Surface temptation

I pull myself away

When i am attracted to the surface

Of event interpretation.

The visible tells a simplified picture

My mind and heart want to believe.

Investigative analysis and questioning

Come from my science core

That deep inside

January drives me to the unheard truth.

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Winter darkness

What tickles my mind

in this dark winter day?

Worries of career, fears of loneliness

This undetermined future of ours

Join forces and seed doubts.

I drop my anchor

In the small achievements in my wallet

And those tiny ideas shining in the dark.

White escape

Add a stroke of pink to your writings
And a curl to your Ts and your Is
When the window is closed
and no escape can be found.
The head down on the white paper
Can imagine a world of fun and flowers
With exercise
Even In a grey cubicle.

Cat

It drives me to the edge and stares
At me and my silky pink pajama
Flowing with no respect.
My thoughts fill the void,
Like flowers the gaps you don’t consider,
And freedom is here.

Todo list

Plan, play smart, identify the tricker
While smoothly you pretty walk to work.
Lists of duties and to-dos
Assemble and diverge dynamically
Through the day
In a mind striving for childish amusement
and solar passions.

Poetry jumps

I evade the white sheets
And the pressing characters
That ask for more writing.
No daydreaming is allowed at work
My hands are enthusiastic
And my heart jumps
When the free minutes combine
And the time for poetry comes.
I run, I sweat, I take off
For the holiday of the day.

The air in me

Untouchable and at limit of believing
I force my breath down
In this difficult theatrical living.
It swirls, it warms, it takes,
It gives
Attention and proportion.

Acceptance

The sun hits your back
While standing in the gray yard
Waiting for the cigarette to end.
Thoughts of acceptance
Of an uncontrollable wild reality
Are unavoidable
And their daily rejection
Free space in the mind
And in the day.

Distant parents

The distance you cannot measure
Keeps you locked and bound to the ground
Like a chain of steel.
Kilometers of memories and nostalgia
Unroll reach moment
Their loving faces emerge
From the corner of thoughts
To avoid
To be able to go on.

Resting

Questioning what is right
And the correctness of a situation
Is no recipe for rest.
No meaningful sleep comes
From thriving on troubled waters
and cloudy days of the mind.

Food hunt

I am starving today
For those warm afternoons running in the fields
And those silent evenings reflecting on a book.
Food for the avid mind
And food for the temperamental belly
Do not overlap
And are complementary.

Mind juice

Squeeze your mind
In the bright day
and observe the drops on the table.
The red line of your everyday
Is condensed and finally clear.
Dried it leaves your successes behind.

Idea queue

The regret for those ideas
Of brilliant impact
Testing on the sofa
Of lack of equipments
And of lack of time
Takes my sleep away.
Today I moved then
From the sofa to the corridor
Ready to go out
And get tested open air.

Paradox daydream

I live the paradox
Of being tired by sitting
And being bored by data plotting.
Refusing the surrounding drama
I enjoy my own thoughts and daydream
With my mind as a private cinema.

Sleepy me

Sleepy me,
Travelling through the rain
And wishing a quiet meaningful future.
Yawning nonstop
As a self cuddle available everywhere,
Even on the train.

Being good being yourself

The spark is back in your head
And the fall of ideas is now unstoppable.
The heat is up
In your body afraid for so long
And reactions are quick
Like instinctual impulses
When the enthusiasm is back.
Your talent cannot be lost
Just shut
But it will always come to the surface
When you feel good being yourself.

Scientist motion

Waking up with a question mark
Killed the rest and dreams of the night
Just passed.
Tortured by the doubts
and excited by the possibility
Your hands find no stillness
And tap and tickle
Until a list of steps in made
And the final is an answer.
Your life is in lists and islands of knowledge
to jump to and through
For a quiet certain conclusion.

Chasing what

Curious like a weasel
I find my sneaky way to experiment
The hidden question
In the back of the mind.
Curiosity keeps science alive
And gives its players the rules
While moving always the goal.
Hiding and chasing
Each day is a step
While the direction forms at the horizon.

Order of the lab

In order yet creative
The lab is the room
of chaos that turns into logic.
It might not be apparent
Or color-matching
Or alphabetical
But its order lies in knowledge
And develops along the evolving ideas
In the mind of the scientist.

Winter perspectives

Crispy air of the winter,
Tickle my cells and frees my ideas
While my hands race my intentions
And type wild on the keyboard.
My neurons giggle
at the thought of closing the chapter
Of harvesting the touch grains
That costed me so much
Yet fueled my enthusiasm.
Thank you winter
For refreshing my views
And my perspective.