My big bloated head

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”Huge giant head, larger ego, totally a major headache” Gun Roswell

My big bloated head

My head big and giant
My body compared, tiny like an ant
None too reliant
For carrying such a heavy load

How did I end up on this road
Did I follow the toad or crow?
Neither, was the smarter
So I decided to do it on my own

Selling, compelling, telling
To the rest of the world yelling
I am the greatest, I am trying best
Put me on whatever test

They all loved me at first
The hunger grew with the thirst
Out there and everywhere
I went with no time to spare

Believing my own jargon
I finally was too far gone
My head kept swelling
The louder I was yelling

So here I sit in total solitude
Holding my big giant head
I was expecting gratitude
But in the end, only to my own devices left

Gimme a time machine!

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“Time is not a machine” Gun Roswell

Gimme a time machine!

“I need more time!” She said in an urgent tone
“Please, or else, gimme a time machine!” She pleaded, most desperately

Time is always of the essence
Time is never on our sides
Time is the beast that consumes us
Time is the one who’ll save us

What a contradiction is time
You can hear it moving by each turn of the chime
Oh how I wish I could make it mine
Stop it, for a few moments, to feel fine

Time is not the enemy some say
Time is just about relativity
Time is a friend in need
Time is something you really need

When it’s running out, there is a deep doubt
Will I eve get there and get my fare share
 Always battling against it, when I should be embracing it
But as I lay my head to rest, I wish time to give me it’s best

“I will need to turn back the clock, as I missed so much and still so much to do” she told the time master
“Please grant me at least one use of this machine, and I’ll be the best person ever seen” she promised

“Sorry, little girl.” The master replied, “There is really no consideration to your request.” Adding “Humans cannot fathom the consequences of time travel and I won’t dare you to do so either.”

She looked dumbstruck at the time master. “What a piece of ..” She thought. But knowing when to fold her cards, she left hand bent, kicking some small stones, as along the long and narrow road, she once again started, her battle against, time.

Hope

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“There may be hope for us after all” Gun Roswell

Hope

It feels like pink on a grey day
It embraces, and lets you stay
Secure, for a moment longer
Until, you have grown stronger

Slow day

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“Slow day today” Gun Roswell

Slow day

On a slow day
Better in doors stay
No use over anything to slay
Today, is such a slow day

On a slow day
Wallow in dismay
No one will you blame
Because today, is a slow day

On a slow day
Just for a while longer on the bed lay
So what if the house is in a disarray
Today, is a very slow day

On a slow day
No news, no TV, no plays
Let your brain in zero gravity stay
Because today, on this slow day
Nobody expects nothing from no one else

Life is not perfect

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

Life is not perfect

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

A Snowy Bench to Sit on

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“Try it, it might feel okay, not too cold nor too hot, a respite of sorts” Gun Roswell

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A Snowy Bench to Sit on

I finally found it
A bench made of metal
For me to sit
Soft as a petal
A purr-fect fit

Friday and the Cup of Coffee

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“The day of free, well Friday at least, is upon us and what better way to celebrate than with a nice cup of coffee, right?“ Gun Roswell

Friday and the Cup of Coffee

Friday, is here and so, a giant enormous cup of coffee is poured, simply because, it is the best way, to celebrate, the fact, that the weekend is upon, even if the day itself and the coffee, really do not make any sense, but then again, coffee, goes with everything and nothing, and if I feel like it is the very thing, to be used for some minor celebratory action? Well, then, who will stop me?

So, now that it is all settled, I too, will settle, with my feet up, without too much of a huff or puff, and watch the weekend silently descend upon my very self, of course, enjoying my big cup of the finest organic suspension ever devised and that is all I am going to do, over this weekend of free, and if some of you disagree, feel free, to sue me!

Red Bikes 2

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“Come on, let’s ride!” Gun Roswell

Red Bikes 2

Old and busted
New and shiny
Two choices
With their own voices
Which do you want
To take as your ride
On the road fly
Or at least try
It’s not so easy
With bikes as tiny
But try you may
On the road stay
For a time minimum
Until sore is your bum
Then take a rest
You’ve earned it
With the best

Red Bikes 1

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“Come on, let’s ride!” Gun Roswell

Red Bikes 1

A scooter
Going harder
Well,
As fast as it can
It has a limited span
The motor
Quite minimal
You can count,
The two decimals
But it doesn’t matter
Because the nature
And the colour
Of this tiny ride
Is as bright
You want to holler
Bright red
Painted with care
This ride
You really don’t
Want to share

The smell of sweet Coffee

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“Coffee, by any other name” Gun Roswell

The smell of sweet Coffee

That, sweetest of smells
Myself, totally sells
Oh, let’s no longer dwell
Or at each other hatefully yell

But go get, what’s at the end of, that rainbow, which looks and smells, so adorable

Because, all I know for sure
Is that, the world go for a hurl
My hair would wind into curls
If I don’t get my cup of pure

Gold, dark, sustenance
Made of the finest materials
The smell so sweet and extravagant
It gives me the soul reason for existence

Coffee, by any other name, would smell as sweet