Frozen creek in winter

“The winter weather is pretty cold so it totally freezes everything solid the moment it comes around” Gun Roswell 

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The winter is taking over, all of nature, the birds, the bees, the trees even the clovers, but that is the design of nature, and you cannot throw against it any hatred, as the cycle is as it’s always been, the warmth followed by ever more cooling temperatures, and now, it is the time of total sub zeros, for a while at least, but this is not the beast to tackle rather let it crackle it’s way, creating frozen moments, monuments even, for whatever reason, maybe simply for us dwellers to enjoy and take those moments, skating along the bed of the creek, as the waters have turned to a sleek mirror of ice, something cool and nice, which is only possible during the time of winter at its coldest, when at its boldest. So, perhaps give a chance to the winter after all, even through the cold, simply dress up warm and you will be safe, for those wintery games, taking some pride with a smile of this gorgeous season, as it much like the others are here for a reason.

Working for free, really?

“Low paid dead end job without any prospects for improvement” Gun Roswell

Each day, slaving away
No thanks, no rewards
Just expected to score
Working for the man
As best as I possibly can
Always stretching, always reaching
Considered the reliable one
Never any time for fun
More was always expected
And doing that your own life neglected
When its finally time for rest
You had done your very best
The walls came up
With a loud puff
You can take the time, but no pay
That is what they strictly said
If you want pleasure
A time for some leisure
Do it on your own dime
Do not waste our time
Alas, I am now broke
Almost having a stroke
There is no winning 
The corporates just keep on stinging
Do you hear me singing
No, never, I think I will give in
Throw in the towel and start walking
The narrow path
How long can it last
After all?

Step into the light

“Shades of grey and then, light – summer is here, right? Not just yet!” Gun Roswell

Living, in the shadows
In all shades of grey
Before going, to the gallows
I need to see, the day

Stepping, into the light
The first time, without a fright
Before entering, the eternal night
I am giving up, the fight

Washing, my face, with rays
Of sun, never seen, in this place
I know, this is, out of grace
Before leaving, to outer space

Stepping, carefully, in and out
Back to the shade, the light so loud
This is how my path was laid
Even if, this, is not what I prayed

If time, once again, me allows
I will remain, a while, in the hollow
Between, light and shadow
Walking the path, so narrow