“There is nothing wrong with loving coffee, too much, that is!” Gun Roswell
Fences won’t keep me from coffee!
They built the tall fences, to keep me away from my precious They tried hard to surround me, with something else to see They underestimated me though, as I will surely them all show They cannot keep me apart, from the one which holds my heart
But, no amount of impenetrable barriers so bold, will be able to let me grab a hold Of the only special and soothing one, whom knows what I am and what I have done The only thing in this whole wide world, with which without into turmoil I would be hurled And being the one, keeping me sane, through all the daily hassle and underlying pain
So, I will do my best and damndest, to push though and do not care less If cuts and bruises I will retain, all along the way, until I am finally through And then, you my dear and sweet thing, I will finally be able to cradle On the palms of my hands, as even if bruised they will soon be on the mend
After I have had, my first cup of coffee before the looming of the day
“There is nothing else to the weekend, but just drinking a lot of coffee, is all“ Gun Roswell
Coffee and Fridays
Fridays are filled with hope of the pending freedom at least for some who have worked all week long, trying to stay strong, just in the hopes of surviving until the weekend is near and without fear as coffee, has been there all the way.
But then, think of all that free time ahed, not sure as to what it to on spend, maybe taking a hike, or clearing the closets, or maybe watching the movies stacked in the recorder waiting for the perfect moment? Too many things to choose from and staying strong, ain’t easy!
With the seemingly hectic schedule for the weekend, as usually all the rest of the week is mostly with work spent, and now, when the freedom is finally there, I am quickly falling into a great despair! What to do, what to do?
There is really only one solution to this kind of dilemma:
Picking up my coat and car keys, and then steering the trusted steed towards the only place I know which is serving the good and strong stuff in this early hour; The coffee shop by the near by trucks stop. After arriving, ordering the tallest and strongest suspension they got on the menu.
And after the first few gulps, it is all gone and clarity sets, as I remain seated at the cafe with my tall order of latte and enjoy the day off.
“The black cat did not cross the road, just because it did not want to be a cliche” Gun Roswell
The blackest cat
Intimidating they tried to be, for you see, that was the reputation to upkeep Sullen and hardcore, a fighter sworn to be to the bitter end you see As this was the often painted totally cliched image of the black cats heritage But what if they did not want to live up to said sad and bad reputation at all What if the only thing in the whole wide world for them was to play with a red ball Then after the whole day spent, in fun never to relent, they would get A bowl of milk and some tuna, then meow at the dark night in the light of the Luna And after a while of having spent some time doing the things they loved Curling up in a black ball of fur, and all cliches out the open window hurl Sleeping soundly with a loud purr, next to their best Hooman boy or girl As this black cat never wanted to be someone bad or the unspoken omen Only a loved and treasured member of their adoptive family not the offender And certainly never crossing a road, just because the tale so long ago told
“The sun is fun, as long as it’s not too hot or bright and shining all the time or well, hell, I wish it would rain already!“ Gun Roswell
On the sunny side, getting fried, in the sun
The bench beckoned I reckoned as I was tired of all that trotting around as what ever I thought there was to be found, well it wasn’t all that. So, looking for a place to sit, and then it hit me. Out there in the warming sun I could bask the rest of the afternoon, as the skies were the colour of cool blues and the wind was, well, there. It was warm but at least that beat a weather filled with storm any time. Taking a leap of faith, literally as I did jump the few feet to reach the unoccupied bench there in the middle of the street. Not really the street but close by on the side walk empty and waiting for me to sit down and loose that suddenly risen frown. There, I sat on my tired ass and it was all good and fine at least for a while. But then, after a moment of shedding all the load of the running rampant day, it hit me. Literally, it hit me. The heat so strong I felt like I was cooking and then looking around and up and down, I could see there were absolutely no clouds to be seen. Only the blues in the skies, as clear was the place and the sun, well, it was even bigger and brighter than I had remembered while running amok out there. Sweat pouring from each and every single piece of skin on my body and I suspected the insides were drowning too. Wherever it was coming from, I blamed the sun, as this was far from fun. Being fried like a shrimp on the barbie on the sunny side of the street or all over the place, as there really was no shade anywhere to be found. Well, maybe if I went underground. So, there I was unable to move and slowly getting cooked, cursing my faith and wishing it would finally rain!
