What you see is what you aren't,
But embellishes your soul,
Makes you help and grow,
Helps you make and grow
The life you wanted.
And if it's hatred that you need so be it!
Just, be careful what you do!
My friend.

You would rather die than be a stupid victim,
- So you shut up, - no, you shut up...
- Behave, - No you behave,
- Ah, be the f*un you want.

Frames and more acts of perfect joy!

Funny hell, under the spotlights explained,
Painfully cruel, well built,
exposing the gravity of your wrong doing.
When time comes, please, tell me,
do show me how proud you are of yourself!
Hell, funny as it should be for the devil.
She once spoke of the devil being a god,
Doesn’t god mean everything?
Inspiration, sweetest love on earth and beyond,
Isn’t everyone the same here? Lovely
You fight for a right, yours.
Claimed! Right now and forever, claimed
My right to fight and stronger, reach happiness.

I won and you're happy!
Oh, the wonderful world we live in.

Goats.
Fresh Goats served on the meadow,
Good food I pass,
The predator in me finding mercy
As I had a Sandwich earlier
So I'm not hungry anymore.
Goats.
Still a little frightened to meet me,
They tend to flee,
I tend to think of shooting them.
Session on;
They get in somehow
Then pass
Gently taking a mouthful of grass,
Deciding to elegantly prove their skills
Of running, climbing up the rocky mountains...
Goats.

God! What has become of these Dragons!
They must be remembering good times of a Fry,
We were told extinct
A species surviving through space and time as a memory,
The memory of great.

How much we can suffer for our souls!
It's a soul take, soul give...
Maybe God can bless...
And maybe what we do is what will matter in the end.

gods and ironies
                  sublime the fantasies
                                                      e­merging.

God fell in love with me
Even my *** laughs ROCKing the bottom
I think it's the other way around
But let's keep hoping.

God fell in love with her
She's actually pretty and wonderful,
Deserved all the best,
Fought well and won
God loved her more,
Oh, well, have some fun.

I should have killed her, I know, I know!
For the love of god
My vanity table's prepared
To show me all the answers behind the shells hearts cracked
With a question: Why?

I should have played along,
The Competition for God's love was on,
Competition for God's sake on!
What more do you want?!

God fell in love with us.
We've set our minds to great progress,
We work, we dance,
Inking our heart's grounds
To a certain extent
For our rivers to pour rivers of progress.
It's said: "God fell in love with us"
But I believe it is the other way around.

There is a God in each of us,
There's probably much more than one believes,
There is a saint and there's an enemy...
There is an angel and a friend
Turned into dust and fire,
Turned into stone, a great admirer,
Returned to life!
There is a God in each of us
Miss_guiding us.

Go there where you wanted to be,
Where your heart is,
Where you can find your happiness,
Where your soul matters,
Where you can feel free…

Go there where the sun can make you feel good
About your existence,
When the moon plays her sorrows with the finest grace,
Where the gifted are loved and not hated,
Where all promises won’t hurt.

Go there, where you deserve,
Go there, where you can handle all thing well,
Go there, where your soul matters!

It seems that I don't know
             How to be more grateful
                                        For what I've got.

How to find my peace
When nothing fulfills me?
When the genuine severe my grave
And I am the genuine severing yours?
In all earnestness my heart recovers grace,
In solemn silence finding petulance,
Sulky, old smiles alternating.

You brought me flowers,
A red roses bouquet!
As I was famished I ate one alive,
A thorn or two glided down my throat
Now I need treatment for a cold.

You brought me Coffee and fresh bread,
A cupcake and croissants
Three days in a row
I sit and watched them, painted them
Until the bread and cupcake ran stale
And the Coffee stood too bitter
Hard like a glue
Glowing surface for the blued croissants.

**** for rebirth,
                  Rebirth of humans,
The angels inside
                  Fight for Light.

A family that can't be helped
            saved
it needs not TO BE
A soul against my heart
bio my heart
            against my brain
Shaping life
My mind cruel
Slaughter of the stupid
.choices wrong.
Heat of the burning hell inside.

Let's be merry.

