181.

Sometimes it's innovative,
Sometimes it's just another one,
Sometimes it's 'cause I have to,
Sometimes it's actually for fun,
Sometimes it's like this,
Sometimes it's like that,
What matters is the promise kept
And not letting go of the plan.
Sometimes it only takes 5 minutes,
Sometimes even an hour and a half,
Sometimes it's about happiness,
Sometimes it's about crap,
Sometimes it makes people laugh,
Sometimes they cry, but not 'cause it makes them sad,
Sometimes it sucks my energy,
Sometimes it helps me a lot,
Sometimes the result is awesome,
But today's not the case for that.

180.

Lots and lots of greenery,
Next to the lake, cute little lights as ceiling,
Out with the family,
Makes for a perfect Saturday chilling.
Live session of music,
Sounds that make me proud,
No ID, better than the false illusion,
It could be you or it could be me,
But at the end of the day, we might all be nobody,
What matters is to live by what makes us happy.

179.

When those demons come to hang out again
And make me want the shadow,
You stay with them, go for a walk,
You talk, you make them laugh,
You have your way to clean them,
You keep them there,
And understand their silent shouts,
You sew with Sunrays their creepy mouths,
You comb they serpent hairs
And change their clothes
And after send them back
Quiet, refrained, invisible.
Just thank you for that,
'Cause I'm just tired and what not.

178.

I wish I were in just one way,
But I'm a thousand ways.
A thousand and more thoughts run through my head each day,
And even more feelings, but I guess it's okay.
There's so many blood cells sometimes boiling for adventures,
If only I'd have the guts to start all those ventures,
But life needs some pillars and they sometimes get you,
Sure it's all in your power, but now is it really?
I wish I weren't dependant,
But I'm dependant in a thousand ways,
I wish I were courageous,
But very few are today,
All the rest of us pretend behind words
When our tongues are burning with the truth.
Our bodies and organs are all made of scars,
We're born to be average and to cheer the stars,
None of us is special, we're mostly the same,
We all know how to play, but none know the game.

177.

Creative is not only fancy words,
Or never-before-imagined thoughts,
Not even thinking outside the box
It's also those simple things,
Capturing their essence,
Or taking complicated things,
Or technical or jargon language
And turning it into something simple,
Appealing and attractive.
Creative is being tired,
But creative is dragging yourself outside your bounderies,
That's what it is!

176.

Make the sign of the cross
Before crossing the street,
Before going to work,
Before you get up on the plane,
Before that exam
And before that decision,
Make the sign of the cross
And all will be well.

Make the sign of the cross
When you pass past a church,
When you hear someone curse,
When you get on the train,
When you go to sleep
And before television,
Make the sign of the cross
To avoid the worst.

Make the sign of the cross
If someone's in pain,
If you've got some desease,
If someone needs your help,
If you get in that building
And they take you in the operation room;
The doctor makes the sign of the cross,
So now how do you feel?

175.

Time can stand still,
I witnessed it, I swear,
With the right people,
It's like you're child again.
Sure, the conversation
Has clearly changed,
But it's nicer to see growth
With friends that never left.
You know your starting point
Is just the same with theirs,
So what you can't talk often?
'Cause when you meet it's still
Like you talked yesterday
And you all understand
That life might come between you,
But then you've known yourselves
For over 2 full decades...
And then you know for sure
That you will play charades
When you will be too old
To remember each other's names.

174.

I like people and stories and happenings that make me wonder,
I easily lose focus, so give me new horizons
Or let me slide on my imagination's chute,
But don't trespass, especially if you wear a suit!
Don't look at me in any way, 'cause I'm probably looking away,
Unless you also see with your heart there's no slot for you in my day,
You can shout or threat or try to thread
Through the slippery dots of my oblivion,
But there's no way that you can learn my idiom...
Look, I like change, but not the same in different scenery,
Feelings alligned to actions might seem like sorcery,
But they're not and only those pure at heart
Can understand how to start the restart.
So go now, there's no time to waste time,
You're just a pattern, and not the good kind,
So now, if you don't mind, take your mojo and your thunder,
'Cause none of it will ever make me wonder.

