“Life on the rocks, it certainly is!” Gun Roswell
Hard and cold they be, when autumn us sees
Onto the land falls, life slowing down to a halt
A frown on the faces forming, when it starts storming
Grey skies the constant companion with me now
It’s life on the slippery, watery rocks after all
Hence the name, or the expression, fall?
“I know many things?” Gun Roswell
I may know a little bit of everything
But sometimes, I am just pretending
When I get into a dark corner
And there is no kind of door there
I use humour, to dig my way out
Sometimes, I even have to shout!
The noise sprouting out of my mouth
So loud and silly, it’s just all, willy nilly
And then, I really do feel guilty
Then out pours the utter most filthy!
So guess you can say
I’m so stupid I just pretend
Play the part of the fool
Being a total tool
A Jack of no trades
And a master, of none?
“I think I just may be, a tad paranoid?”
Voices, noises
Never good with so many choices
Watching, looking, staring
Who’s in my kitchen cooking
Daemons, angels, the devil perhaps?
God, Jesus and all those things fictional
Aliens and conspiracies more so
Paradoxes, global warming
At least that one is true!
The FBI, police forces, neighbours even
And with their cats and dogs too!
They are all watching, me!
I am, becoming, quite paranoid
“I have no idea?” Gun Roswell
I have no new ideas
My mind is completely blank
Writing this un-rhyming poem
Is the only thing of I could think
Something, something…
I guess is better than
Nothing?
But I do what I can
(Do I really?)
Scribbling on my smart phone
Trying to create the perfect poem
And simply realising I am just repeating
The one missing thing all over again
So I am stopping
Right here, right now
Before my brain is popping out
I will try to take a break
From being a writer fake?
“History, in motion on full display” Gun Roswell
Tall, big and dandy
Like a castle, made of sand
Home of many a kings and queens
While visiting, maybe some of them to be seen?
I spy, with my eye, a fortress
Defying history, by being ageless
Statuesque, with stony walls
Standing in place, never to fall
Plenty of people will stand there and ogle
Some of them looking through their goggles
A sight for the tourists and centuries
But maybe not there, for all to please
“Funny, how that thing did and happened?” Gun Roswell
Alive?
I am only alive when
Writing?
A story, a tale or a poem perhaps?
Until that time, I am gone
Existing, elsewhere?
Out there, in the stratosphere?
Is this, a simulation?
Real life or some memory?
But I am still, alive…
…Right?
“Did I mention, that I really love coffee?” Gun Roswell
Today, is time for, Coffee
There’s no form of life without, Coffee
A world revolves around, Coffee
That’s it, Coffee
Life=Coffee
Nuff said, I’m outta here!
And getting some more, Coffee
“Flowers with so many powers” Gun Roswell
Flowers of red and yellow
Garden now full, in a month null
Enjoy the beauty before gone
“Flaw makes perfect?” Gun Roswell
A flaw here, another there!
So many flaws, I have some to share!
I’ve never been inspired to be the greatest
But neither am I among the totally flakiest
But in the years of late for sure
I have started to think of maybe, a cure?
For that nit-picking nagger, who’ll find all them flaws
Or maybe, just maybe, give it the hee-haw!?
“Fire and fury, that is the colour, right?” Gun Roswell
Red, like a glorious sunset
Red, like the face after a long fight
Red, fierce, fabulous, jaw-dropping
Red, just like my very own life?
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