With the waves a sea encounter
A spectre of eternal tides
Swallowing my hollowing pride

Private Party next door,
My Pen ready to commit ******...
Joy of life though not a sin
For them everything a Joy spin.

Dance! Dance and live your passions
As you are! Dance... But please, leave me alone with my poetry and my soul.

A picture hanging on the wall, a desk and two black curtains
falling down to the floor;
The full moon hides behind rainbow clouds,
stories of that yesterdays' sun
written
metal sounds
and two drops of heavy dew.

... Sighs ...

I was circling your thoughts,
they were mine
to wonder about
and make them shine
all the way
through the spirals of our times.

... wishful sighs ...

A picture hanging on the wall, a flower on the desk,
two black curtains falling down
and up the full moon staring...
An almost hidden by rainbow clouds
love for that yesterdays' sun...

The two drops of heavy dew
are reflecting into the floor.

© All rights Reserved Theodora Oniceanu

You hurt me deeply, I confess
Uh, Uh! My mistake! 'Twas my mistake!
In this world not finding a place
Uh! Uh! My bad ugly mistake!

You attacked I countered you
And put you down, almost killed you,
Uh! Uh! My bad, bad ugly mistake!
Please! Pardon me!
(but only if you can)

Now I' m a raven, I'm a crow, I'm the unwanted in your home!
Uh! Uh! My bad, finally true!
Please, pardon me!
I won't ***** you! I'm much better than you!

You Hurt me really bad
Out of confusion, out of your sad sad days...
Oh, oh! My bad!
Have all your days happy or sad,
I'm out of this!

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.

You regret being born
                                                which means
                               I
                                                with regrets
Made a great mistake.

"red pants
burning bottom
soft cream prescription."

"pantalonasi rosii foc
dos colorat
prescriem crema."

"les pantalons rouges
quel bel cul ardent
douce creme prescrite."

So I said: Her eyes were pure,
Her Soul: Too cruel
To let you cry.

Left your home for something better in return...
Yet she is the only one to know
About that soul,
Alone.
Fought for what's to fight for!
Life!
Found her way with no full understanding of the price to pay.
Still some questions left
Behind.
Still thoughts linger in my mind!
Relief ...can't find a spoken answer
to all that!

So, you see: Here eyes are pure
Yet still that soul too cruel
to let me cry...
Until all illness died.

© All rights Reserved Theodora Oniceanu

"A rocket cloud is burning with elegance its Golden dust
Received from the sun's caress over a dolphins act of endearing trust."



A hidden arm wishes to grab
A dolphins rocket science cloud,
It glides to bring it back to seas
From were the sweetest chime escapes.

The hidden arm sends messengers
To call the dolphin back to depths
Of seas not Poured but well conceived
In silent moves before night fall.

As part of one blue canopy
Takes hold of Children keeping hopes
Up in their heads the learning path,
Down with long hours loved in heart
The dolphin new homes finds.

And so the dolphin that escaped
The seas of clouds raining no state
Of blight and tearing moments shine
Finds waves of hearts to take him high.

Up in their heads, the learning path,
Down in their hearts the love He hath
For Children living with souls true
Dreaming of rocket clouds of a Dolphin's blue.

Roman, you threw me to the serpents this time!
I hate you!
Why did you have to do that?

This is getting obsessive...
I'm sure you don't want to be forgotten but this?

Really... I hate you!

I'm too stupid for your orders to ****,
'******* with your brother, your uncle, your dad...
Or I'll ******* with all that. "
No, thanks, so very romantic of you,
Yuch!
Could you be more of an Infection to this world?
Wonderful your Princess of ****.

Somehow people see her as a lady
Oh, well she did something well with her life.
And now she is superior, I suppose
She can send me to the **** she wants,
Your Princess of a ****!
"******* with your past and family" and all that.
Oh, no! I am going to be impressed with all that.
'cause I always saw her as the very smart
To follow
Oh, no! God rescue us all!
I don' t want to take orders from your Princess of a ****.

If I trust you
Then you trust me
And you trust nobody
But I end up trusting everybody
Because of your lack of trust
In me who trusted you

Nothing

If I say I trust you
Then you say I don't...
And I don't say I didn't
But you proved me wrong
So I can be right for a change...
But the change lies in the will
And my will said I didn't...
No, I don't, I just don't...
I can finally trust you.

There's something about you,
Something of divine origin
Giving you the right to say filth of others!

There must be something of divine origin
About you, about you one would hear,
Know you can make of the noble filth,
Only filth covering them, still they're gold,
Gold to remain what they were, always.

