Joy Friday

Wine is in my hands
On a Friday with rain
And my heart jumps of joy.
Love and company,
Foods and future,
Plans and relaxation,
Joy is when the opposites meet.

Role expectation

I split the cake personally
And the authority surprises
Theft old minded seniors.
I take charger and put my stamp
On situations of clichés and prejudice.

Desk mirror

Even this tiny mirror
Can entrap my pride
When choosing what to do
And, this way, be.
Like milestones on the long road,
It will return me the truth
Regularly and unasked.

Overdressed work

I march unnaturally
And the strength is artificial
When fighting is not a choice
but the only solution.
I March stiff and serious
For what will come through the door
And not only my body will be overdressed,
Yet judged.

Horizon hold

Now you can see me
And include me in your plans
Of succulent dinners and unreachable offices.
I will embrace your plan,
Obscure and personal,
Until we stand on a higher rock
And I will see what the horizon holds.

Boss support

I live differently,
Comfortable and unique
In my spacious 1% of opinions,
Future wishes, and behaviour.
No stream against, just a beautiful panorama
I contemplate sitting
With you, boss.

Water within

I sip slowlsy this day
made of too much talking
and too little fresh air.
I let no minute pass under my eyes
while the night rises
with its promise of companion and delight.

Energy crisis

I have no idea of what power
Is pulling the sun up today,
Across a deserted sky of summer loneliness.
I can estimate that strength
And find carefully inside myself
To push myself through the chores
Of the office, of the hobbies, of the marriage.

Office distribution

The static office
Leaves little room to the spacious personalities
of its inhabitants.
Little ants with black backs
Collect and reposition
Inert Objects within a superior map.
Protected by their hard exterior,
Their inner stay sky might remain untold
But always at reach.

Joy priorities

Renaissance of the heart and the spirit
Happens suddenly
And twists this monochrome day
Of typing and visualizing.
Colleagues and their enthusiasm
anchor me to the ground
And to the needs of reality
While a coffee restore the peace
and priorities for joy.

Office shadow

Nature returns
Apparent and joyful to my eyes.
Sitting at the desk,
I can imagine its energy
And feel my skin vibrating.
I long for the sun
That neglects this office
To embrace those working 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.

Honesty coffee

And the crowd pretended not to know
The real reason behind the happenings.
Silent faces and thin smiles
Surround those who play dirty
And those who portray a reality
in sharp colours
Removing the tones that give joy
and meaning.
The expected reaction is easy to give
yet painful to live
as a sweetener in the coffee
It fools you for only a little while
While it makes you thrive for honesty.

Portray forever

Fluffy and curly behind the screen
My hair reveal my presence.
What characterizes each of us
Is out of our control
As the feelings we instill in our friends.
Awe, respect, for empathy
Are born in a millisecond
But linger and build the portray we remember
Of those who influence us.

Watering ideas

Sit next to me
While I drink this tea
To refresh my acceptance of the world
And water my ideas.
A blooming on a cloudy day can be expected
As an impossible flower on the shortest day of winter
When ideas are dear and always cuddled.

Screen kidnap

Captivated and nullified
By the big screen in my face
I forget the value of each minute
And tho appreciate the specialty of my companions.
Actively remind yourself
Your Uniqueness for the setting,
The actions and the peers
Drawing the landscape
While you sit and stare
Our run and connect.

Office circle

Soundtrack of the office
Are charts and silence
Until the brewing is initiated.
No comments are needed
to gather the people around
The Little kettle on the corner table.
Staring and leaning
We form a circle around the boiling water
And our faces glow in the moment of peace.

Creative management

This is my life, welcome,
In the jungle of numbers and proteins
In the constant chaos
I am fighting against with my soft pinky fingers.
A messy desk in front
And an organized library behind
Symbolize the opposites I am living in
Squeezed between vivid creativity and brainless management.

Dam

That current through the body
The sweat in palms
Announces me a change.
The dam opens when you don’t expect it
And manning the wave is difficult
But as it comes
It passes
Building a new scenario.

Pushing

Always looking forward and nothing is enough
is the trap that takes the flavour away
from your pizza and the chat with your colleague.
A slow typing day, a smooth never-ending coffee,
and a thorough look out the window
gives the time to breath
and find a new horizon.