Daughter of the Universe,
           Loved                Loved
                         Hated

I listened
To your proud tactics shared
On how to send me to that **** to make you proud of yourself.
I listened to the peaceful hatred you promote,
You gladly ruin other people's lives instead of letting them live their lives în wealth
You lose another for whatever God might Have offered,
Nature created,
They might Have fought for...
Disrespectful you aren't
Only you are...
That one who would gladly ruin any chance of happiness another one tried.

Once upon a time
Things were funny as Hell,
Life was worth living
And everyone had a place in this magical story
Of witches and Princes, princesess and ghosts,
Kings and queens and everybody else.

Soul users
Served some frog legs,
Delicacy today,
The witch is feeding her owls,
Keeping safe a few.
She's watching from her broom-flight
For souls she needs to use?
If they're Alright or not
She cares not.not _ not caring for it a lot
More than you thought.

Oh, well, a lie or two
Won't harm anyone!
Truth:... She speaks with a heart of true!

The witch selects her targets,
What she needs is what she seeks,
What she wants is what she cares for.

I want only my peace,
Even if louder than you May think!
But what to do? What to do?
May God help you too!

Helping them become
A disease to the Society...

Old, Old, Old
Spread of diversity.

Some disease are good, some are bad...

Spread of diversity:
Old, Old, Old.

A disease to the Society
We are helping them be.

You were the real deal! You are the real deal!
May I be the robot?
And make the deal, have the deal?
Robots cannot feel, robots cannot feel!
May I be the robot?
Robots cannot feel!

If you want my love-life.
Robots cannot feel.

For pooring you guys!


Are you playing?
Are you having your fun!
Lives all good!

Have a nice flight!

Cheers!

An may it be not ******!

There is a festival in the world,
Running in a past based on this Word,
My soul speaks in tongues,
It burns and it aches,
And it tells the story she knew as a friend.
Maybe I found a friend in a notebook,
Maybe I didn't listened to a prayer,
I wanted them to be all too stupid and happy again,
Felt hurt when they had to be mean to each other.
Felt hurt when they had to leave
But it was okay,
Everything better when they became friends and partners again.

Chances were taken and broken were fears,
Superstitions mistaken for Bitter-Sweet tears;
Friends and illusions, well known entities
Locked once and forever in frames of a breeze.
Love taken away, mistrust and shy feels,
Perspectives on all our spiritual peers.

© All rights Reserved Theodora Oniceanu

Maybe you don't need something nice in your life,
Something to brighten the days,
Make part of your life shine,
Lit a little light in your heart.
Maybe you're that ugly inside.

As if your thirst for cruelty
Weren't enough,
Others had to test their muscles too.
Leave some marks of reality that's only too meaningful.
Feeding my own thirst to become cruel.

As if your thirst for knowledge wasn't enough...
Well, it wasn't enough.
It is never enough,
We're set on discovering,
Learning.
Feeding my thirst to become cruel
With your own cruelty.
You hate a child, you hate a Mother,
You hate your life.
Find your reason for all that:
It wasn't too evil, just right.
Whose right to fight? Everyones, perhaps I didn't know.
But let's make a miracle,
From your end you may be mocked,
As we all mocked... We all laughed
At the great.

And we all learned, and we all did...
And there is a screen for your thirst of blood and cruelty,
If you want some more tragedy.

Was it your choice? Was it implied?
Was it by force?
Was it a chance? Was it a life
You set yourself to lose?.

Blueberries blossom-trees,
Clouds made of soap-bubbles,
Creamy grass and foamy bushes
Of roses blue, purple and grey,
Grapes of red and Orange,
Wines of crystal clear greens,
Red-irises to tell of feelings
Too hot or too sad
Burning hues in a phtograph back home,
Where I don't want to go;
Chariots dragged by stallions
And spaceahips to take us to explore
Other natures...
No poverty, no suffering...
No twisted games,
Just peace...
Guns not allowed here.

"The night she bathed into the light
Came with the blessings of your heart
And strong she was to your good sight,
So fragile in appearances yet so bright!

That light came slowly caressing the night,
Embracing her soul for the fairest fight,
So strong, still, too fragile for the part
Written on walls and danced to the right

Height. Looking up, stare into the blight
Of all sorrow ed-souls I saw how you fell apart
And it ached my soul, what solutions, right
To find? What Word for you... crave straight. "

Music to...

©Theodora Oniceanu

It was quite music to their ears,
Music to their ears:
Your shouts and Screams,
Your inner fights out,
Wars spit with the venom of a serpent high,
Knowing, just knowing how it feels:
It was quite music to their ears,
Music to their ears,
It hurts like Hell,
Your shouts and Screams,
Music to their ears,
Music to the ears
Your shouts and Screams.

Hard times expressed,
Making something of the beauty one can find,
What went wrong,
What went wrong?
Why weren't those mirror reflected upon your existence?
Why do they enjoy making us suffer?
For you to find,
It's for you to find
That
It was all
Music to those ears...

