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