“It’s yellow so it must be pretty” Gun Roswell
Great things
Always come in threes
Even if you sneeze
You will love these
Little yellow things
Brought by spring
Yellow Things
Easter Time is upon!
It’s that time of the spring, the seasonal pairing of the eggs and things!” Gun Roswell
After all the painted eggs and faces
The little witch nervously paces
Out into the wide world
She needs to fly like a bird
Because
For now
Easter time
Is just to follow!
And the witches’ brooms
Cannot be hollow!
Eye, well, it does spy!
Back to the Future or already there?
“Movies? What are those? Sci-fi? Call it, Sci-Fa as in fact?” Gun Roswell
I was sitting in my time machine
Whistling this happy tune
Must have been quite a scene
With the bells, whistles and fumes
Setting the date into the dialer
The flux capacitor pulsating
Waiting patiently, I am the driver
Feeling the seat vibrating
The dashboard flashing
Soon I will be dashing
Through time and space
Into another time and place
Travelling in my vehicle
The outside cold as icicles
With the speed of light
In a tunnel quite bright
My destination dead ahead
The tunnel soon to shed
Feelings of anticipation
Of what destiny awaits me
In the next station
There is no Try?
“Just do it?”
This morning I woke with a huff
Thinking I had had enough
Cranky tired, uninspired
Fully setup for a fail
Checking my email
Another assignment
What an annoyment
Not an idea in my head
Wanting to go back to bed
But the little sound
Getting more and more loud
Urging me to at least give it a try
Heck, it wasn’t as I was learning to fly
So I did and finally am completed
Even though feeling completely depleted
But still respective high
Now the sun has gone to rest
And soon so will I
I wish you one and all
A good night and all my best
Tomorrow another day to tackle
But that’s another story, another haggle
The fly on the wall
“Just hanging, listening, observing, checking things out” Gun Roswell
I, am a small fly, sitting on the wall
Wall, which from I won’t totally fall
Fall, would be a terrible thing
Thing, as if I would be killed
Killed, to the very death!
I am but a fly on this wall
Wall, observing everything
Everything, and nothing
Nothing, as today’s such a bore
Bore, because I have no sugar!
Ah, sugar, the essence of life
Life, this tiny little fly’s treat
Treat, as in a sugary snack
Snack, as without it I would slack
Slack, well, yes, you know, lazy!
I basically don’t do much
Much, as humans consider such
Such, is the life of a fly
Fly, but now, I really have to fly
So, bye bye!
Flying high?
“Ever high up, in a soft huff and slow kind of a puff “ Gun Roswell
Rising high, above the clouds
An exceptional ride I’ve chosen no doubt
A big balloon, fuelled with hot air
Someone else might run away in scare
A hot air balloon, this transport it is called
For without the fire and air, the lift off would have stalled
A giant blob of a ball piercing the tall skies
And in a tiniest of baskets, the passengers are huddled together
Knowing, their life is hanging by very narrow tethers
It’s all cool an fun when you look from below
But rising over the rooftops and clouds above
The perspective changes into a worry of a fall
Soon enough, you’re starting to huff and puff
Looking for a landing spot
From where everything looks like a dot
Finally starting to descend
Thank the deities that, all ended well
Of Cliques and Sandboxes (Social Media Bullshit)
“It’s just social media, not real life after all!” Gun Roswell
The social media
With it’s exclusive cliques
Reminder of a passed era
Playing in a sandbox
When one was six
Call it fandom
Call it friendship
The last ship
You ever expected
To be on
Hook, line and sinker
They reeled you in
Ready to give up your thinker
For world of cyber within
Playing by the rules
Set only by a few
If you won’t comply
Then out you will fly
Highly addicted
Utterly conflicted
Still trying hard
To get disconnected
No one seen
In the darkened room
The only light
From the screen
Sitting quietly
Wondering
If there is
Life beyond
The cyber dome
Coffee, Coffee, Coffee and then some
“There really is no life before the first pot of coffee in the morning” Gun Roswell
Since the dawn of time when humans first dropped down from the trees and started walking, their first trip must have been to the closest Starbucks for some coffee.
Remember the classic film “2001: A Space Odyssey” and first scene where the prehistoric man is bewildered when a big black block lands before him? What if instead of the monolith a giant cup of coffee would have landed? I think we would have evolved much faster and would be more advanced today if that would have been the case
But let’s move forward in time and to present day.
I have dropped in a quite a few suggestions (read request) in our office “suggestion box“: Add to the list of necessary office supplies an IV drop filled with coffee. Each worker would then be hooked into the IV every morning and during the day; a dedicated person would circulate around the office and re-fill the empty ones.
But seriously, coffee is the one good drug that keeps this world up and running. Here is an example of an ordinary working day:
1st cup: 06.00 AM: Eyes barely open reaching for my glasses on the night stand sniffing for that precious aroma. Nothing yet! Half running downstairs praying the automated coffee maker has not suffered from any kind of electrical stroke during the night and my coffee would be there waiting for me.
It is! Hallelujah let the day begin!
2nd cup: 06.20 AM: Morning ablutions behind me, standing fully clothed ready to take off to work, gulping the second cup of coffee while reaching for the door.
3rd cup: 07.00 AM: In the office, turning on the coffee machine before even reaching for the lights in the darkened office. Impatiently waiting while the machine is making its morning sounds before I can insert my coffee capsule into the damned thing and get my coffee (Note: It’s a double shot just to make sure I don’t run out before I can tackle today’s pile of work).
4th to 6th cup: 08.00 to 11.00 AM: A steady flow of “double shots” for each cup to keep up the pace of the day and a smile on my face.
7th cup: 11.30 AM: A cup of coffee to complement a tasty lunch, of course
8th to 9th cup: 12.00 PM to 02.00 PM: One for each scheduled meeting for the afternoon.
10th (to 11th) cup: 02.15 PM: It is finally time for the afternoon coffee break! (In reality this is a very large cup so guess it counts for two or more…).
12th cup: 03.00 PM: Last squeeze (and cup of coffee) before the day’s work is done!
13th cup: 04.00 PM: Time to leave for home, one more for the road…
14th to Umpteenth cup: 05.00 PM to Midnight: After a full day of work, I managed a full hour of exercise, went grocery shopping and vacuumed the whole house. Albeit I was so perked up from all the coffee I managed to get to bed early (around 2 AM) after cleaning a few closets and taking the dog out three times during the evening for a brisk walk and of course, having a cup of coffee here and there; P
The lesson learned: There is no such thing as too much coffee!
By the way, last time I had my yearly check up at the doctors, the conclusion was: there was far too much blood in my caffeine circulation!
Ice Defrosted?
“It’s spring according to the calendar, but there’s ice on the road?” Gun Roswell
The signs of spring are finally returning
As the rays of sun in the early morning
Ignite the icy roads into slow thawing
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