Music to my ears all my shouts and Screams,
All the laughter and the tears!

Why would you want one frustrated?
Aren't you too kind and beautiful?
Why would you want someone unhappy?
Aren't you brilliant?
Why would you want someone myserable?
Isn't that jealousy telling a story too Old?
Why would you enjoy some one's wrong doing?
It must make a broken heart feel good.

Faults? : always somebody else's!

Nature can be only upset with the garbage
All the garbage we create
Upset
With the garbage we create
Is nature and the natural creating beauty out of garbage.

In the world likes a *******...

So the grounds full of worms were created
For the pieces of **** we all make.

I am only too happy!

Nono is a fine bird!
Comes to the window every morn
Beak ticking - tock tick-tock talk
Telling me there is some time,
There is some time left for a little fun...

No, no. I didn't see the pain, nor the suffering...
I didn't see the tears...
No no! The solutions seekers
Don't know of the unfair...
No no... In our quests
We don't get to hurt another heart.
No, no...
In our  search for a solution
We don't get to be hurt.

She doesn't want me all ****** up,
She is such a kind human!
She has a purpose that is noble in life!
I can only understand that she must Have been a show girl
And all this is
Because We're some show people...

Isn't jealousy great?
What did it create?
Some fancied,
Some ridiculous Ness,
Some craving...

Some..., live the Hell you want
And don't bother me anymore!

How did you feel?
I know just how.
Why do you think I never wanted to see you again but for a slaughter?

I struggle to be a nice girl: the worst choice of my life,
Man I am not good with all this life,
Working like a fool, join the 'army of the great for my money,
God... I just had to make it harder for myself!
Here, I am again complaining.

Hard to appreciate everything I have,
Easy ways are always leading one to hard
Times of imprisonment...

Now what my image happened with this soul of mine?
And what my image happens with this shell of mine...
Caring, not caring... training for that better life!

Down the streets people still walk and live and talk
And crave for their more.
Up, in the bed, on their chairs and those grounds
They have chosen,
Chosen each soul...
_ Careful to not upset (too much) your own saviour _
People still live...
A pleasant touch of ignorance: bliss for my impotence to **** them all
And sentence them to heaven, once and for all.

Aren't you a man of your Word?
So was she, you both promised and delivered.

When will I
Get over myself?

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...!

Shouldn't I be
Too lovely a piece of cake
Hateful 'cause your God loved you more....
Your nature was great...
Hateful a *****, just like them all
Not admitting..., but making it happen, all along.

Oh, Oh (Idea) Why...

Shouldn't I
Be one of the hateful,
One of the normal kind...
It's normal to be upset and angered
With your own stupid mild
Decision to be soft or breakable
When times need rough and tough and stronger than ...Cake.

Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry
Enjoying our moments in wealth and good vibes
But there are those times when we get caught and despair,
Only a miracle can save us, dear friend,
                                                              from our poetry's tragic end.

One night fully spent in the wake of long hours,
With thoughts streaming loud: You'll be mine,
Look what we've prepared for you!"
The images moving in slow motion in waves,
Only a miracle can save us, good friend.

Peaceful times disturbed, lust for life,
                                                        lust for the eternal love,
Why don't we dare to know all this justice?
Why am I asking for more sorrow and trouble?
Only a miracle can save us from ourselves.

When there's love to find and keep,
Keep it!
And when you know that you have to do something,
Do it.
If it brings Hell on earth the purpose must be greater than you think...

Only if love, but love got Hurt!
Too Hurt to care too much for your ship and sheepish friends...
"What about Gold?" She asked.
Let's help a world...
How to help when you are down
And what you call Angels are dead people who weren't around...
Dead people who weren't around but for your failures,
Your failures to start meaning something for that world you loved...
As there was love... And love got hurt
And forgot about how good it feels but remembered
The human needs
And the beauty that came out of those heavenly dos and dons and deeds.

What are you made of?
We're nothing but things made... Of something that can fly away
One day, deserting
This cursed flesh.

The best of a choice made in life,
Lovely my bees,
They are always well guided,
Always doing the right thing,
Ants are following, their own ways.
Do you remember
A Christ you'll always cherish.
For Christ sake, always!
For the sake of a promised land,
For the sake of your knowledge,
For the sake of a seek and find...

Our bees aren't buzzing
When they are humming,
Our ants aren't patrolling
When they fall asleep.

Oceans of blue
Puddles on asphalt reflection
Indifference refraction

Tell me the story of that Page you treasured more,
In that book of your life that didn't mean but
A drop in the oceans of pages filled with words and tears,
Images to rest our souls with.

Tell me all that story of your youth, lost hours In words,
Feelings adorned with the explorations of shapes
Moving you on the abstract waves of games,
Thinking of that first Page in the origamy-heart-book you designed
To impress a sad Old child.