'May I Thank you for being so all knowing?' said the karma *****...
' She is hurtful and so are we.
After getting Hurt one can only end up hurtful or something too lovely.'
Yes, love is love, and hatred is hatred...
And being hard is sometimes the best solutions for the present existence the one that you can treasure...
Somehow...

For All those who are praying and fighting
In the name of justice and true love
For their place treasured in the world
They're all sorrowful, then happy... Happy then sorrowful...
Maybe I did some mistakes in life
And for those I'm paying...
Or maybe it is just that love we all need... sometimes...?

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.

She hated you as if you were the one who did something so wrong
As cheating and lying and playing around.
But sometimes it isn't that bad,
A little lie told for a world to feel better...
But Just like the truth can Hurt you more than you know
A little lie can make a miracle happen;
A little lie can make a life go wrong,
So, yes, saying a prayer was not that wrong
But what's a prayer to someone who can't find true love?
And sometimes we get mixed up
And have no clue.

Now what is life without a little poem,
Without a prayer, without the memories of what we lived.
What can be life, without a little try?
What can be life without a little break
For something else we can believe in
With a heart of true.
What can be life without...

For everything we love and save
We will get punished, in the end...
As if we didn't live it...
As if we didn't suffer enough...
As if, without suffering
There will be no end you can love.

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

Is for the worthy
Of such a thing!

Hell as well.
And different roles can be played
On the stage of a show
With little harm done.

It can only be heavens,
It can only be the knowledge of Hell.
Love, Share and Care.

It can only be fair,
Heavens versus Hell.
Then there's this Purgatory
An' a mind shell to fill with all our regrets
And medals.

It can only be fair... Heavens.

Leaden sky blanket of soaked thoughts
Adding wars back,
Giving the pale impression of illness,
Enthusiastic thunders,
Changing weather,
Swirl of birds
Darkness reflection of a world beyond
Imagination.
Changing weather,
Prosaic surfing, swivel,
Swirl of conspiracy
Theories
Conspicuously visible,
Relented turf
In a bout of self-pity.
Awake from this tragedy
Of disillusion
Finding the way to a clean resolution.
Enjoyment of theories
Opening,
Look for heaven.
Where is my perfect heaven?!

On the Alley of Sin, we spin,
Trying to get back to that Holy Being
we need!

“They are debating my soul”
“-You are losing your time with them”
“-Please, step into my world!”

He gives me a kiss...
I put the world into my pocket and walked away...
A kiss in the name of the Father.

You are drowning in acid tears for me
But I don’t seem to care,
You are diving into the bitter darkness; I’m seeing this in a past
cup of coffee...
You are drinking it!
I am smelling it!

You were drawing us to the forbidden land
But someone gave me a hand;
I’m suddenly crying for all that you lost,
my friend.
~
Taking a pause!
“- Resting your cause!”
I am going down with a high spirit and see
People walking in slow motion...
their steps are telling me
a story...
“Have patience, you’ll be...!”
Advice for the silent he gives.

*
Alone in this copper house,
I’m getting the bits of your shattered lights.
“I am not alone, and have never actually been!”
Love is in my mind now, and your mind in my heart,
My soul is somewhere in my memory...
and memory’s greatness shall hide in for me!
Then I will light a candle in the living memory of whom you ”

used to be.

“- Yes, my Holy Being! It is you my Pain Killer! I shall take you in!”

From: Teodora Oniceanu. “Time Files"PersonAll”.

You need to be the only one,
The only one who ever found peace,
The only one who got their happiness,
That place making one feel home,
Home, there where you belong...
The only one to enjoy an existence led with the heart that can!
Oh, it's your heart that can...

How to explain the wonderful creature you always were?

Oh Soul! That what you need to be
To feel complete
To love thy heart,
Thy family.

Holy hot sauce,
Hot sauce burning down leftovers and waste,
Adding spice to this flesh
Not going with anything,
Not going with anything else
Better,
Never better than hot sauce,
Hot sauce with well stuffed and fried or stewed
In Shells of porcelain contents,
Shaped and decorated, well plated,
Well plated with Silver and Gold plateaus
Of stew, salads and anything fried
Taking a rich shower of the loveliest spiced,
Holy hot sauce.

