Golden Moment (for Mundane Monday)

“That golden moment, reflected, in the windows, in the afternoon light – looks like we live in the golden city!” Gun Roswell

Golden Moment 

The windows reflecting the light
As the afternoon’s sun is still bright
Colouring all the surfaces with gold hue
Completely irradiating the feeling of blue
A lyrical moment for the mundane grey
The feeling of dull quickly fading away
As the tall towers and the low windows
Make us believe in fairy tales and wonders
Our city now the golden one
Before the illusion comes undone
And we are back to the mundane vision
Of dull surfaces needing revision

Control, really is, an illusion

“The illusion of control, huh? How funny is that?” Gun Roswell

Control, really is, an illusion

I am in total control of everything and all surrounding me
As you, can clearly see, this illusion of control is a perfectly built delusion
Which I am keeping up all day and all night
Never, ever even considering, giving up the fight

As I have managed myself to convince
Of this, state of being, in control, that it really exists
I am now in the process of turning other over
To my perfect side, of this, perfect place of order

But the more and more I try to keep the mode on
Of being the one, with everything and anything under my thumb
I feel the drain, even to the point, it starts to stain
My poor face, my hair, even my body, all going down the drain

And then, as I slowly realize, that being int total control is agonizing
Really is something of an imaginative thing, a hoax
Invented by some marketing people after some bad smokes
And then, I give up, saying I am a mess, and there is only chaos around me
And guess what, you are all in it too!

Welcome To Finland’s Midsummer (Repost for TBT)

Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!

midsummer-dream

“At least there is no snow on the ground” Gun Roswell

Welcome To Finland’s Midsummer

Not creature stirred
Not even a mouse
Vision getting blurred
Or just an illusion
If you come to the conclusion
And dare to leave the house
Heed this warning
The rain come a down pouring
Soon you will be scorning
The streets empty and deserted
The barbeque outside forgotten and defeated
Shivering in ten plus degrees
Wishing you had paid the fees
Of a nice vacation abroad
But your plan was flawed
Planning on spending
The day never ending
At home in stead
Spending the Finnish carnival
An event most formidable
Even though holier than thou
Or the proverbial sacred cow
That was all but a dream
You hear yourself scream
If you’d only been so lucky
But now feeling yucky
Your midsummer
What a bummer
Surely a nightmare to remember

So what really happened:

juhannus-truth

The Illusion of Multitasking (Repost for TBT)

Multitasking-poem

“I’m great at multitasking. I can waste time, be unproductive, and procrastinate all at once”

The Illusion of Multitasking

In case you were asking
My answer:
I was multitasking

Procrastinating
Deferring
Until tomorrow
Without a sorrow
Delaying the inevitable
Playing the pivotable
Unproductive
Almost destructive

The illusion
Of accomplishment
Clear as day
In my mind
Everything a play
Nothing accomplished
Nothing adhered
Time is a wasting
That much is clear

It was just the illusion
Of multitasking

multitask-woman-2

Welcome To Finland’s Midsummer

“At least there is no snow on the ground” Gun Roswell

Welcome To Finland’s Midsummer

Not creature stirred
Not even a mouse
Vision getting blurred
Or just an illusion
If you come to the conclusion
And dare to leave the house
Heed this warning
The rain come a down pouring
Soon you will be scorning
The streets empty and deserted
The barbeque outside forgotten and defeated
Shivering in ten plus degrees
Wishing you had paid the fees
Of a nice vacation abroad
But your plan was flawed
Planning on spending
The day never ending
At home in stead
Spending the Finnish carnival
An event most formidable
Even though holier than thou
Or the proverbial sacred cow
That was all but a dream
You hear yourself scream
If you’d only been so lucky
But now feeling yucky
Your midsummer
What a bummer
Surely a nightmare to remember

So what really happened:

juhannus-truth

The Illusion of Multitasking

Multitasking-poem

“I’m great at multitasking. I can waste time, be unproductive, and procrastinate all at once”

The Illusion of Multitasking

In case you were asking
My answer:
I was multitasking

Procrastinating
Deferring
Until tomorrow
Without a sorrow
Delaying the inevitable
Playing the pivotable
Unproductive
Almost destructive

The illusion
Of accomplishment
Clear as day
In my mind
Everything a play
Nothing accomplished
Nothing adhered
Time is a wasting
That much is clear

It was just the illusion
Of multitasking

multitask-woman-2