There's still something about you.
Some made ruby rings out of you,
others went for diamonds
and diamond creators make spring come back again
Into your heart falling for stones
Rocks to dazzle and blind eyes and hearts of the jealous!

Don't mess with my rocks shining! They tend to blind you.
Watch instead the dozen roses murdered on your bed,
Think of the only precious nature that gave you your life back
In those times of sound crush, crashing against your enemy-friend
Educated perfectly well: He called for the ambulance.
ambulance saved your life. He brought you red roses.
You thanked with a faint smile. He lied that they were pale against your ruby lips.
You asked then for a diamond ring.

He brought you a ruby one claiming that you already had two diamonds instead of eyes.
A pretext offering a later escape from the duty to bring you new flowers.
You know, your skin ... the touch of a fresh flower petal... only yours was going to become immortal
'Cause you're a saint... and that's why... that's why he left....
He couldn't take it anymore
He needed some other kind of a best friend...
Someone with the ruby red lips real instead of his good lie told back then
When he thought he'd love you the same for more than an eternity.

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

In which ditch should I waste this flesh
For you to feel superior?
On which street to make a fool of myself?
Why not Satisfy all your 'highness's evil wishes
And be the lousiest there is?
Saint garbage, saint crap, saint ****...
Saint all the ****** and ****** people making of you
The greatest and most loved.

Garbage, garbage,
Trashing lives,
All recycled, changed, undermined
A demon' s wishes...
To keep all this garbage
In real life.

Garbage, saint garbage
Producer of honey in your lives.

Saved by a Phd.
A drunk in a puddle of rose petals,
An honest worker, a fellow mate,
Someone you didn't know too well but can respect,
A lost poor soul or an idiot knowing much more...

How did you treat her? And what about him?
Is it okay? How do you feel?
Here, take a little happy return of a favour
Made from a friend to a friend.

A poor soul lost, a friend or the enemy,
A rich, perhaps famous or a leech,
A **** or a perfectly aligned stich
For the society we live in...
So said the vow, so spoke the law...
Now what can I say?
It may end up okay for everybody.

To have everything you want,
Know what you want and achieve it,
Know how;
To be invincible and happy
Happy with the term of your achievements.

What for? I ask once more: what for
Is it for a better life?
What for? What for?

SeeKing for a miracle,
What the kind,
What the kind?

Maybe you will never understand why...
Because there is too much pride, too much pride,
Even in your childish games.
Too much pride: lovely.

Loner of the planet
Where dreams give way to musing,
Flemditation and Jarvoy,
Living with Jhello made of peppers, hot,
Loons scouring cobbled city streets
Frankenfood
Well treated with modelparse wine,
Reflecserve chortling along in
Hollogramorphing
phenoflutes;
Plan to watch a mockumentary,
broken by the doorbell -
A fairy telegram:
Invite to brunch
From Trolly,
Best friend, the only,
One to teach me
How to use my spork.
Glad to lose the smog of this morn,
I dress-up cheching the mirror:
Great a fit of my suithalf.

Perfumed filth,
Even better than I expected,
Now I can bear living with myself,
This body of mine!
Uuh! AH! Fuzz!
Face needing a Venetian mask...
I tried to make one but it turned too small
To cover this face, this lovely face of mine.

Uh! Ah. With so many famished souls out there,
Famished souls looking for *****
To carry the load.
Eat the load, eat the stack of something something good,
Kiss the moons and the stars say: Whoop!
The stars say: "Whoop, Whoop!"
Praise the walk,
The **** walk.
Today I fell in love with the spring,
The spring of Joy in the air,
Flower buds and little Shy leaves
Coming out to embellish the trees.
"Who's sexier now?"

Whoop! Whoop!
Spring of Joy in the air,
Whoop Whoop,
Famished for ***** stare.
Even Sven got out of his spleen.
Whoop, Whoop!
Spring of Joy in the air.

"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

Helped regret all my acts of kindness,
Tell beauty, if you like...
Now I wish I were dead...
Lesson learned? Duty call
For my reaction isn't forlorn.

Stupid all my prayers,
Perhaps a curse will work much better...
For that better world imagined, so longed for.

How could I not support her, the one who helped me so.
And they say I needed my medicine.
She cures it all.

Oh, yeah. I wanted you to be a ****** miserable *******!
Just like me.
That's why I fought,
That's why I loved,
That's why I worked,
Struggle to find a better path...

That's why I fought...

Or go and live in Hell...