Come, let's get out and find
Our garden of hopes,
Two lost souls in a maze of dreams,
Dopes
Looking for those party ropes
To pull the devils out of our kind.

Dragging us back to the war...

Ruined for having good healthy dreams,
Stupid but wonderful wishes,
How to improve? On your degrees?
On your great being?
On your Achievements goals and Fame?

Keep dreaming.

Ruined for having some goals,
Taken on great height to see the world,
Posibilities and lovely homes,
Put down to see just where one can help...
One can help if one can help.

Ruined for having a mind and a soul,
I guess for you it should be only the material
But when it is that,
Oh, when it is that all the **** starts to fight,
Pray and fight and ask for some light
To Fry out all the stench and make it out
As the powder that came out of a star.

Out of my sorry words,
All over my face,
My face your body,
My body and soul
Finding rest,
Comfort in this pest inked by code

I am not willing to **** myself
For that better world for you
And the worst for me,
Yes, yes! The coward I am!
It is called a matter of good common sense
In some world!

Some world I regret losing;
Behind my back
You did a lot,
To my face spoken a cruel truth!
Well, that's that.
I Will confess, I loved my faith
In a fantasy taking me somewhere else...
Where I can finally breathe!
Where I can finally smile!
Where I am allowed to think,
To see, to believe and be
Not the arrogant ugly ****
You loved me remain
For you to have my soul and walk away.

Not willing to put an end to this charade
Some call life, I call it a trailing time
Lost hub in time...
'not willing to give up my whole heart for more suffering for me
And less and less good common sense for you.
My guess? : I turned up yellow.

For that something better well deserved!

May you be forgiven
And have a good fresh start.

A world ruined with petals rain
The arid spaces infested with flowers and lakes

A planet coming back to a life to wonder why,
The broken cry of a baby knowing the fight

A space showing a battle between what wrong for you and right for me,
Aliens and human beings, the dead and the alive

I must stay with my aliens, find a way to treat our times
These times given: well.

A tearing mirror, a live act of wisdom,
Another shout at the one who refused to ...

A Universe shattered.

Plead for a walk,
window glass confession
Heart watchwalktalkmeditationluck,
Cold was not outside today,
Feels like the best spring play
Joy having nothing to do with this run away from your real responsability...
But what to do?
Tell a heart she's wrong?
As if he weren't the same...
Walkwatchmeditation_talk
Life isn't cruel.

The one who is preferable,
Acceptable and to be appreciated
Keep her
And never come back for me
With your crowds
Of mountains of evil
*******.

I wish you well,
I wish you could understand
I learned what I could
The many were perhaps too cruel.
It's a cruel world,
It's a cruel world.

Only Children see it as beautiful!
Only Children can feel it this beautiful.

It seems to me that they have to do their something,
Like they always do,
Oh! Human businesses of ours...
Do, do, do... Lovely your do.
Say a prayer, whom ever might get helped in their times of need... Yohoohoo!
She can go to Hell and stay like that forever
Because there will always be a reason
To send someone to the greatest pleasures ever... My pleasure!

Poor Margaret
She used to be such a pretty flower on a field
Proudly dancing in the wind
Her petals fresh, her looks so fine,
Bright and smart looking, flower divine...
But I needed some answers.

All petals gone, her riches lie
In the memory of a fly
That passed and watched and learned and loved,
The warm honey looking loving core.

I'm sorry, girl,
I picked the flower,
As I needed some answers
All petals took off,
Leaving the gold core showing mercy of love.

Her heart wasn't cruel like mine!
Poor Margaret, flower divine,
How could I, how could I?
'Wanted some love, a new vibe
In this life of mine

No
sorry, girl!
I picked the flower,
As I needed some answers
All petals took off...

Today I walked out the window
Looking for an excuse to bring a New gift
To your soul in need...
Running for it like a lunatic,
Dancing my way through the crowd
Of Souls gathered around
Something beautiful...
Stopped for a sec and awed,
Gave a dime,
Stretched my arm for a sign
Of recognition:
Respect.
Love...
Regret.
:Left I Out
Of question
My real purpose for that day?
With a shimmering star lit by the power of will
I woke up, took the path chosen.

In an hour or so I came back,
Forgot to use the rainbow window,
Entered the place through the door:
Caught my husband in bed with a bowl full of somenthing
Looking like cereals
Soup
Eating quietly, a pair of chopsticks
Implanted in a noodles bed
With a spread of chocolate chips
Cinnamon whiffs enchanting
The air I was grasping...
Sheer delight.

It seems that football and beer is a  much More desired plan today
Than words spoken from the heart or wisdom... or art of the grey,
But what can I say?
I'm too passionate about it,
I can't give up...

Shadows of the past coming to remind me that once upon a time I was quite okay with everything...
As long as I was myself and I was mine not someone elses...

I guess I grew up and I prefer another path... Something that makes me feel complete... myself...