“Bicycles and mopeds forever” Gun Roswell
Moped!
I am a biped
Driving my moped
On the street side
Nobody can stop me
Watch me ride
I am driving very far
Watching out for cars
Don’t want any scars
My moped and I
This trip is just fine
Me and my moped
We are together roped
Will not let
Anyone else
Ride on my tiny bike
Some say scooter
I say looser
This is a motor vehicle
Two wheels
Hoping, no on will steel
Having fun
Until day is done
Bike to shed
I go to bed
Until the next day has set
“Sometimes, one needs to run instead of walking” Gun Roswell
Hurry
Hurry, hurry, time is running out!
Running, running, like crazy about
Trying, trying, hard not to shout
But, loosing my mind?
There is really no doubt
Hurry, hurry, hurry
Worry, worry, worry
Those are the trends of today
And they really, can drive you
Into so much dismay
What if I just say
I don’t want anymore to play
Hope it’s not too much trouble
But I just wish to stay in my own little bubble
“to travel broadens the mind, to some extent“ Gun Roswell
to travel
ah, to travel and see the world
land, where ever you’re hurled
into a soft comfy bed get curled
find out all the gems and pearls
it’s almost,
like living in a dreamworld
“Time flies no matter what” Gun Roswell
Time flies
Daylight savings what a joke to drop
No matter which way you turn the clock
Running out of time will never stop
Time keeps on flying no matter what
Whether you’re having fun or just stopped
Crying a bucket it’s all in the same rut
Just so yourself a favour and stop worrying about the flavour
Take a moment in time, maybe even try to smile
As time is relative, only in some one else’s mind
“So much going on in the night sky” Gun Roswell
Night lights
A moon presented itself above the dim light street
It was only a crescent shape but still bright enough to see
All the potholes and bumps of the road ahead
When making a way towards the current homestead
When nearing the crossroads
I spotted an ugly looking toad
Large and loud it was making all kinds of sounds
But as it got closer I realised it got even grosser
Turned out, it was a vehicle of some type
A street bug of sorts, supposedly for the sports
It’s headlights so bright I almost got a fright
But managed to duck into cover, as I watched it away hover
Then all hell broke lose as several streams of light the night skies fumed
A ufo or some kind of search light it was
Making those surround me to really fuss
An invasion of a third kind?
That’s all right, suites me just fine!
“Sun is shining no more” Gun Roswell
Over cast
It was so totally bright
The shiny object full of light
Now the clouds have taken over
Forming a four leaf clover
On top of the sun of shining
Completely it binding
Only a few rays remain
Struggling out of the frame
Some might say it’s exaggerating
That it’s only a slight over cast
But I reply they’re underestimating
As a bad storm front is about to blast
The skies open way too fast
And the, we’re all get drenched
And no more sunshine will get
Through those clouds wedged
Over the bright ball of light
So best give up this fight
And get the heck indeed
Over cast, my ass!
“Mirror, mirror in the wormhole” Gun Roswell
Mirror world
As through the vibrating looking glass I go
Time itself will come to a stall
Then, I let myself gently into the abyss fall
The world of my own reflected
On the other side upside down detected
Something so similar but different than never expected
I find myself in a parallel universe
When I had set the gear in full reverse
Then I touch the liquid and the image is disturbed
It’s almost as looking into a mirror
Everything getting so much nearer
The image is slowly getting clearer
When I finally reach my destination
There really is no more comparison
It’s all too different by definition
But it’s fine for the time being
As my alter ego I am seeing
With the same quirks, is quite freeing
Knowing some things never change
Even in another and different place
I still carry myself with the same old face
“Sad little thing it was” Gun Roswell
The lizard who died
The lizard splashed into water
Guess it forgot it was no sea otter
Drowned into the crystal clear blue
It gave a new meaning to ‘just do’
The kind man came and lifted the body
Of this creature who appeared so oddly
Out of no where it came from
And into another place without torment
Bon voyage and happy trails
To the lizard with a tall tail!
“When life gives you lemons, peel one up and eat it like a sourpuss” Gun Roswell
Lemons of life
Sour said the fox of the grapes
As it did not like the funky taste
It’s far too hot outside right now
But then again, yesterday it snowed
My face is too ugly for television they said
So why not try getting a job in radio instead
I’m constantly worried of every little thing
But taking a shower makes me wanna sing
When life gives you lemonades
Take them back to the store to exchange
“Never enough coffee” Gun Roswell
Coffee always in double
With a big size cup as this It’s really hard to miss
The caffeine addict within me
Coffee, on the double
Coffee, please make it double
Coffee, cup size, better have it double
As the healing liquid I get in front of me
Life always looks so much better I believe
And the i drink my coffee until late eve
Coffee, never enough
Coffee, never too much
Coffee, thank goodness for such
Coffee, a most precious gift
Coffee, how you always up me lift
Coffee, nuff said, peace!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 