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

Rain, no shine

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“Bring me rain, to breathe” Gun Roswell

Rain, no shine

Bring me no shine no more
But lots of rain down on me pour
I need to breathe in the liquid
This sunshine is killing me quickly

I tried so hard to adjust
Because I was told I must
But in the scorching light
I feel my will lost the fight

I was happier in the darker dreary
Feeling everything near me
The shiny bright open wide
I cannot find a place to hide

Shadow almost gone now
Even the winds hotly blow
Only one place left to go
But I cannot reach the under growth

Please hear my plead o’ mighty Thor
Send down some rain and roar
Heal this bleeding sores
Before all that remains is deadly scorned

Above

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“Floating an a cloud” Gun Roswell

Above

Mountains below seem so low
When watching from my ivory tower down
Clouds as curtains I bow

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