173.

When is the line to reality crossed,
How far away from home to make you feel lost?
How many disappointments to finally lose your trust?
How invisible to feel, to start feeling like a ghost?
You have a soul, not just a body for a host,
You'll always spend time with yourself the most...
You know it's not all about those things that you post,
But when it is, hiding who you are always comes at a cost,
So when the case comes, make sure that you'll be ready,
'Cause losing your heart will hurt more then it does already.

And when that day comes, you'll probably have turned to drugs
And you'll wonder every day: was the line to reality crossed?

172.

This city stinks,
And I'm not talking metaphors,
Lately, have you been outdoors?
It's summer
And the weather's been rainy,
Both John and Janey
Wanted a romantic walk,
But the streets reek,
It makes Janey feel like a freak
For wearing perfume.
But it's not just that,
The air in the city is gross,
When you think it can't get any worse,
The heat makes the stench grow.
And don't get me wrong, 'cause it's not just the people,
But also the pavement, even the flowers and streets,
It's all made of polution,
Not sure what's the solution,
'Cause we're way too many
And living clean's obsolete...

171.

Some people make all the fright go away,
Some people make all the fatigue go away,
Some people make all the bad thoughts go away,
Some people make all the bad memories go away,
Some people make all the pain go away
And some people make you go away...

170.

And boy, am I sometimes so sorry
I'm not daddy's girl anymore,
But so often I do wish I were.
And boy, am I sometimes disappointed
I'm not mommy's princess anymore,
I would have been a great adult one, for sure!
I'm sorry that I sometimes get so lonely
And instead of choosing to share,
I just hide inside myself more and more.
I'm sorry, I know I'm sometimes real high-maintenance,
Not materialistically, but always spiritually,
I believe that hugs and cuddles were invented for me, technically.

I'm sorry I'm not sorry more often,
Because being sorry always brings change,
So why don't you also try it more, for a change?

169.

Click clock,
Piece of iron,
And plastic and glass
And whatever else,
You count on it
And your life's in its hands.
Click clock,
What's the time?
It saves you more
Than some of its brothers,
But trust it not,
'Cause care it doesn't have.
Click clock,
Steel on stell,
You're not behind the wheel,
You don't get to decide,
You don't get to hide,
Once you're in, there's just hope.

168.

Make everything fun,
Even the most serious things,
Nobody's threatening you with a gun,
And nobody's really a king.
We're all dealing with just people,
So why do you feel intimidated?
There's not just turtles or eagles,
But there's people that are and are not calculated.
And after all what would you be afraid of?
What's the worst that can happen?
And if the worst is the worst,
Laugh at it and move on.

167.

Missing those green trees
And the clear skies,
Not missing those questions as to "why?"
Everything makes sense when you say "goodbye".
The present is always faded,
Gets contour when it becomes past,
Hold on to the good things
Life goes by so fast.
Hold your lover's hand, kiss their smile,
You know that's what makes you happy,
Perfect moments only last for a while,
But forever in your memory.
What fixes you is not needing to count those hours,
It's all easy, it's your battery,
You are not a superhero, but you have powers,
All you need is an accurate "you and me".

166.

Living in the 3rd world will mostly be tough,
Sometimes you won't even know it,
'Cause you'd be busy with issues that are crap
For the 1st world societies.
Clean water and food, good medical system,
Money to travel and have a really nice house,
These will for some be pure luxury, abnormal rhythm,
They will struggle a lifetime, eventually for nothing.
Some will get old and will focus on their hobbies,
While some will still work, 'cause there's never time for pleasures,
Some will still own their bodies, even after their 80s,
While some's bodies will just be traps for their souls and it will drive them crazy...

165.

