Free speech

I heard you say the truth

In that long meeting of no use

What you really thought

And was hiding behind my ear,

And the room was free.

Forced respect vanished

And my search for the way to

Ended.

Friendship blend

Communication if a flux of energy
And a gift
To dispense in drops.
Iridescent and unique they flow
To the valley between us
And merge with yours
On a blend marking unequivocally
the friendship.

Meeting survival

Just let it happen and distance yourself
By flying to the coming singer
And exploring for the perfect Christmas present
Whole they all waste words.
Nod and consider
W what is really important to you
And take notes
To plan your short but dense free time
And your next knitting project.

Language journey

Proud and waiting for its start,
I take my credit card and promise
To embark on this new journey.
A group of strangers
Are brought together by language
coming from far
but already coming closer.

Meeting drama

Communication is a word understood
Buy all but always in a personal way.
I thrive for communicating smartly
And you lose yourself in intro and acknowledgments,
Slowly building distance and disrespect.
The air gets dense
and the faces tense in masked attention.

Too cool

I am only bothered by your question marks
And your artificial doubts
That pose ridiculous installed on my way.
My voice is calm, my reason clear,
You will hear them
Until my coffee gets cold.

Word stream

Protracted and diluted
Worth no valid reason,
Your words are losing their power
And you my respect.
Aggressive words
Hide a void intention
I will not favour.

Anger for you

A fire, sudden like fever,
Is lit in response
To your little respect
And gratuitous lessons.
I know my business,
I know arrogant people,
I am learning self respect,
I know a No hidden behind a stream of words.

Idea competition

I hear your loud words,
I see your rigorous slides,
Your expensive material is in front of me
All day
I feel scientifically invaded.
Your childish opinion is everywhere
Taking over the space and the mind
Yet my idea is better.
Small in its corner,
It ripens to perfection
And its time to bloom is behind the corner.

Goosebumps

I will not reveal my strategy
Or show on the face my real desire
As your greedy need for success
Will step on me.
I see through your manners
and your calm voice
I the goose bumps take me back
To what is important
Outside this office
In a rare sunny day.

Survive the meeting

The setting is not yours
And the menu has no desert
In this meeting badly organized.
Time passes while you plan your escape
And laugh inside to the crazy adventures
At the limits of the universe our on familiar sunny beaches
you could be living
Instead of answering tasteless questions and listening distractedly.

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