are determine
Never to each other be hurting
“Arriving at the dead end” Gun Roswell
Dead end
Finally reaching the dreaded end
This will be the place I take my stand
Or then, it will be my own dead, at the end
Making my stance
My weapons drawn
No time to think or talk
The enemy’s approaching
The was no time for backing
Down, I had reached the impasse
Guns a blazing, I am moving in
Firing as fast as I can, no matter if the bullets land
I am in for the win, maybe this is a sin
Smoke and fire, how did I get into this dire
The only thing that matters now, is win or loose, and how
My weapon jams, my bullets are spent
All I see is smoke, but I am hell bent
Charging the opponent, I will not let
Anything rule my life, gotta get out of this strife
Fists punching, mouth biting
I am finally, doing all the fighting
When the smoke clears, I can see it very clear
A mirror in front of me
Staring, an image so familiar to me
My own face, busted
Staring back at me from the mirror rusted
A battle has been done, and it was certainly no fun
The only winner and looser
Am I
“Fascinating, fantastic, surprising, odd but in a good way?” Gun Roswell
An island on a volcano
A land filled with rocks and lava
Taking it easy with a cup of java
Especially since it’s as hot as a sauna
But still, this is almost complete nirvana
“It’s just so dark and dreary, the sand of the beaches?” Gun Roswell
An island on a volcano
A road trip to a nearby village
If we were Vikings, we’d certainly pillage
A quaint little place
A while everyone stays
But later it’s time to set sail
And back to the resort trail
“Vamos a la playa! Or so the locals keep telling me” Gun Roswell
An island on a volcano
Into the harbour and down to the beach
Plenty of scenery if that’s what you seek
Blue skies, sunshine and warm weather
How could the holidays get any better?
“There is always a seat when you need one” Gun Roswell
Shadows and seats
The warm sun shining in the blue skies and I find myself whining to the simple fact of too much heat and direct sunlight in my pale face. Trying very hard but there is simply no escape. But wait! What did I just spot in my peripheral vision but something most likely to be saving my over cooked bacon? A seat over there in the distant, and to be scarce, it’s residing in the only shadowy spot to be seen or found for miles on end. Could I really be that lucky and be the one, whom over there ion a few could run? Or is this simply a terrible joke, a mirage at the expense of my over heated delusional mind? Please please be kind and let me over there my way find and nothing more will I ever ask again. Well, not until the next time when I’m in trouble again, so talk then as now I need to get to my precious seat on the cool shadows and plenty of rest there spend until it’s time to say, when and get going again.
“Getting stuck in a place, a thought or life in general, can be a good thing?” Gun Roswell
On Permanently stuck on the rocks! Rocks
May I offer you:
Seawater, on the rocks
Shaken and stirred!
Sometimes the drawn lines blurred
But I am deterred
To step into the waves, nevertheless!
“Take a load off, head to the beach, see what’s there for free!” Gun Roswell
Surfers on the Dunes
Surfer dudes
With attitudes
“No landlubbers allowed
There is no monkeying around!
This is serious business
With a touch of impulsiveness!
If you want to join
Let me just flip this coin:
Heads or tails
You know, this never fails:
You are in!”
“Something about the details of this holiday I find odd…” Gun Roswell
All in the Details
“It’s all in the details”
The designer said
As out the well made plans
She laid
Rantings Of A Third Kind 