As your ask for forgiveness
                Sounds like a menace:
                                          Keep dreaming.

Left behind when disrespectful,
Leaving you behind as you couldn't respect me.
Departing...
We should respect each other
If there is anything to respect.
If you can't just find your way
Away from me.
And sirens
Sirens call
Sirens work...
But only God knows,
God sees...
Gods and godesses...
Why not Forgive them?
Can you forgive them?

I came to the conclusion that this problem
I'm to you
Needs to fight.

I was proud with my God!
I was living with my God!
I was... Remembering.

I am surrounded.

In my imagination
I am surrounded by your love,
In my imagination I'm only too deserving
To love and to be loved!
There is no better gift
On Earth or elsewhere...

In my imagination there's nothing to be blamed for,
In my imagination we didn't do anything that bad
Because I simply can't remember....
I can't remember... destroying your heart...
With an ugly truth I couldn't take,
You wouldn't listen
And that is good... You were only a child...
And I was only too weak a human;
I tripped and fell,
Told you only of the good lies out there,
The ones we all fight for:
Money, love and Fame!

Fantasy to blame here.
Fantasy.
To be blamed the fantasy...

I let you see!
I let you know!
I let you enjoy...
We laughed together but we both know,
We wanted the best out of it,
This life!
It is as simple as that.

In my imagination I know only of love,
That love of pure and beauty that doesn't stink on the skin,
Does not come from the filth within
On which I keep adding more and more...
Each day more...

Filth that I spice and cook well,
Filth that I season and make smell and look good, taste good until...
Time runs it stale then adds what it takes to make it dry or putrid.

What air can inspire this life we have taken!
Every day
Trusting my inner swarming monsters to eat all filth,
Dead or alive.

In my imagination there can be only good,
There's only the accomplishment of our dreams that were always too pure
(pure filth is how I feel now. A cruel talk on purity, I know)
I'm sorry, my Child, I tried it all...

In my imagination there is no blame to feed
And if I am that blamable
I Will just proudly take the guilt!
In my imagination we didn't do that bad,
It could have been too wonderful
But I couldn't remember all that.
It is as simple as love, sweet love!
Salty and well spiced love
Burning just right.

As simple as that
My heart given to you
As I loved you for all the light you brought
Coming tears and laughter of joy
Or clouds cluttered with blight.

It is as simple as that!
In my imagination I escaped an ugly past
Coming with some magic within that couldn' t last,
My brain was stronger,
For this I won't regret
All the **** and rescue made.

In my imagination I managed to be
That good wife, that good Mother,
And Yes, the Lover your dad needed... I needed...
We were so young...
We sinned,
We lived in a perfect dream
(for each heart a loving dream)
For each heart a loving dream...
That's how we brought you in our lives...
We wanted to know true love
You... The miracle, the reason to keep being alive!

The treasure under our eyes.

No! I didn't see your godly choice to poor me for any of your devils.
Miracles? We must betraying and you must live!
Oh! Lord! But I wasn't such a great hypocrite!!.!

So... How to learn to leave behind that which is the gutter
The gutter nobody wants to see,
Nobody wishes to deal with,
Nobody cared...
How to leave it behind,
As they all want their gutter,
They all need their gutters
To stay the same,
To go to decay,
Real jewels to stop shining,
To make them feel alive and important.
To make them superior and glorious,
Victorious...

No! I didn't see your godly choice to poor me for any of your devils.
Miracles? We must betraying and you must live!
Oh! Lord! But I wasn't such a great pest and a hypocrite!!.!

It seems that we are all given the right to live,
Live with some natural disorders,
Live with some natural shames
So we can learn there is no shame in being ashamed and shameful...
It seems that We're all given this right to hold some natural disorders
And we all know how natural all of them can be.

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.

Times when we need to have fun,
A way of asking for help...
A way to look
For the right path to take.
Times when a heart needs to be saved.

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...

There is so much poison running in your veins,
If only you knew, how much poison,
You'd be amased, amased you would be,
You, poison.

And there's so much of a cell
Walking, tall or small, running for your love!
Running for all your love,
Your heart and soul,
Running.

Save the world,
You poison,
You Angel,
You soul.
Promise of a new world,
Promise of a new world awaits.

Clean imperfection,
Clean and show and clean,
Like the roses in a ***
Of Champagne for a corpse,
Like the roses petals
Told "You will survive"
Well, in my heart and soul,
May you find another excuse to lose a good soul,
May find another way to lose control,
May you save the world that's to save.

May you know love that's forgiving,
May you never touch me with the soul
Losing my faith.
May I never be wrong.

