The photo album of life?

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“Too many images, do grace, my poor mobile phone’s database!” Gun Roswell

The library is full!!!

The flashing red light there, on the face of the device, which I so much like… well I am lying here, as being in love is most like it!

But now, it is so time for a hissy fit as that darned thing, stopped working!

As in having been filled, with so many images, those snaps having been taking along the way, most of them done of my own accord, with just a few borrowed.

All them pictures from the travels in the past, never meant to last, the trip that is, but as you can see, the images are somewhat safely stored, in the memory banks of the poor, calling device of sorts.

But nobody really uses it for that, as it is so much more, or was, cannot remember, as it is action as my memory too, just to name but a few things, this miracle gadget can do.

Still, I am ripping my hair off, trying to figure out a way, where these pictures to store.

As of now, the memory is full and so, well guess, delete, delete, delete is really all I can do?

Tuesday? Once a week only?

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It’s another day of the week, naturally!” Gun Roswell

The days come along one by one (usually the way they do)
It’s almost like singing a song (verse by verse moving along)
Today it’s Tuesday, when only yesterday it was Sunday (that’s how I recall it)
And now, it’s getting late, no matter how I hesitate, tomorrow will be here, I can feel it near (What do you know: It’s Wednesday and midweek, what a geek!)

Guess I need to stop worrying about Mondays anyway (Oh, did you worry before? Did not know that…)
Since the days keep on changing without my aid (Yeah, need a time machine for that!)
Why worry about some day, when there is always the next day (True, do like the Spanish do, manana!)
So, on this day of …ahem, Tuesday, I swear, not to worry about another damned day!!! (Liar! You know this promise or what ever is as good as the up and down going fever! You will never keep it, trust me, I know shit!)

Bring it on Tuesday, Wednesday and even Friday (Don’t forget Monday and something else!)
Every day, from this day on is my day (note to writer, how many times can you get away with the word “day”?)
I will start appreciating the here and now (Yeah, really! Like to see that)
And then, if not, nobody have a cow! (We already did! It’s there in the backyard!)

The Lemons of Life 

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“When life gives you lemons, peel one up and eat it like the sourpuss you are, a quick fix huh? ” Gun Roswell 

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 

Rock away on the rocking chair

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“A seat, not with wheels, but something better, which leads to a rocking motion, soothing and well, perhaps lulling the seated one, to a sleepy existence” Gun Roswell


The old school chair, still has its lure, the oddly shaped legs of it, not really the four excepted, rather reminiscent more of a sleigh, gliding across the floor, but still, remaining where it was laid.

The rocking back and forth, might just seem odd, then again, if the sitter, lets its affects gain control, on the body and perhaps even the soul, then soon enough, a sense of calm will be gained and then, falling asleep somewhat deep or perhaps not, but at least a nap of sorts. 

And it will all be thanks, to this rocker of a chair from the past.

Life, never perfect?!?

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“Life is not perfect and neither am I “ Gun Roswell

Every day a pretty smile for the camera
This target requires loads of stamina
Acting, pretending, life is just dandy
Secretly crying, and eating that last piece of candy

Money may be tight, cannot afford the evening light
Eating the neighbour’s leftovers, dug up from the bio trash bin, not such a sin
Living life to the fullest, only to find out you’re the dullest
Watching pictures from friends on the Instagram, basking in the sun of a foreign land

Realising all the best laid plans, went down the drain, with the spring rain
Making up the perfect image, the best produced scam, imagined anyone can
Acting, playing the part, none of the wiser, but you are the biggest lier
Facade so permanent, face turning into stone, sooner or later it will reach your bones

Wake up, before it is too late
Learn, to not yourself to hate
Life is not perfect and neither are you
You thought different, but you are the biggest fool

After all, you are a just a tiny ball, in the worldwide game of pinball
Thrown against the walls, like everyone else, and sooner or later, everyone falls
You can try to stall, play a different song
But none of us are strong, it’s all just pretend

Skeletor I be

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“I am made of some kind of bones?” Gun Roswell

I found some skeletons, deep in my closet
I don’t know how they got there, possibly it was a good idea as a deposit
Now, I know this house is old, drafty and has leaky faucets
Yes, and it has caused quite the dent in my wallet

But as you can probably surmise
And imagine my total surprise
When these bones from the past
Out from their hiding splashed

So now, I am sitting on the floor
Carefully watching the door
Hoping to get these bones ridden
To a place safe, secret, away hidden

Unfortunately, at this day and age, I don’t have a time portal
Which could aide me to turn back time and make all normal
Make past things right, to not to run away from the fights
But, now I can only try to hide, that which I once let slide

People in glass houses, should not throw bones
Keep off your microphones and telephones in your own homes
You can never be too sure or safe
So just remember to lock your secrets in a very safe place

Footfalls in my woolen socks

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“Sometimes, it’s good to forget, the worries, the daily grind, even the shoes and simply stroll out there, into the freshly fallen snow, in only, woolen socks.” Gun Roswell

There are no missteps
Just follow my footsteps
And you may find
A reward of a different kind..
…A pair of woolen socks

The struggle is eternal!

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“Yep, it’s Winter time once again, that horrid cold and dreary blanket tightening around us and not letting go, until maybe April or May “ Gun Roswell

The snowy paths seemingly tempting, at least when viewed from the window from comfy and warm inside, but this illusion of puffy whites and fluffy piles of soft powder only hides the fact, that it is really, really cold in there and if you even try to let out one single word of swear, your breath will freeze in an instant and the curse will only become a soft whisper, in the seemingly gorgeous and absolutely picturesque scene, of a picture perfect snow filled postcard, something to send for a seasonal holiday, even if this specific day, would leave the visitor daring the winds and gust and cold, totally not sold on the idea of “yeah this is what I really wanted to do for my one day of holiday!” 

Alas, this season too, is part of the vicious cycle of life here on the planet of these humans birth, the options not really there, unless, somewhere else on the sphere a relocation plan can be fared, but usually, it is simply best to stick with the planned life despite all the strife as soon enough, there will be warmer weather ahead. Besides, these days, you can simply stay indoors and enjoy the coco and s’mores, and sleep until the sun rises once again in May.

Something to be recycled?

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“Nothing wasted here, with every single piece refurbished and recycled, giving the lot a new lease in life.” Gun Roswell


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 

Perhaps even building something new, an artwork or something to be used?

If a neighbour or friend might need something dome, then simply share
After all, it’s better than throwing things away – it’s called care

A very special spot to sit on

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“It’s cozy, inviting, it’s comfy, you can sleep in it, it’s a chair for sure, but yeah, something so special, life in it will be easy to endure.” Gun Roswell


Once again, time has been gone by in a whirlwind week, without much room to breathe, the lazy day is here, like it was just yesterday I was here, in the same place, the clock ticking away. But today, no matter what else there is to slay, work, tasks, life, I will take it easy and stay, in on single spot the whole day, no matter whom shall come a knocking on the door, ceiling or even the floor. I am not moving from my own designated spot.

And if someone would like to call me lazy for this single act of selfishness, then be my guest, as I really could not care less. As it said in the ancient song of the past, this one day, is my day of rest, and unless you have some other suggestion to make me rethink my current position, then please, leave me alone, seated in my special spot, from the zero hour on the dot, until another one strikes on the clock, my ass is not moving unless nature is calling, or then, if the house around me should be falling. This is my day to stay, immobile and for now, that is a status simply fine.