Ordinary morning

Just an ordinary morning
When these words came to me
Please take your pen, express your feelings
This text is begging to be freed

Foggy day, quiet town
Playing music on my phone
My notebook saying “we’re fine”

Leaning on my window, my eyes on the street
Wishing that tomorrow, life is gonna be sweet
Not that it is not, but just that it might be
Much better, yes I hope, yet that is mystery

Choices

Who ought to be involved

Who should you let influence you

Who would give their opinions

Who the heck are to warn you

There are those who claim to be an expert

Then, are convinced that they know how to

They don’t even give you a chance

To experiment it as you go through

Who ought to be involved

Who should you let influence you

Who would give their opinions

Who the heck are to warn you

There are those that you respect

But just don’t have the same point of view

Regarding what is actually the best,

Everything is up to you

Now that you’re here

Now that you’re here,
Monday mornings are getting sweeter
Winter days are getting even warmer
Waking up is so much easier
My feelings are getting even stronger

Now that you’re here,
Sunset is getting even more beautiful
As I know it’s setting here to rise where you are
Texts are becoming so delightful
For I feel they come from your loving heart

Now that you’re here,
I have the impression that everything is different
Kind of every single minute is a precious moment
As if nothing else could be more important
Than what we share every single second

Now that you’re here,
I think that the feeling of emptiness has gone,
I forgot that bad sensation of loneliness I’ve know
I got so used to celibacy, that I came to enjoy freedom
But now that you’re “with me”, please don’t leave me alone ..

Now that you’re here,
It’s hard to help from falling
For you give me so good loving
Now my “You” goes before “I”,
Let me use “WE” till I die.

HEARTist

He makes me chill with just a song
He makes me cheer all day long
So easy for him to speak through lyrics
So easy for me to enjoy his playlist

When he takes time answering
I guess another melting text is coming
He’s such of a man, my sweet bastard
That’s probably why he owns my heart.

He doesn’t need to be boastful
He doesn’t need to pretend
He just has to be himself
He just has to use his hands

Whatever he’s doing, he does it with passion
Wherever he’s living, I’d have to cross oceans
He’s the one whose face I’ve never met
But the ONE for whom I’d ever wait

For we’re dating with our hearts
We’re expressing through our arts
We’ve got so much in common, I’m fixed
Never will I intend to leave this HEARTist.

It took me time

It took me time to realize
That you were made for me
For I was blind, I closed my eyes
I just didn’t want to see

This translated slam opened them
And this is when I saw your name
I started to track back and wondering
How much you could be so amazing

The words you write are usual
The messages you convey are not that new
But their meanings get so damn special
Just coz they’re signed by you

The way you are is finally so real
Laid back, easy going, no big deal
I found in you what I call “b.e.z.a.o”
With you is where I belong from “now”

It took me time to figure out
That you must have been sent from heaven
And love is just what it’s all about
To all our dreams and prayers I say “Amen”

Dream a little dream of me

one of my very favorite songs …

Stars shining bright above you, night breezes seem to whisper, “I love you”. Birds singing in the sycamore tree, “Dream a little dream of me”. Say “nighty-night” and kiss me. Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll missme. While I’m alone and blue as can be, dream a little dream of me. Stars fading, but I linger on, dear. Still craving your kiss, I’m longing to linger till dawn, dear. Just saying this:

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you. Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you. But in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me.

Stars fading, but I linger on, dear. Still craving your kiss, I’m longing to linger till dawn, dear. Just saying this: Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you. Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you. But in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me.

If I were the boss

If i were the boss,
Even just for a day,
I’d give free internet access
My employées wouldn’t be stressed
I wouldn’t make them feel like in jail

If I were the boss,
Even just for a week,
I’d organise an after work
With food, drink and a nice talk
We’d all have fun together on Friday

If I were the boss,
Even just for a month,
I’d decrease the pressure and be cool
I’d let them set their own rules
As long as they work well, then get paid

If I were the boss,
Even just for a year,
I’d organize some outtings thrice
And grant some snack twice (a day)
Then we’d go all together on holidays

But I’m not the boss,
So I can’t be a pain in one’s ass
I just can show them I can bear
I can do it, but I swear
Someday I’ll be a better boss …

friendship … (-)

This won’t surely be the first or the last
Poem or text written about friendship
Lots of quotes have been drawn from the past
But really, are they worth it …

Tell me how many friendships you have destroyed
How many friends you have lost, who you have deceived
Tell me how many secrets you have revealed
How much those friends cost and whose lies you have believed

And what about those promises, were they all kept?
Those “friends forever”, are you sure neither of you left?
Would you rely on those “I’ll be there”, would you?
But for sure you’d forgive them all, wouldn’tyou.

T.G.I.F

And I’m hère in front of my screen writing (this text)
Stuck on my cosy chair sitting (behind my desk)
Staying in the office just pretending (to work)
Staring at this bloody clock longing (to leave)
Listening to great music while waiting
Talking to workmates and snacking

Waiting for time to be up
Dying to pack my office stuff
Thinking that i won’t work tomorrow
I’ve been wating for that five days ago
Relaxing, I look through the window and say
Thank god it’s Friday

Maybe that’s why we love Friday
And end to a long working week
We never thank god for Monday
Just coz we’re not weekaholic
And we’re making plans for tonight
And just expecting things to be alright ☺

Dear Country of Mine

For 50 years now, you’ve been singing “Liberty”
Granted “Freedom and independence” for half a century
I’ve lived half of your “again-for-the-chorus” history
And it just sounds so fake and out of tune to me

Millions are raising their voice as a choir
A kind of S.O.S to the world all together
Mic-less people always have a lot to say
But against ready-to-shoot guns, they pray

Powerful countries are fighting for you
Then, it’s obvious that you’re IMPORTANT
Hence, -leaders- want to get their part too
By tagging every piece of you “for rent”

“Few” heads are dealing when billions are dying
Dreaming for better days, struggling in many ways
Protecting the beloved island from profiteers
Trying to draw an everlasting smile from tears

Dear country of mine, “Independent” … Are we? … Are You?
We still wear this three-colored tie squeezing us dry
What are golden puppet strings meant to do?
Surely not for wooden dolls to be freed then fly…!