“Sometimes, one simply wants some peace and quiet, far away from people and the daily grind, and preferably, in the middle of the ocean an island so pretty with everything in it, but by the shore’s of the capital city, close to it all, the hustle and bustle of the big city and people and all, because who wants to be alone, really?” Gun Roswell
A cottage on an island Preferably on the highland Still near or in the city No running water nor electricity Not another soul in sight If you dare to enter You will soon be in plight Because the center Of each Finns existence Is the calculated distance From their neighbour Preferably as far as the equator
“Well, it’s another year and another birthday, but is still feel like that rather shabby nineteen year old person I once was!“ Gun Roswell
The writer of this ditty, found a photo of herself when she was an itty-bitty kiddy. Just a toddler seated in her moms lap, a proud parent I guess at that back then in the something somethings when life was so much simpler, at least if the smiles on the faces are any kind of inkling. So guess back then, I really had the world on a string. And adding to that the eagerness to dance and sing or at least perform in some fashion, from a few years on, all that looking back, seemed like a good deal to be inside of and some of the memories are just great, while others, well, those one can always fake, right!?
So, a few decades has now passed, since that selfie of sorts from the past and like the image it self, can last for a long, long time, despite being old and wrinkled, but not I! And yeah, guess I have to admit, that taking to account everything and all I am feeling fine, despite whatever thoughts of darkness might land on my own mind every now and again but hey, that is just time spent too much with myself. And certainly nothing to do with age as that is a simple number on the cake. But yeah, as sometimes in my slumber, bad thoughts occur, but hey, that is fine, as I am fine and most of those surround me are just fine so, putting on a smile for today at least and then a little later on, I will most certainly off of my b-day cake feast.
So whatever ranting this little ditty might be, I will keep on having my birthdays for, well, hopefully eternity. The next goal is set as a hundred and fifty. Yeah I know that sounds so, well science fiction-y. But as I have always planned on living forever, guess that is not such a impossible goal now or even ever.
“The cat sitting in the middle of the street? Well? It can mean several things really – waiting, wasting time, contemplating life, or just sitting, just because they can” Gun Roswell
The cat who sat, in the middle of the street, someone even pleading, for them to move away, as traffic would most likely cause some dismay, alas, the cat who there calmly sat, could not have cared any less, because they had a bigger plan, the bigger picture to see, because this was no ordinary cat, whom simply on the streets sat, rather someone with many philosophical thoughts, their mind in a constant swirl of all the things in there hurled, thinking about life, the passersby, even the faint smiles given to them on a few occasion, and so, without moving much, the cat who on the street sat, kept on plotting and planning, the life as we know it scanning, taking serious notes, and then posting those, in the galactic wide board, for the rest of the life forms, to make a note of, a warning of sorts, of what the Hoomans of the blue globe, were doing, without any kind of good form.
Tomorrow, I have to borrow Skip today, like it was yesterday Friday, my hero, without you, I am zero The day of wonder, the day of bliss Oh, how I have you, each day missed
I am sorry you had to go away I wished, really, for you to stay But I know, you cannot be everyday So I am trying to enjoy, each and every day But Friday, I miss you any way
Friday, always on my mind Friday, is always so kind Friday, yes, that is my day Friday, I am in love with you Friday, you are the only and true
“Take a ride on the merry-go-round, something perhaps lost there to be found, a childhood or a reason for some fun?” Gun Roswell
Life on a Merry-Go-Round
Life is easy as pie Life is a piece of cake Oh, for heavens sake, Life, life is never easy or a piece of cake or pie! If you believe that, then, my dear friend, You are living a lie 😉
Life, is more, like a merry-go-round You get lost, and then again found Life, can make nice noises and great sounds But you might end up chasing your tail, like a hound When in the front seat, you may be pushed, to the background Riding a high horse like a queen or king, you may be uncrowned And when you mess around Be prepared to be driven to the ground
So, stick rules of the playground Do and say something profound Never leave too far from the compound And never, never let yourself to be spellbound
That moment of blue soon to descend When the sun on the sea finally lands Having been watching, waiting, hoping Only for the darkness and the blues The blues in so many coloured hues Upon the small me to blend
“Blue like the wide clear ocean, blue like the highest skies, as is my memory in motion” Gun Roswell
Blue in complete motion
The ocean, turned to a cool blue As if deriving it from the sky’s hue The sun was still shining Us towards nature entwining
It was a perfect of blues for us few Who had felt the presence of the colour And then smelling its eternal odour For our whole lives having been revolving around blue
And now it was once again beckoning Us toward the total most reckoning Being united with the blue Now and forever feeling the true blue hues
Rantings Of A Third Kind 