“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

“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

“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

“Come under my umbrella” Gun Roswell Umbrella Under the umbrella of mine Life is good and feeling is fine There is nothing so divine When beside you to be lying Under the umbrella of mine Feeling safe and sound From the world around Nothing sad to be found Under the umbrella of mine We are living a life sublime We have nothing but time And faces filled with smiles Under the umbrella of mine Future is still uncertain But together we are determine Never to each other be hurting

“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

“Floating an a cloud” Gun Roswell Above Mountains below seem so low When watching from my ivory tower down Clouds as curtains I bow

“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…

“And now, time for something completely different” Gun Roswell Something different Getting away, from my solitary comfort zone Feeling the tingling sensation, in each and every bone I wish I had eaten, that damned scone Because no I am hungrier, than a queen on her thrown Something different for today…

“Am I really a writer? Or simply a pretender?” Gun Roswell Writing is, hard? When life sucks But onward you must Writing, your only outlet This is as good, as it gets Trying to type, not hesitate But only staring, at a blank slate Why oh why, did I start so late Why…