Happy birthday to you, Mom,
You brought me the Moon and Sun,
You brought me the Right and Wrong,
Taught me to know how to choose,
Taught me as much as you could,
You brought me into this world,
Sometimes it's cosy, sometimes it's cold,
But you gave your best to arm me right,
Prepared me for peace and prepared me for fight.
Happy birthday to you, Mom,
May your days just be so bright,
As you made all my childhood be,
I'm happy you're Mom, you are the best to me!

164.

So why would you take over the world?
That's something just complicated,
You weren't made with complexes for no reason,
You did not build that low self-esteem for nothing,
So now why fight it?
Fast-food is a lot easier,
Slow in setting goals is much more comfortable,
Going day by day without a clear direction,
'Cause the known way is the easiest way,
There's a certain charm in being the prey!

163.

We actually did start the fire
And we just watched it burn
Until it burned no more.
We did not keep the flame alive,
We watched it slowly die,
We'd get intoxicated by the social smoke,
The things we thought it would provoke
And how it went up to the sky.
How silly not to understand the spark
Would only come and go
And after that it'd only be on us
To keep it more to grow.
But how can you ever give it fuel
When all you do is the same,
Night by night, day by day,
Too serious to be a game?

162.

Stop playing games that you can't play,
Once and for all, learn those don't end okay,
Stop saying things that you don't really mean,
You're old enough to not be highschool mean.
Stop making faces, don't you hide behind that mask,
I know your shit by now, why do you even ask?
See, but you don't know mine, 'cause that wasn't really a question,
Yeah, I'm starting to look away, it's not just an impression.
Stop acting like your muse is still right in this place,
It's now a daily struggle and it's obvious this is a forced pace.
Stop trying to act all naturally,
Everyone knows by now how dead is poetry.

161.

Sometimes a voice is all it takes,
To go to places maybe you've been before,
You clearly already know how this ends,
But you'll always accept a trip to the core.
Sometimes the voice comes from within,
Sometimes is just someone else's,
The sound of all that could have been,
Before you got lost in daily races.
Sometimes you're deaf to that true voice,
Or you'll pretend you are,
'Cause you don't want it to turn into noise
And last thing you need is another scar.
But that voice will make your heart pound,
It'll make you feel alive,
The perfect song, without a sound,
That builds the world meant to collide.

Sometimes a voice is all it takes,
To bring back hope again,
But there's a music you'll need to face:
It's not your first time in this train...

160.

Summer garden hours,
Not too hot, but still not comfortable,
Sounds of vacation lurking in the air,
Clothes of travel you would wear.

One fruity cold lemonade,
Time not care, no bother to wait,
Body's here, but mind's so away,
All you want all day long is to play.

One purple sunset is what you see,
Somewhere in a vineyard, possibly,
Heart-shaped sunglasses as filter for the world,
Too bad daydreaming needs to end, is what you're told.

159.

Time-out,
Needed, without any doubt,
No sound,
Wish no one to be around.
Reset,
Let the bad out when upset,
Still not ok yet,
Work on it before it's life-threat.
Don't talk, just listen,
Unless you actually find a reason,
It might be soul-treason,
Winter is your favourite season!

158.

(Part 2)

In the land of What-Will-Be-Will-Be,
Hope kept growing, silently,
It would love to play and color days,
Ride the trains of thought to Positivity -
That was a City,
Quite far away
On an island
That started to drift,
Getting closer to What-Will-Be-Will-Be,
Once it heard of Hope's day of birth.
Even the Sun would lay down its rays
Making way for Hope to climb them,
But Hope was smart and cautious, you see,
She knew she'd get burned, should she climb carelessly.

(To be continued...)

157.

We got you when you were but a cutie pup,
You came to try to fill a void that could not be filled,
However, you did more than an awesome job,
Our spirits and morals you managed to lift.
I'm sure that you don't know and no one knew,
You were my childhood dream come true!

Now you're all grown, but to me you are still a baby,
You're the man of the house, unless it comes to rain,
You would protect your girls, there is no "maybe",
Because they understood your place's not in a chain.

