Of Cliques and Sandboxes (Social Media Bullshit)

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“It’s just social media, not real life after all!” Gun Roswell

The social media
With it’s exclusive cliques
Reminder of a passed era
Playing in a sandbox
When one was six

Call it fandom
Call it friendship
The last ship
You ever expected
To be on

Hook, line and sinker
They reeled you in
Ready to give up your thinker
For world of cyber within

Playing by the rules
Set only by a few
If you won’t comply
Then out you will fly

Highly addicted
Utterly conflicted
Still trying hard
To get disconnected

No one seen
In the darkened room
The only light
From the screen
Sitting quietly
Wondering
If there is
Life beyond
The cyber dome

Floating (Haiku)

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“On the water, I am floating, until I sink?” Gun Roswell

On the water floating slowly
Bubbly, a little of salt for taste
Drink it if you’re thirsty

Scream and Shout, for Coffee

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“Not without my coffee, ever!!” Gun Roswell

Drag me by my feet
You cannot let me go without my treat
I can’t even make a tweet
If you won’t give me what I seek

I will scream at out of my fullest lungs
Tease me, and I will stick out my tongue
Shout so hard until there is no doubt
I want, need, have to have my coffee

I will not leave
I will not heave
I will not achieve
I will not be

Without my coffee I am nothing
I cannot function or do anything
I am devastated if I don’t drink
Without that wonderful liquid, I cannot think

Not without my coffee
Never without my coffee
See the pattern forming?
Consider this a warning!

Now, gimme my coffee!

Blue

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“Nature reflecting my state of mind, just please, be kind!” Gun Roswell

Blue, the colour of nature
Frozen in a moment, the eternal torment
What’s happening in my mind

I am a trilingual illiterate

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“Me no speak no langvits to know!” Gun Roswell

I am a trilingual illiterate, and, I cannot read, write or speak in any language
Tongue tied and words a mumbling, head shaking and whole body trembling
I cannot make myself understood
Not at home or in the neighbourhood

Writing is hard making so many mistakes, even my proofreader send me complaints
Articulating can be a hassle, words pouring out on a total mess
I learnt so many languages in the past
Speaking and reading them quite fast

Is it just me, suffering from a speaking fear
Or do my words get twisted in other people’s ears
I suspect is none or the other
But I try not to let any of that bother

I may be an illiterate
I may even be trilingual
But as a matter of fact
I read, speak and write, no matter what
Hanging here out of total and utter spite!

Tall houses

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“Living on the hill” Gun Roswell

Living on the highest floor
Of the building on the hill side
Looking over all, never falling

Shade (Haiku)

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“Midday sun high up in the sky above us” Gun Roswell

Sun burning with full force
Searching for cooling shade, without any delay
Lucky me, nearby restaurant located

You say potato I say tomato

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“Listen to what I say, or don’t, is all good!” Gun Roswell

If you listened to me carefully, and really heard what I said
Then the tomato would not have turned into a potato in your head
So, I said pick to some apples and a few oranges, from the top branches
And you heard that part and then to make it to squash,
Even though I told you, to make a nice fruit salad, not down the drain wash

My every word twisted, wrong quotes listed
Sometimes I wonder, what language am I speaking, if any at all
Maybe it would be better, to not utter any words at all
My dilemma now going viral, my sayings world wide spiral

I was under the impression my brain mouth coordination was on the level
Instead every thing out of my mouth causing dishevel
Should I sing and do a dance number instead
Would everyone just be merry and clap and not chew my head

For now, I just keep on saying tomato
If you think it’s just my bravado
The I will let you that just think and hear 
I, will say my thing and not hide in fear

Bad thing happen to those who wait

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“No good deed ever goes unpunished” 

If you think about it hard enough
Continue pacing, with a huff and puff
How life sucks and your left on the docks
The negatives will be knocking on all doors

Keep feeling those ugly feelings
And soon you’ll have the dealings
Of bad things coming your way
Played a card wrong, and most likely to stay

Good things happen to those who wait
Bad things happen when you hesitate
Carrying around all the baggage
World and all, in a large piece of luggage

If you want advice
Then this is not the place
I suggest, taking a short walk
To the end of a very long pier

Put all the hate, anger and fear
On top of the box you carried so long
Tie a rope around it all
Push the box into the water really strong 

Into there yourself, don’t fall
Now walk back, don’t look back
See how light it is on your back
Step is lighter too and outlook better

Now why the hell did you let it all so long fester?
This is a question for you and me
For you see
That person, is really me

I am so evil it kills me, or so they say

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“I’m not evil, I was just photographed this way,  on this display ” Gun Roswell

I cannot fit any type, how ever you want to describe
I am not so good, but not too bad either, I just give out that vibe
There is no stereotype big enough
To catch and box my ego, yeah, it’s that tough

Being oneself should be the goal
Not being afraid of making a foul
Labelling someone evil, just because the have a little diva
Inside of them which shows, and with a bow all to them give ‘ya

Evil or not, I will not stop
Being myself, the ultimate pop
If you want to keep up the plot
Then let me be the star on top

Prick me and I will bleed, for my blood is red indeed
Throw your sticks and stones, they may indeed break my bones 
But with a bandaid and crutches 
I will soon again rise above your clutches