Your sweet butterflies created in the perfect lab
Have visited me in a dream,
They told me so many things that my gut felt forced to train itself,
Stretch to sentence them to a higher flight
Where they could find everything they couldn't want but the way they loved: peaceful
Butterflies fluttering their wings, flying up, flying down,
Mesmerising my mind,
Where's the bee?
They bring pollen that took on their wings
But the bee,
The bee is bringing her honey and her poison and her humming,
Then a buzz,
Then a flight in the search of more flowers.

I ate three thousand butterflies and their queen
Had no problem.

And I got in some real trouble.

Now I'm sorry for even bothering
For anybody.

Sweet child who believed
That the world can be a good place to live.
Well, the world can be a good place to live in.
You're still a good soul meaning only good
Which means being only too stupid.

Ask them, look into their eyes,
It's a business world out there
They are selling one another,
Forcing you into selling yourselves and your souls...
Forcing you into not selling but more.
How else can you survive...?
It isn't easy! It isn't easy at all!

The path? Do you remember Jesus?
Do you remember Christ?
Do you remember God?
A God would never accept nor like being mistreated.
A God would fight.

Learn the good path, take only the best...
Make it right!
Sweet child... Loved child!
Be Wise and strong.

What happens if you have the guts
And courage...

As it feels so just to you:
Couple me strategically.
This goes with that,
That with this
And he's a good catch! 'Have to keep him;
There's no love
But you've been educated well,
You can handle,
Maybe in time you'll end up falling in love.

Hopefully with the same man you married.
Then you will have kids,
Be it love or duty,
And you won't have to love them
Which is for the best:
No heart-break, no trouble,
Just a bit of sweet a cake
Due to strategy.

"Maybe you had a good life but you had to ruin mine... and I had to say goodbye, still, you wouldn't let me...
You like seeing us hurt,
Broken, humiliated for all the strength we show,
For all the weakness we exposed...
For anything that is, that was...
Once yours
Oh, but for ten times much more!
You would
Humiliate us more
I know...
I had to flee
As you were too ugly to accept and let me be."

©Theodora Oniceanu

Dog Can't be taught new tricks.
Apparently nor can one teach news a bat.

As always...
                         Only fantasy ruins it,
     And it ruins it all too hard.

I danced with all my heart
I trained
I learned
I loved
I learned
I lived
Thinking myself a human being
Dreaming myself up
Down and deep beneath
Until that day came:
A fly flew to my mouth
I tried to avoid eating it
Now I wonder:
What the fly?!

(long version)

Sleeping in a soup of ignorance
Fine with my fantasies and dreams,
All lived…, they were all lived before.
Only the devil could have made one feel so
Insignificant.
Poor devil, still to be blamed
For our brains’ faults.
Issues taken for the fight for importance.

Ignorance bath in the soup of bliss,
Blissful dreams that can’t be shattered anymore.

Ah, the gift of being poor!
The loveliest heart knows how to offer
A chance out as nobody likes being poor.

Grin Grin as we must go on,
Continue with our sin
Of sleeping in a soup of ignorance,
This perfect ignorance  complimenting the knowledge
Of the very poor but rich,
Fine with my fantasies and dreams
... They were all lived…

Ignorance sleeping in a soup of dreams,
All blissful dreams that can’t be shattered anymore.

So, let’s! Let us continue,
Continue with our sin
Of sleeping in a soup of ignorance,
This perfect ignorance  complimenting the knowledge
Of the very rich but poor.

To be continued…

So long with my poetry,
So long with all our words,
So long with our wishes, plans and goals...
So long with the winds and the charms
And all the work we've done...

So long, with everything we ever loved.

As I wait in this loud silence imposed
While the war makes soul of our hearts and brains
I learn
I weep
I tell
I can't explain to myself this crave for suffering.
It must be a habit
Imposed
As well
Made
As the hives of bees.
Could I accept the miracle?
Was I supposed to hurt him more?
I can't explain myself this crave for suffering.
It must be a bad habit.

Of being a stupid depressed *****,
Just because he likes you that way...
Just because she likes you that way...
Oh, the honour!

A long time ago,
In a past my mind remembers
She felt Hurt,
Thinking being a spoiled brat would help her.
But taking it, little by little,
Growing a life from anew
May help one make that difference,
A return to the light you need.

It's a fighter you loved
And I didn't know how it feels
Until she made you feel ashamed
With the choice of not showing her love.
A little bee that needs to help your times
Make sweeter your lives needs to be cherished and loved,
Nurtured and given her hope.

What happened, little bee,
Did your mother die?
Maybe you wouldn't understand why.
Maybe death wasn't explained to you well...
Sweet little child.

Oh, my little sweet bee,
You will need to sting when caught.
You'll survive, don't you worry.
You'll survive.

Helped with the best and strongest minds.

I don't know what one has to do to be perfect. And perfect for what?
That is the question! Some wish ill some wish good and one has to know what is what and who is who...
Some do and some others do and we do do
Birdie Jobs

When I love you is when I can hate the most....

And when I can hate I can only love...

One doesn't have to take any awful blame
And they don't have to live in shame,
No shame... No, no!

I don't even know who's to blame for all this,
So I blame God,
A human couldn't have done it, Couldn't have done all this harm...
All this beauty, all this might.

I don't have any idea who's behind all this
So I blame the Devil,
He likes to play some little tricks...
Show the smart out of the black of blue skies under.

With Honour and Regrets
I'll speak this truth that travels Mind,
It travels Heart,
A Soul combined,
A worm eating me alive...

I don't have any clue who's behind all this,
I suspect the Man but then comes the Proud Woman
To make me understand: Life is life, Death is death
And Saviours can be anywhere.