You are the cutest being, always so truly happy,
Even if I come visit only once in a while,
Life came between us, my sweet boy, so sadly,
But your pure heart can only make me smile.
We might have not properly taken care of you,
But love is something I know you'll never lack,
You are so awesome, overcame everything you went through,
We'd choose you every time, would we ever have the power to go back!

156.

We'd do anything for momentary comfort,
We'd do nothing to self-confront
All the things we want to change in us,
There's always excuses, too little fuss,
We run into vices when we're running from us,
We turn into rebels without any cause.
Isn't it funny how we find strength for trivialities?
Self-control gets lost as part of the casualties,
Do you ever ask yourself where we are heading
When the most important thing is always...a thing?
Do you ever ask yourself if your past self is proud,
If it'd approve of you being just another consumer in the crowd?
Do you ever ask yourself just anything, time with yourself,
Or did you already lose your soul on some shelf?

155.

I wonder what's in that little mind of yours?
Do you feel love the way I do?
Do you have logic? 'Cause I think you do,
I think you're way smarter than you pretend to be.
I think you think I don't get it, but, you see:
I do.
Do you feel things the way I do?
Do you have memories of before me?
Who else's life did you make happy?
I don't know why it happened, but it was destiny
That we crossed paths and we had chemistry
I surely know that it was meant to be.
I truly love to take care of you
And you reward me in ways that no one would,
You have your way to love unconditionally
And you always feel my energy,
You turn the bad into positivity.
I like that you're so true when it comes to people,
You give what you receive, there's no in between,
More of them should probably learn from you,
But what do they know, they have a different view.
My view is you're more generous and human than most,
For the day I found you I'd like to raise a toast,
That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship,
To me you're an equal and you're very special!

154.

Where does love go
When it goes to die?
Does it go from the heart
Up to the brain
And is that when it turns into pain?
Where does love go
When the heart still longs for it?
Was it the soul or the mind that decided to quit,
Because love can be wicked, but it has no wit,
It loses all because it wants all of it!

I've wondered so, so many times,
What were the actual lessons behind?
It always becomes clear after a while,
That there are no judges in this trial.
I've left loves behind and so have you,
Always heading for something new,
But something new always turned into old,
Because the old mistakes would cover the new love like a mold
And then slowly, but surely,
You'd find yourself wanting to know:
Where does love go
When it goes to die?
Where does love go
And why?

153.

Grew up in a house with a garden
And life was so nice, no concrete jungle,
My grandparents would grow vegetables and fruits,
Eating was healthier, we'd have handy all the goods.
The air seemed much fresher, the premises much safer,
There was mostly peace and joy in the family newspaper;
My brother and I would just play all day long,
Sleep at noon and then have fun like in a cheesy song,
Life was good, no worries came along.
Grandma and grandpa were the most patient in the world,
They'd spoil us as much as they could,
If I were them, I don't know if I would
Be able to love so much two stupid kids
Who would hide a whole day in the vineyard, just for the fun of it,
Who would bathe in a barrel filled with frogs and bugs
And they would still cover us in kisses and hugs.
My childhood was awesome, pretty quiet and fun,
The only regret about it was that it was done,
Sometimes I wish I would go back, at least for a moment,
But, unfortunately, that suffered too much postponement.

152.

I lost my backpack today,
But I know it's gonna be okay,
'Cause mommy still loves me.
I was in the mood for icecream again,
Even though it was cold and rain,
And daddy bought me.
I didn't do my homework yet,
I preferred to stay out and sweat,
But my parents forgave me.
I wanted to conquer the world
"You can do anything", I was told
And my parents support me.
I was a child, so happy and innocent,
And today would have been my day,
But I woke up once and they said I'm an adult.
However, I got my dear parents with me
And in their eyes a child I still am,
So today's also about them!

Let's celebrate Children's Day
By also cherishing the parents that made it all always okay