It was all in my head,
Heaven or hell
Maybe only about a state of mind,
The way of a god or another to tell us what to do
How to behave...

This is how we evolved,
Science based on ideals,
Progress based on wars,
Endless fights for what we want,
For those we will always be there for...
Our beloved... Missions on Earth.
Blood spill for the outrage,
Carnages and horror...
It all happened,
Perhaps we don't want to accept
But there's more than one miracle that can Save the world.
This is how we evolved,
As part of one...
We're one until We're needed
Elsewhere.

If only this had more to do with my crimes,
My horrible crimes!
For those I'll cry.
It was my decision not yours,
To **** and die for what I believe it was right...
The right thing to do
For me and my people.

Technically informed
One has to go with a trend,
Find their new soul!
Expression of health
That Today's laughter,
The joy and pride for an accomplished goal.

Technically informed:
What's right is wrong.
Today doesn't like tomorrow the same way anymore.
Find a New excuse, learn some new mistakes
For tomorrow will discharge and turn them into stone.

Technically informed.
Some things remain
And some things go,
Find their new flow
And one becomes soon a thing,
Oh, the horror of the being!

Playing foot every day,
House of need.

How dared I be happy
And not awake to a miserable state of mind,
Just like yours?
Why fight for the best of the best
When you can have all toe, sorrow on the fanciest plate served...
Why wish for better days
When we know that suffering can make us so great...!
And wonderful...
Wonderfully hateful, resentful, pitiful... Rad!
How dared I try reach happiness?
To your face: a great scam!
How dared I reach to that perfect state of mind called happiness?
I must Have been out of me mind?
Being all close to knowing the best days in life?
Oh, the horror!
Why, if I can have all your sorrow... and more added to the core?

To Leave you behind...

Do we have to suffer,
How many times to die for you?
How many times to ask for a forgiveness that can never come,
Maybe I never understood you
And your perfect games.

You're still trying to punish us
For what parents did or didn't do,
We are tired of this world not understanding,
It wasn't us to decide, it was you.
It wasn't you to decide for me, it was myself.
And if I'll have to **** for everything I love
You will have to see
The unforgivable.

Of something we didn't do.
How many times to tell you?
What you did you didn't do.
How many times to ask for forgiveness
For this thought coming from an Old fact.

Of we defecate on each other every day,
That we all know, but why not to ask for more.
Well, I am asking these grounds once more
To take each thing there where it belongs.

How much do I Have to hate myself?
I don't want to exist among these loved ones.
I am tired of your loved ones,
Precious loved ones allowed to lose me.
To make the filth they wouldn't but mock.

One must only learn
Sometimes feeling then coming to a peaceful resolution only to learn that without revenge taken one will become just meat for the dead.

I said this before, maybe they earned
Their self respect and honours.
How?
I wish I felt it mattered... Then, I wish I didn't feel a thing.

As feelings hurt at times
And that should be okay.
Why do you hate me so much?
You make me think you never wanted me in your life
Perhaps it was for the best... For you and others too...
Maybe I found my way
Still... Why did I Have to be so broken?

Money... Life... Fame...
If it's all a sin then why hating another isn't?
This is the truth?
Who won in the end?
The one who abused and knew how to escape
Or the one who didn't?

... Expect to trust me
When you got deceived and fried and hurt so many times?

The math, the scent, the tears…
A couple of ears and two eyes that aren’t willing to see
What we’ve prepared for today!
- Hey, sister! Would you see us!?
- Hey, teacher! Could you care about us?!
- Hey brothers, did you ever embrace a cruel song
And let it tare apart your entire soul?

An arbiter of splendour
Was sitting on a bench,
In silence waiting for his times
To come and take away
All pains.

An arbiter for love and your great dance
Eternal!

"I was never good enough for you,
Never doing what you wanted me to do,
I’m quite proud of that right now
Since it kept keeping me away from that pesky debt you had to carry on with!”

