Night lights

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“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! 

Over cast 

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“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! 

Lemons of life 

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“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 

Coffee always in double 

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“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! 

Walk on the rocky pier 

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“Beach, finally here!” Gun Roswell 

Walk on the rocky pier 

Take a short walk along the long pier
Dip your toes into the water when you get there 
Feel the summer breeze on your burning skin
Let the holiday feeling finally sink in 

Stay a while at the very end of the pier
Let the sunny rays wash away any fears 
Of letting go of the mundane And embrace the upon coming fun day 

Take a slow walk back to the beach 
Then turn to look at the glimmering sea
Just remember you can always return 
Until it’s time for the leisure time to adjourn 

Recycle

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“Always recycle” Gun Roswell

Recycle

Abandoned, discarded, of no more use
Maybe, we all have just a too short fuse 

When something is broken and no more works
Then we just run out and buy a new one like jerks 

Why not mend it, fix it, or make some repairs
Or just save it and use the parts as spares 

If a neighbour or friend might need dome, then just share
After all, it’s better than throwing things away 

Pink friend

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“Friends of many colours” Gun Roswell

Pink friend

Sometimes friends come in many shapesSometimes even their colours may vary
Sometimes you may be lucky to have a double set
Sometimes you’ll end up with just one really good friend 

But, never you mind, just try always to be kind And never, ever stop trying
Be open and inviting in the world so wide
And who knows where those friends you’ll find 

Peephole

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“Life through a peephole” Gun Roswell 

Peephole

Through the tiny window
I watch the outside world
As the soft clouds by flow
And I wish onto them to be hurled
To fly like the birds in the skies
Or take a ride on a horse divine
To for it all and then fall
Fast asleep and dream for more

But it’s not for me
For you see 

I am the watcher
Behind the scenes
I am the onlooker
Never the participant 
I am the ever loner
When the others live
I am the one keeps the record
While the others sleep
I am alway here
Behind the peephole
Watching, learning
Sometimes even yearning
Go, be a part of it all
But as time for me has stalled
As I am the one
The caretaker of it all 

Life is a beach 

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“Life on the beach” Gun Roswell

Life is a beach 

When thinking that life is a soft and sandy beach
And you’ll do your damnedest to it early on reach 

Then once you get there, to relax and take a seat
You’ll realise, that staying forever might the perfect image bleach 

So, for now, let’s just make a holiday of it
Forget for a while all that daily shit 

Enjoy the ever fading moments of the promised paradise
Before leaving only to return again, at lest that’s the advice 

And after the thoughts are settled
And you have neatly nestled Just dive into the inviting cool blue waters 
And frolic around there pretending you’re a sea otter 

Left hanging 

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“A top of the world ma!?” Gun Roswell

Left hanging 

I was put here on total display Much to my own undesire and dismay
Nobody bothered to ask me if I wanted to stay 

So here I just hang until the end of the day 

I am not discarded nor broken Nor am I anyone’s special token
But I surely used to be for spoken 

Dunno no, if that applies anymore, just hoping 

So some one please come and get me
You can ride me even to the sea
My pedals and saddle are still complete
So hope on and let me drive you easily