Franbee Poetry (5)

Je regarde impuissant des vidéos de la France.. ma France.. debout... en proie aux flammes.. à genous.. en larmes..
Je regarde impuissant les nouveaux rois élus se vautrer sans honte dans les excès que le pouvoir leurs accordent... et le mépris qu'ils ont de leur peuple...
Je regarde impuissant des femmes, des hommes, des personnes agées voire des enfants devenir les victimes des violences policières alors que ces gens ne réclament que justice, droiture et le rétablissement d'une morale politique depuis longtemps devenue une plaisanterie...
Je regarde impuissant, ici même, la censure gouvernementale faire fi des droits de chacun d'exprimer une opinion qui n'est pas celle de ceux au pouvoir...
Je regarde impuissant la France, pays des droits de l'homme, du code civil, de Hugo, Zola, Jaurès, Rabelais, Montesquieux, Descartes, Voltaire, Diderot et tant d'autres écrivain, philosophe, reporteur d'un temps, d'une époque devenir une dictature au service des lobbies, des grands groupes, des banques et des marchés financiers...
Je regarde impuissant notre devise qui hier encore inspira d'autres nations, maculée de sang aux facades de nos lieux publiques... liberté mon cul... égalité mon cul... fraternité.. la votre peuple de France n'est plus à remettre en question.. mais à quel prix? Celui du sand, de la violence.. et de la honte... la votre Mesdames et Messieurs du gouvernement..
Je regarde impuissant ce gouvernement aux relents facistes et néo-nazis se rire de mes soeurs et mes frères, battus par le système, accablés de dettes.. avec des fins de mois difficiles qui commencent dès le premier de chaque mois...
Je regarde tout ça.. impuissant car trop loin pour vous rejoindre dans ce combat... du fond de cet exile que je me suis choisi... parce que la France, ma France est devenue une moquerie démocratique et une farce économique dont je ne voulais pas.. ou plus précisemment ne pouvais financièrement pas m'offrir...
Je regarde.. tout ça.. impuissant... et des larmes coulent parce que même loin, même trop loin mon coeur appartient à jamais à la France...
Et mon âme à jamais portera ses couleurs.. bleu... blanc... et si rouge aujourd'hui du sang que vous Monsieur Macron, du fond de votre vie de luxe financée par les impots directs, indirects, hausses en tout genre que vous, comme maint de vos prédécésseurs, avez voulu afin de vous offrir une vaisselle de roi pour vous restaurer galamment cependant que votre peuple crève de faim...
Je suis un gilet jaune.. je suis de ceux qui demande, qui exige votre démission.. la votre comme celle de votre gouvernement..
Je suis un gilet jaune.. et je vous emmerde..

As it was, a minute ago, i was looking at the night sky.. Little Diamonds sparkling in the darkness... A fine linen of mist growing up from the ground.. No breeze.. Just peace and quiet.. Few house lights on in the distance.. Few bugs buzzing about.. A bat dancing in the pale halo of a street lamp.. A cat all dressed in black that would make Chanel jealous, jumped on the garage flat roof.. In complete silence and effortless swift bounce! Above us, Orion is glistening.. The milky way appears to the eyes when those take the time to let the universe entered your mind.. It is physical, sensual.. And then deeply moving.. Spiritual.. Suddenly you belong.. You know all.. You are all.. Matter and void.. Space, time, dust, stars.. And then the Big Bang happened.. Ten you opened your eyes only to realise that it's only the dog banging on his metal dish to remind you that it's about bloody time he gets his food! ???? Never mind.. I'll go stargazing another time!

I dream...
I dream of days of love, of compassion and empathy
Days when we'll rise above battles and war, foes and enemies
I dream of days of brotherhood...
I dream of days of plenitude, of wealth to share amongst us all
Days when no one in solitude faces to starve and going cold.
I dream of days of sharing food...
I dream of days of peace, of honesty and kindness
Days when men reminisce of old stories for kids' happiness.
I dream of days of pure bliss...
I dream of days of being wise, of protecting the innocent..
Days when we look up in their eyes to find answers to our torment..
I dream of days where we seek truth...
I dream of days of construction, of a future in our present,
Days when the word education contains fun, laughter and amusement...
I dream of days of new order...
I dream of days of right for all, without gender, colour of skin..
Days when we take care of animals like if they were our next of kin...
I dream of days of protection...
I dream of days of liberty, of speech, of faith, of movement..
Days when borders forever will be, things of the past and atonement...
I dream of days of freedom...
I dream.. join me.. it's free...
And together, maybe, we can make our dream a joyful reality...

I've got my heart over my skin
Exposed.. Ready for the viewing..
Like a tattoo, like an emblem,
Like a statement or an anthem..
I've got my heart over my skin
Offered to the sun and the wind
To the cold, the frost and rain
Up to scratches and the pain...
I've got my heart over my skin
My love, my soul, all my feelings
My every note, the words I sing
Engraved along my rugged skin...
I've got my heart over my skin
For it's too big to stay within
And it's easier to make it sing
When every beat is shivering...
I've got my heart over my skin
Warm, fiery little thing
Pulsing, ticking like a bomb
At all moment, every second...
I wear my heart over my skin
Open, exposed, weak and fragile
But protected by a shield
Made of your smile...

I see poems written on walls
Colours, rainbows, gardens and waterfalls,
I seek the universe in a grain of sand
And only find a pull that keeps me on the ground...
I see children playing, daydreaming,
Building castles, screaming, laughing,
I seek inside my inner child
And wonder why it went off wild...
I see lovers holding hands,
Kissing, hugging, sharing a band,
A tight rope that unites them
In time of hope, of love or shame.
I see myself walking through life
In endless pain, troubles and strife...
But I'm not dead, just off the rail
And as always, fragile and frail
I see my life going nowhere
Without aims or goals, no sense or dare..
I seek again inside of me
A truth, a voice, a friend.. maybe?
But I'm alone amongst strangers
Who have no time for my angers
I see faces, smiling at me
When all I want was them to see
That I'm alive, like all of them
With their routine and their problem
And if I come across like different
It's just a phase, just a moment..
I seek for God, the one above
To light the path from his alcove
But all I see, are bright yellow
Rays of sunshine through my window...
I see poems written on walls..
Please tell me you see them all...
Please tell me I'm not dreaming
I see life form... but it's fading...
Grant me Goddess the noble heart
And touch thy soul that falls apart
I'm not perfect, I'm just weakened
By carrying heavy burdens..
Grant me Goddess to see the day
For all of us to live at bay
From hatred, violence and crimes
I want colours, poems and rimes..
But all I get and all I see
Is market place and covered mall
Shopping centre full of people
Walking about, searching a deal
A cheaper shirt, a mobile phone
A bargain bag, a pair of jeans...
Money will kill all of our dreams...

Franche... 02/2015