Eternal dance of love
And passion for the poor
That’s rich in kind but sorrowful unreachable goals!



Two dots on a sot verticality
Asking for more:
Destroy all the planet, destroy us all!
We got tired of living
What you wouldn’t call
Neither life nor living!

Two dots for a fellow and one for my soul;
Two, one after the other and the third in a row
That sometimes separates two types of worlds.

“- I am feeling a bit sad and disappointed; I must have felt that I was much more and much better than I really am!
- I understand, we all get to feel tired and crushed sometimes. Just don’t let anyone get to you! Many will try to hurt you. Just don’t let them do that again, that’s all!”

A penny for the poor,
Starvation for a fool
Trying to live a life
According to the rules
Of saints!
- You’re not a saint, you girl-dude!
And even if you were! What do you think it’ll serve you for?
We’re all above and helping each-other!
- While you all think it is better that way… the poor way!
- Than what? Our struggle?
- Oh, please! Give me a break! We do not struggle!

Are you much more of a man now?
Oh, pardon me, I was such a fool back then, to trust you
And to love you with all my ‘rotten’ soul!
This cold forgotten soul…

Are you much prouder than before?
Are you successful?
I know I know! I admired your entire carrier!

I should probably **** myself, just now
But I guess that I am too ******* proud
To do so.
Are you still proud of your soul and your wonderful goal?
I know that I am of mine!
I should probably commit suicide.
But not until I get less ashamed with who and what I am;

~ I Mean the loser someone planned to make of me and got to make me be ! ~

Much too carefully!
Much too shamefully!

Oh, my!
The Freak-in’ Carbonite kicked in!
I must get it out on the screen!

After that I’ll try to organize those showers for the angels;
Propeller pins and cosy sins
Already happening
…
why bother?
It’s on them!

Brutally honest with myself:
I find my old journals a bunch of idiotic steam material.
God, I hate myself for not being… stronger!

Yet I must confess:
I love myself more than anything in the world!

“I’ll be the spit in your face if I have to!
she yelled back at him
You traitor!
You must be joking now, dear!
a choir they join both saying:
- Aurevoir, dear!



I prostrate myself
In front of your greatness,
Too grateful for the little I got to accomplish
And give thanks to the Greatest of Lords!
.
“Are you much more of a man now, that you killed them all?”



A missing point that was completely unknown
To the public
Got out meeting people and feeling them all
Just like a believer.

“I need you and I want to be needed too!
I Miss You!"

A moon and a missing point looking for sun-warmth and half a cup of solitude.

How could I not love this envy of mine!
It's killing me inside, every day
A wonderful gift from heavens
Amazing.

How could I not love
All this killing
making of me something amazing!
How could I not?
Acceptance was the best idea one could have had!

Oh! How could I not accept this wonderful gift ?
It's life.

I missed it more than you know,
This is for you: may all your justice be
Done, uhn-uhn undone,
I hate being misplaced
Trying to have fun
With this
That tells
Of a rotten thing I must have ate...

Food for the brain,
Light for the heart to take,
Waste for the rest of it to help down.

I am too embarrassing for your might.
There 's nothing to discuss with you.

In this moment, sour
Of a loved hour
That's our
Moment of power
And hope
Killed in a forever song
Resurrected with a ****
Long
A sound opening the door
For a second act...
That second act we will all know
As your own,
An owned moment given to react
To a tale's flow
Pact
Made with the devil to stay wrong,
With God to come back to your senses when the bell rung
As you wish
For a third and last song
To be sung, dance
To be danced, ****
To be long
Forgotten in a long hour of hope,
Loved power
Given with a moment of sour rope.

I am tall and handsome,
Pretty and smart,
I am very well cultivate,
A proud blonde,
Looking for a partner to keep me alive.

I am beautiful with waist that's thin,
Not too tall and not too slim,
Kind and generous,
Fine like a painting,
Like a muse,
Someone you can't touch to abuse,
Looking for a friend to keep me alive.

Looking for brains and pleasure of godly light,
Finding your friend playing the role of the enemy inside.

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.

That I wouldn't waste my time
wishing you were in my shoes.

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.