So, now I have to hate you!
Okay, whatever you did was probably brilliant,
Your god will be proud of your grip, of your heart,
All your knowledge...
Oh love!

Whatever you did you did it to help me,
Twisted some ways of learning the truth,
Friendship can last only for a minute
And a minute means a lot more than I had hoped.

So, now I have to hate you!
Okay! Your game was brilliant!
Your gods must be so proud of you, your heart,
Your strong grip, your sorrowful end... a wile.

I'm sorry that you had to Save me!
This is just something that you do,
Out of your duty and good heart,
One though must be deserving.
I'm sorry you had to take the trouble to Save me...
This life you wouldn't appreciate, I assure you.

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

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

If one could read all the many stories
The past has to tell about her,
About him,
About them,
About things.

She lost her life,
Redemption was brought to her,
She built a life and had a child,
She lost a baby
But life somehow brought it back,
Brought him back,
Brought her back...
In all your travels may you see
All the soul and souls you could love
And the things you couldn't take
But tried to accept,
See the value in it,
Get yourself out there where you belong.

There is no mistake greater than not SeeKing the path to Redemption of your own soul, love...
Even if hurtful, sometimes...
Without the sun in your eyes and the moon and the stars,
Without the people you can't enjoy...
Somehow making it for the better world
That has all the right to live well.

But I am looking for my soul,
I'm a wanderer, a seeker, a retriever,
A believer, someone who creates...
Someone who was suddenly there,
Being on the path, trying to make meaning of her life,
And I am there, where I can hear
The Rage,
The rage
Suffering united can produce!
All the Rage our suffering united can produce!

From that Rage: live!
Crush things down, they loved their lives, it's their lives!
Crush things down, they loved their lives,
But I don't want their lives to live, I want to build mine.

Shush, don't get yourself out of this,
Hush, don't mind what is only his
Now that he took what you will miss
Forcing your bliss, forcing your bliss.

Shush, Shush, don't you get out of Hell,
Hush! Hush, one must remain a shell.
(Stare into Horizons to sell)
Your heart craving to live and dwell,
You say farewell, you say farewell.

Don't rescue yourself, hush, darling,
Hush, don't you flee like a staring,
Listen to those demons snarling,
Save a sparkling, Save a sparkling.

Good luck with all those worlds of yours,
Perfect little worlds in which one can't change anything,
Your lives were perfect.
Your lives were perfect!
Oh, you poor things!
Your lives perfect:
May you have your great miracles.

Kiss of death,
                           A touch of renewed life.

Heart of shattered dreams,
Illusions on all screens: Possibilities screams!

Heart of mine, broken, blue,
                                               cry for the love lost.

For the pride of your greatest, the mightiest,
                             your beloved.

Admiring your strength, your truth,
                                                             in times of loneliness, no despair,
Heart of darkness, heart of wishes, desires and hopes.
                             Melting away,
Giving life to a soldier,
                                      worthy.

What to do for you, dear?
Do deserve your kingdom, of broken hearts, loose, lovely!

Fake happiness, turning into a real miracle,
Your soul says it all, there's no need of cruelty call.

Life to create out of nothing, out of shame, out of something...
Examples to take.

"Did I expect anything else from you?
How dared I?"
(to know, to care, to hope)
Believing was probably my greatest mistake,
Not
"Problem causing distress
                                          more agony .(?).
Sure!"

Bring it on, ready for one more fight?
Yes, I was trained right!
Do I care?!

Heart of shattered hopes,
Illusions, dreams and lores,
Realities for people to live.
Humans to love...

Did I expect anything better from you?
(For my own sake)
                                 I hope I did not!

I believe that you know what you can do with your preparatives
           For me and whatever you're preparing for me
                        As I have learned now of the feelings
                                  Of beautiful and wonderful
Anyone would just love to live
                                                 Towards me and my kind!
You had everything one wishes and longs for,
Fights for... kills or would ****....

More ***** more food!
Yummy!


And now I (should be so happy)
Yummy Yummy happy!

But when on war Chocolate is too hard to find and women all around
Eat one another
As men do

And when one needs only a can of hot soup to help them go through the day
It means they were extremely trained.

And when one needs only to Sleep somewhere clean and finds that place one feels like a King.

Coming out,
First shyly then standing proud
Against the winds and Sunshine,
Coming out the pores,
each dermal papilla excited
Producing hair germs,
Arrector-pilli muscle stretching on,
Hair follicle sending cells to a transcendence,
Hair shaft show off.