Coffee makes the world go around

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“Coffee, one large cup, please” Gun Roswell

Coffee makes the world go around

Coffee turns the world
When on its axel it is hurled
Dark fine liquid in it’s veins
The oceans and lands stains

Coffee makes the world
Sustaining its living herds
Life as we know it turns
Each day because of this miracle cure

Coffee is the world
Life each day due to it churns
Every single thing it’s praise sings
And peace on earth with every cup brings

Dead end

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“Arriving at the dead end” Gun Roswell

Dead end

Finally reaching the dreaded end
This will be the place I take my stand
Or then, it will be my own dead, at the end

Making my stance
My weapons drawn
No time to think or talk

The enemy’s approaching
The was no time for backing
Down, I had reached the impasse

Guns a blazing, I am moving in
Firing as fast as I can, no matter if the bullets land
I am in for the win, maybe this is a sin

Smoke and fire, how did I get into this dire
The only thing that matters now, is win or loose, and how
My weapon jams, my bullets are spent

All I see is smoke, but I am hell bent
Charging the opponent, I will not let
Anything rule my life, gotta get out of this strife

Fists punching, mouth biting
I am finally, doing all the fighting
When the smoke clears, I can see it very clear

A mirror in front of me
Staring, an image so familiar to me
My own face, busted

Staring back at me from the mirror rusted
A battle has been done, and it was certainly no fun
The only winner and looser

Am I

Empty (Haiku) (Seat Sunday)

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“Always waiting for a bus” Gun Roswell

Empty (Haiku) (Seat Sunday)

Seats available at the station
Waiting for the bus for a trip
A vacation before next Monday

Rough terrain

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“A small walk through hell? Keep going!” Gun Roswell

Rough terrain

Walking until the soles of my shoes are gone
Then I will continue, until my bare feet are sore
Despite this rough terrain, it’s really all the same
Sand, rocks, even water, it will all end in a burner

So why do I keep on moving forward then
When there would be much better ways my time to spend
Lazy days on a hammock in the cool shades
Sipping drinks and eating food someone just for me waited

Call it human nature, or just some sort of internal hatred
The have to attitude, without too much platitude
Going on, even if feeling is none too strong
It must be some kind of madness, or maybe, just sadness

Until this all is getting more clear to me
I will just keep going, for you see, it’s so simple and easy
I can always by a new pair of shoes, and start singing the blues
Rough terrain, it may be the same, but I’ve no one to blame

Life is but a Dream

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“Don’t you wish you could live inside of a dream, at least, sometimes?” Gun Roswell

Life is but a Dream

Each night, running away from daily plight
Sitting in my designated spot, trying, not to think, a lot
Watching, my few favourite shows, again, again and again
Seems time a wasted, as in front of the tv only spent
Alas, this is my kind of a drug, trying all, that bothers me away shrug
In my dreams, filled with scenes
From real life and beyond, but this is my way of staying strong
Hoping, sooner not later, living the life instead of catering
Fantasies, unreal things, dreaming of when to sing
Alas for now, life, is but a dream
At least, that is the case for me

Little Miss Perfect

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“Little miss perfect? A total ray of sunshine? Oh really? Oh well, guess I should not be surprised?” Gun Roswell

Little Miss Perfect

I am the one and only
Little Miss Perfect
Everything I do, is perfect
All of me, you see, is perfect
Everyone thinks, I am perfect

So why, do I, feel such a fool
Used, like an old rusted tool
Life really, had me schooled
So why do I act so cruel

I was taught, to be superior
Never sinking, to the level of inferiors
My house, has a great interior
And everyone, admires my exterior

My happy thoughts
May be store bought
But enjoyment they brought
To all reading my blog

I am, the one and only
Little Miss Perfect
I am the perfect product
The perfect product for your use
Use the perfect product, but never abuse

Liquid

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“It’s always in motion, never stopping no matter how you want it to stop” Gun Roswell

Liquid

Glowing
In black and white
Sometimes, turquoise

Flowing
From left to right
Where, does it end
Where, does it start
The liquid,
So very smart

Life giving
Freely living
Liquid
Quick
Your hand in stick
For sooner
Then the noon
It will be gone
But,
Stay strong
Another surge
Will emerge
Of
The liquid

Lines and Shadows

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“Something about stepping over the lines, alas, how can you avoid it?” Gun Roswell


Lines and Shadows

Lazy, hazy afternoon
Sitting, quietly, by the pool
Watching, the sun,
Painting shadows, all around
Every nook and cranny coming alive
Almost like sunlight, doing a cool jive
Nature and art, at its best
Me, with my camera, am just a guest
Recording all this beauty
As the lines and shadows, do their duty
Soon, the moments have passed
And the shadows else where are cast
But at least for now
I am glad I got the witness this, line of a show