“It’s always in motion, never stopping no matter how you want it to stop” Gun Roswell
Liquid
Glowing
In black and white
Sometimes, turquoise
Flowing
From left to right
Where, does it end
Where, does it start
The liquid,
So very smart
Life giving
Freely living
Liquid
Quick
Your hand in stick
For sooner
Then the noon
It will be gone
But,
Stay strong
Another surge
Will emerge
Of
The liquid
“Something about stepping over the lines, alas, how can you avoid it?” Gun Roswell
Lines and Shadows
Lazy, hazy afternoon
Sitting, quietly, by the pool
Watching, the sun,
Painting shadows, all around
Every nook and cranny coming alive
Almost like sunlight, doing a cool jive
Nature and art, at its best
Me, with my camera, am just a guest
Recording all this beauty
As the lines and shadows, do their duty
Soon, the moments have passed
And the shadows else where are cast
But at least for now
I am glad I got the witness this, line of a show
“Life passes by, in a blink of an eye, unless of course, you are a vampire or some other undead creature” Gun Roswell
Life spread on the timeline
Life is way, way too short
Like the total time it takes
Simply running from the back of the upstairs
Down to the very end of the front porch
But remember to always smile and have fun
Even if sometimes you need to keep your phasers on stun
Because some of the things are better left undone
Until it feels it will be the best of all outcomes
Life will be as dull as you make it
Life can also be as great if you fake it
Or then it’s just in general all good
Once you stop running like a total fool
“When all else fails, go to, coffee — you cannot go wrong with coffee, ever!” Gun Roswell
Life’s a drag, but coffee helps — always!
When you’re feeling sad, and life, really drags
Drags you, towards the end of the precipice
Precipice, where you now stand, looking down
Down, now, seems to be the only option
Option, because you are at the end of your rope
Rope, which now, seems so narrow and short
Short, as the fuse, you finally lit
Lit, and that, was the single and only fire left
Left, from the box of those cursed matches
Matches, all gone, gone, never coming back, like the last
Last, drop of coffee, that precious coffee, left
Left, in the now empty, hollow, sad pot
Pot, which once contained the only lifesaving liquid
Liquid, which was the only necessity to survive
Survive, it all seems such a waste now
Now, that I am standing here, here, on this, lonely ledge
Ledge, of the edge, of the verge, of my own sanity
Sanity, now totally and completely lost, because, I, have lost
Lost, the single most precious thing in the world
World, which from, I will now be, off of hurled
Hurled, into the dark abyss, of nothingness
Nothingness, because I simply, and honestly, have nothing left…
“Hey, here is your cup as promised. Hot, black, just like you like it!”
“Thanks!”
I smile, at the friendly offer, and take the cup into my cold hands. A sip, it feels so good! I lean back and sigh, in contentment this time. The warmth of the cup against my shaking hands, slowly calming me down, and I stop shaking. As I continues sipping, the dark liquid, let it fill my insides, I know that I am safe now and I could not be, happier!
“Red berries, mixed with apples of the same colour, cannot go wrong!” Gun Roswell
Mix it to a salad
Or make a fruit cup
The tasty palette
Can be served
Right up
Berries of red and blue
For a while in your mouth chew
Let the flavours make their play
You will never want them go away
Berries are good
Berries are healthy
Berries in a smoothie
Berries are a wealthy
“Something about the red berries makes me just… drool and eat them all up until I cannot any more” Gun Roswell
A July gift to you
A red tasty strawberry
May be of few
But the taste better
Than you knew
Best now them cherish
Before autumn arrives
And with it all
The strawberries
Will perish
Red, juicy, inviting, loosing it, gobbling up all that stuff… strawberries, please!” Gun Roswell
Berries of red
Eaten in bed
For breakfast and dinner
Just wish I had a cleaner
Red and juicy
Are these berries
Might enjoy even with sherry
But I think it would be too fruity
Berries in various colours
Never mind some of the odours
Eat them with gusto
And life healthy is a must
“Sleeping in the park, on a hard bench? Yeah, well, it happens to people a lot more often than you might think, and it’s not even Halloween!” Gun Roswell
A Dreary Night on the Bench
Surrounded by dark and misty air
Missed the very last fare
Sitting on this, park bench
Wishing I had worn a warm trench
The eerie, dark and damp surroundings
Leaving my heart pounding
Not a single soul in sight
On this mystical, scary night
Wrapping my thin coat tighter
My mood getting suddenly lighter
I hear some noises
A car in the distance, approaches
Finally… do I have a ride!?!
“There, in the shadows, it lurks, watching all of the hood” Gun Roswell
The Watcher Cat
The watcher cat, at his usual post
Neatly staying, in the very same pose
In his prey, he seems totally engrossed
Or maybe, he just ate a large roast
And now digesting, is the most
Task he is able for the moment, to coast
“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
Rantings Of A Third Kind 