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Array ( [sid] => 33711 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Happiness... Maybe [time] => 2004-02-03 19:14:34 [hometext] => This Christmas Eve, I was englightened. Everything hit me. WARNING: Bilingual poem (new style mixing English with French rhymes) [bodytext] => This Christmas Eve, i pulled up my sleeves for something that I received
Never could conceive being here, Santa came n didn’t bring what I achieved
C’est vrai ke jparle de moi, mais c’est la première fois ce mois, cette année
J’ai arrêté de penser, commencé a ressentir, après une longue série d’évènements
De constats sociaux, de gros changements de mentalité, sentimentalité
My family’s downstairs, god is upstairs, and I’m in a chair saying this prayer
Thank you for what happened, I’m actually happy for being this aware
Ce que j’ai toujours voulu a toujours été à l’intérieur, pas dans ce qui m’entoure
Ce que j’ai toujours voulu, j’ai toujours eu peur de pas pouvoir en faire le tour
Mais j’ai trouvé le bonheur, true happiness, I know where it resides, it’s inside
I’m aware of my surroundings, what’s happening, I have pride for who I’m tied to
Who I cry to, who I want to die with. Family, that’s what it’s about, nothing’s above
Being happy is not an image, and family doesn’t always rhyme with love
Le respect, l’amour de ses proches, c pas juste des mots pour bien paraître
It’s like traffic signs no one pays attention to, when that’s what you should be doing
the highway of life's destination ain’t St-Jerome, good is what we’re pursuing
and happiness. I can’t begin to describe where it comes from. On peut dire, c’est comme
La famille, les amis, l’amour, c’est les briques de ma maison, c’est pas ce qui me forme
What I’m made of is of myself, it has no name, it has no game, and I am not being numb
When I wanna be more like me, riding down the road with no map, fill in the gaps
In my house, my life. Je suis un tronc, j’ai besoin de rien pour tenir debout
Mais chaque branche, chaque racine, j’en suis reconnaissant comme tout
Every friendship adds more leaves, every hardship is a whole fall, the season
Not the verb, like words, they’re important to develop character and reason
Without words you cease to exist in a mist, so make a fist and hit, hit your hardest
With a syllable make sentences harvest, make sounds flow, spit like you’re possessed
C’est pour ça qu’il faut pas être muet, ni sourd, faut entendre les actions de tous
Danse entre deux arguments, deux moments où le vent se sème, la colère pousse
But don’t dance too fast cause the music won’t last, you’ve heard it all before
Just let time pass, always go to class, and don’t forget to open the door
Une porte fermée donne un esprit clos, un cerveau borné rend un homme sot
Alors donne-toi un but, ais de l’ambition, pour être heureux c’est encore une façon
Because confidence can give a cursed person wings, so don’t be shy when saying hello
Because you won’t know, when happiness knocks on your door, ull be sleighing on snow [comments] => 0 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Xenodata [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
Happiness... Maybe

Contributed by Xenodata on Tuesday, 3rd February 2004 @ 07:14:34 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



This Christmas Eve, i pulled up my sleeves for something that I received
Never could conceive being here, Santa came n didn’t bring what I achieved
C’est vrai ke jparle de moi, mais c’est la première fois ce mois, cette année
J’ai arrêté de penser, commencé a ressentir, après une longue série d’évènements
De constats sociaux, de gros changements de mentalité, sentimentalité
My family’s downstairs, god is upstairs, and I’m in a chair saying this prayer
Thank you for what happened, I’m actually happy for being this aware
Ce que j’ai toujours voulu a toujours été à l’intérieur, pas dans ce qui m’entoure
Ce que j’ai toujours voulu, j’ai toujours eu peur de pas pouvoir en faire le tour
Mais j’ai trouvé le bonheur, true happiness, I know where it resides, it’s inside
I’m aware of my surroundings, what’s happening, I have pride for who I’m tied to
Who I cry to, who I want to die with. Family, that’s what it’s about, nothing’s above
Being happy is not an image, and family doesn’t always rhyme with love
Le respect, l’amour de ses proches, c pas juste des mots pour bien paraître
It’s like traffic signs no one pays attention to, when that’s what you should be doing
the highway of life's destination ain’t St-Jerome, good is what we’re pursuing
and happiness. I can’t begin to describe where it comes from. On peut dire, c’est comme
La famille, les amis, l’amour, c’est les briques de ma maison, c’est pas ce qui me forme
What I’m made of is of myself, it has no name, it has no game, and I am not being numb
When I wanna be more like me, riding down the road with no map, fill in the gaps
In my house, my life. Je suis un tronc, j’ai besoin de rien pour tenir debout
Mais chaque branche, chaque racine, j’en suis reconnaissant comme tout
Every friendship adds more leaves, every hardship is a whole fall, the season
Not the verb, like words, they’re important to develop character and reason
Without words you cease to exist in a mist, so make a fist and hit, hit your hardest
With a syllable make sentences harvest, make sounds flow, spit like you’re possessed
C’est pour ça qu’il faut pas être muet, ni sourd, faut entendre les actions de tous
Danse entre deux arguments, deux moments où le vent se sème, la colère pousse
But don’t dance too fast cause the music won’t last, you’ve heard it all before
Just let time pass, always go to class, and don’t forget to open the door
Une porte fermée donne un esprit clos, un cerveau borné rend un homme sot
Alors donne-toi un but, ais de l’ambition, pour être heureux c’est encore une façon
Because confidence can give a cursed person wings, so don’t be shy when saying hello
Because you won’t know, when happiness knocks on your door, ull be sleighing on snow




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