THE YOUNG SHALL GROW

 

We are not getting younger; there is a need to plan, unplan, and replan. This is not about putting pressure on yourself. Although slow and steady wins the race, you must incorporate the habit of looking ahead and thinking not only outside the box but beyond it.

We claim to be the next generation, yet our emotions are limiting our mission. We are the natives of change, yet we understand not the dialect of change. We call ourselves dreamers, yet we open our eyes, neglecting opportunities passing by. Sleepers, time wasters, all claiming to be dreamers. Should I just grin or laugh? We don’t take into consideration our priority, being busy yet doing nothing. Big dreams yet no leverage. All plan seems abortive.

 

All my clamoring might seem like jargon. Remember, out of nonsense, there is the word sense. Think about your plan[s], are you busy doing nothing, jumping steps, or are you filling spaces? Ruminate and meditate on your decision today and give an account, not to me but to yourself.

ONEIRIC

February. The festival, which celebrated the coming of spring, included fertility rites and the pairing off of women with men by lottery. At the end of the 5th century, Pope Gelasius I forbid the celebration of Lupercalia and is sometimes attributed with replacing it with St. Valentine’s Day, but the true origin of the holiday is vague at best. Valentine’s Day did not come to be celebrated Valentine’s Day, holiday (February 14) when lovers express their affection with greetings and gifts. Given their similarities, it has been suggested that the holiday has origins in the Roman festival of Lupercalia, held in mid- as a day of romance until about the 14th

February 14th is Valentine's Day, a day when people celebrate love and friendship by exchanging cards, flowers and candy hold love feast and probably fall into a regrettable sin . 

 

The real story behind Valentine's Day is a combination of legends about the martyrdom of Saint Valentine and the association of early spring with love. 

According to legend, Saint Valentine was a priest in Rome who was imprisoned and executed for secretly marrying Christian couples. 

Some say he was executed on February 14, 270, others say he was a bishop from Terni who was also martyred under Emperor Claudius II. 

Legend says he cured the jailer's blind daughter and wrote her a love letter signed "Your Valentine" before his execution. 

In the 14th and 15th centuries, Valentine's Day became associated with romantic love. This may be because early spring is associated with "budding love" and hope. 

In England, people began to give gifts, write cards, and eat chocolate to express their love for each other. 

 

In the multiple of knowledge, sitted a fairy

Though thousand are beckoned 

The resource is for multitude

But it saddens the heart

The expected guest are not valuable 

Ho! Fairy, don't be too ambiguous 

Overzealous is not revelation 

Your present means a lot, but are you oblivious?

Don't be a present, available to be nothing 

Your availability is credited, maximize it to the optimum

@ ONEIRIC

Democracy

 The evolution of power

Besiege the mind of multiple

The choice of the right leader

 is controversial in the eye of men

We are coming here, we are coming there

But the veil as cover the truth

Personal interest underline the sweet smile of many

 No more agitation

The chosen one is here

We choose not by sight but by capacity

Don't be fooled

The power is like a ball

Throw at your disposal

How you play it determine the joy that 

arouse

The flame of joy that we see,

Is the fire going to burn or die?

We await the fuel of the elected

To see the destiny of our fire

© ONEIRIC

MY CRAFT

 

My craft, my beauty

The dedication brings the beauty

The consistency brings progression

The endless effort give birth to success 

My pin bending endlessly

To kiss the hole of the net

Adapting to the condition situated for 

An effort looking futile to many

Alas, see the beauty it eventually create

The joining of my hand to the net

With my neck stoop like the tree

Forced by power of nature

The insertion of the hair blend 

The cutting off, of the hair

Brings discouragement

But like the night star

The beauty no eye can overcome

©ONEIRIC

INTUITION

  

The nudge in my gut

It is not my fear, it is my reality 

The still voice within me

The sweet melody that translate to irresistible music 

A song to save me from falling apart

From the deepest dark

Comes the seeing and knowing,

Surging into the heart

At first a flutter, then a drop

You are woven between my cells

The language in my spirit and the tug on my heart 

My intuition, you are my ancient compass

That give a still stand to my meaningful embryo 

© ONEIRIC

QUIETNESS

 

The atmosphere smell still

The breeze becomes cold

The four cardinal point

Invaded my being

The sea cease to flow

The night invaded the day

Confusion surface

Everything seems unrevived 

I am left in the world of quietness

where peace reign

The journey was lonely and scary

The fate choose it

I am the driver

I am the passenger

Looking all corner for myself

I argue with my able self

It is what fate assigned 

The quietness feels good and radiant

The gentility of the day and night

Tell it all

Though the journey seems lonely

It is a compulsory journey for all 

© ONEIRIC