“It is great to find magic in the mundane, especially on a sad day of Monday” Gun Roswell
Sunshine on a Mundane Monday
Look, who decided finally to show up And for a while there I was starting To get all upset and wound up!
Then quickly, I am up from the tub Grabbing a hold of my favourite cup And then towards the outside, With a set of a few huffs and puffs I dare to go And yeah, none too slow!
Just before, that is, My all time favourite show On the television, is up! As the sun decided to turn up Way too late of the day Much to all those waiting And now complaining! But hey, it’s Monday So what did you expect!?
“The colour so bright, this thing, totally, caught my eyes!“ Gun Roswell
The painted fire red engine colour shining across the grey a monotonous basement of a parking lot, and it really wasn’t that difficult to spot, that totally gorgeous vehicle of a thing parked across a few dull looking four wheeled drives, so guess this tiny thing, just wanted to survive, the looks given by those big ass bullies, mocking its very existence, while missing a wheel, for instance.
“What the hell kind of a car are you anyway?” One suburban, one the larger side, with its wheels ever so large and wide asked, the tiny thing, huddled away now, in the corner to stay while, its driver was doing the shopping for the weekend, and some time away from this small trike spend.
“I am a trike, but weather proof!” The red vehicle replied, trying that, with a small smile, after all, this was its first time ever, in a great big mall, and to be honest, it really did not like at all, the banter, or rather hate talk, from all the others around there, giving it the scare.
“Oh, a trike huh?” A regular size car, commented, with a snarl, “Where does your owner, get to put all the haul, which they will most certainly have on them, as they come down from the shops.” It stated snidely as if it had some kind of revelation widely unravelled. “There is no real trunk or any kind of other place to put on all that junk, they will most certainly have scoped out, from all them shops and then bought, surely you can see the dilemma and the irony, of being such a tiny, tiny thing, despite the red armoury?”
The red trike thought for a moment, then with a loud huff and puff, it extended out its sides, making the body of it ever so wide, but with a large smile, a bit of an evil one at that, the red trike, showed off its assets quite nice, as the two, quite big tubes appeared, and as the very lids of them sprung open, the others, those even with snide remarks, could see now, clear as day, that this small trike, had a lot more on display, than what the spying eyes initially had seen.
“What do you think about my trunk now?” The red trike barked out, “Plenty of room for stuff and such, and even the rider, has leg space enough!”
No further comments were heard from the floor, as the vehicles just shut up and all their doors, as mocking such a tiny little red thing, seemed to have been a good pass time, before their owners would bring, all their shopping, filling the spaces and then some more, indeed, the little red trike, was the winner of them all, on this grey looking and dull day, at the shopping mall, then making sure the owner had plenty of space for all the stuff bought and maybe even some delicious s’mores.
“Everything scares me, always, even the number 13 and Fridays too, then again, all days scare me: I am a regular scary cat!” Gun Roswell
It is, once again, Friday, the 13th
It was, once again, really dark But then again, it was always dark At least, as far As I have that known Deep, deep down, within my heart
The totally scary thoughts I had always known, without a doubt And with a full facial pout I grabbed a hold of the shout But the inevitable was lurking around
It really, did not help That it was Friday, the thirteenth Who was knocking now, at my door Slowly, but surely, turning me, to the bore Of one… Mrs Hide
And then, the worst happened The warnings signs, unwrapping A great big red flash of light It was useless to more fight The change was upon me… a smile?
“Chip, chip, cheerios, everyone! What a lovely day, in the sun! Hey, you want to go out To sing and dance and shout? It’s such a lovely day On this thirteenth of a Friday! So let’s all get together And smile and laugh and what ever I just love to be so darn happy Cannot bother to be snappy Because life is really too good On this day of 13th mood! “