We create our apologies every day
With every moment of a thought given,
Taken an idea and moved forward
For the sake of multiplication
Of our dearest moments!

Of the same story,
The same depressions
Still, thankful for not going through the worst?

The only way you were willing to offer
Is the slave way,
Now what can I say?
Slaves you always use then destroy
For maybe they'd tell,
May be they'd tell on you,
Their story spread all over the world.
You may never have me,
Never see me again after all this abuse!

Didn't you have enough fun?

"What the gift! ?!"

Sweet translations...
                         of sentiment spoken seaS
Where interpretation runs wild-free...
and chances for better days can end.

You had it!
The decency to come out clean
Say what you aren't!
Admit it to the face!
To da' face! To da' face!
Yes, you had it!
You have it!

The decency to come clean,
Out spoken the truth from within...
One must accept, one must survive!
In the spirit of a brain
Having all that it can take
And it can take you coming out clean.

You have it!

I sometimes wonder...
          : Why you react the way you do...
Which words were the ones that touched you...
What acts of mine betraying yours...
Hurting your prides...
   : Why do you react the way you do...
I sometimes wonder...

That! your problem is
That I still exist...

I don't have a heart...
               You gladly helped it go to ruin.

From the rain brought down on earth
Crops have grown
Evolved some species of plant,
Seeds can live and grow,
Seeds can become so beautiful
Feeding us well.

Farm tales.

I think I already had something said of some pigs and some cows...
And chickens...
Other animals were involved,
But said not enough of the noble horse and the mighty peacock.
But there's much more, there is much more! And all of you quite know how many animals...

And we all joke until it becomes not funny anymore
But there's solution.

I've lost my soul
Or did the soul lost me?
Either way: as long as we can be happy...!

Matter what we do...
              What we want to...
                                            In the end...

Then you can bomb the whole world.
                I stopped caring.

"-Yey! I am going to be ******!" and with all the enthusiasm she played along!

It's a good thing that I Have
To Eat and Sleep and Crap
For crap
This world so forgiving and giving us a good ol' ****!
It's a good thing to be able to eat and go to a ****!
Such a good thing, really,
I couldn't be more proud!

If we dared we would have to suffer
And if we lied, still the same.
                            So
      Let's suffer brightly, shall we?

Dear Papa,
I have eaten the old rug that inspired my old painting,
It was filthy as hell,
Somebody forgot to clean it.

But I am Alright now,
Figure: I don't need to eat anything anymore.
It is magic involved, I tell you,
It's good to feel less empty and alone.

I might have also opened
The door for a thief.
Alladin insisted on robbing us of some goods
And as we had too much I said to myself:
"Why not help the poor live a better life!"

Papa,
You are never to forgive me for this,
'Have fallen in love with a thief,
Now life is much better for our people.

Made of pure hatred,
I don't know why you love me so much!
It must be me being a saint,
As I don't know myself
Being too arrogant to care,
Being a ****** something else
Laughing at you
When you quarrel with the mushroom.
What did they say back to you?
It must have been for the best as the too tense felt better.
Interesting phenomena,
Mushrooms spreading their healthy issues.

The artist for you is a sin,
Well, then I am quite everything!

Something to treasure and fight to have!
Hah! The great life I had!
Something to be grateful for...
Still.... Why wouldn't one go back there?

Hihi! The great life I had!
Something to literally **** for!
Still, why wouldn't I bother for all that anymore?

Hah! I'm dead and have moved on!
Not killing myself for crap anymore.

Graces open,
Loud sound of your feelings
Telling me nothing
I need to know

For your need to be heard
Is so much greater
Than anyone else's.

For your need to be known...
For your need to be alone...
For your need to be together...
For your need to be... to be...
For your need to be happy..
For your needs....

I don't want to see you
Because you didn't ruin my life.
It's probably this the answer,
It's probably this...

The famished are looking for ways to make it,
Were you famished when you stole what was mine?
Were you famished when you ruined my soul?

Were you?

Life gives and life takes
And life offers.

I am today thankful for being able to make
Of this chance a life to be treasured.

How can I put this in a better key?
It must be an honour to be the stupid **** that didn't make it!
Invadors taking and taking and taking...
How can I feel proud when they still can take and I'm still supposed to be okay,
"Let us be humble!" So humble and wise!
Accept the lie of this paradise drowning in tears
Everything they can touch,
Anything they can put a hand on...
Becomes a ruin.
Ruin of the heart and soul, ruin of laughter, ruin of Joy.

The unreachable? they'd ruin...
If only they could.

But who are they. And why do we suddenly want to be just as strong and merciless... and wrong.



Is it wrong to ****? What about letting yourself killed?
*well... Well... well a fountain of tears,
Well realised a truth that hurt once and can Hurt forever just as much
Until shattered into pieces like a piece of glass,
Stardust given to the winds to make it last
As the memory of the wrong that was
And the right that came out of it.

You..
          You...
                      You....
You may be so disrespectful!
You've earned your right to be so,
Somehow...
Nobody knows, nobody ever tried to learn...
How... And why.

You...
           You....
                       You......
                                       You.......

Maybe you'll learn...
                                     about a world shattered
For your world....
                            Maybe you need this....

                 Or maybe you don't.

I am only too happy!

Playing foot every day,
House of need.

Pooping Gold machine
Treated as ****, **** produce,
Taking **** to create Gold,
Gold to create jewelry,
Jewelry to tell a story
Worth to live,
Gold worth to die for
And garbage to take out.

As a reward...
Oh, quite the attitude:
"Well, that is that!"

Who can bear heavens?
A bubble telling the stories of our hearts!

What Would the world be
                                          Without matter.