Broken verbs

     
    I already regret that I was weak under the burdens of fierce moments of Destiny-screaming, and I let go: His visions of the Prophet for this aimless, bribing Age are all cut off and remain witnessed and rabbit-hearted all the time – you tread out! In the home of squeaky souls, I had to hide my righteously: I immediately raised my head to the promising encouragements of false promises and empty voices, and in vain I began to believe for sure! Where is the imaginary Future today?
     
    I interrogate the murderous, melancholy Silence! Are the already laddering weed-sawing hands sawing the ladder of possibilities and hanging in the air between strained, cheap intentions, a yawning chasm below me! I would put my already incredible yet stubborn head in the Eden lap of someone who wants to comfort me, and I would confide the legitimate complaints of Being together with con...

Too much oven

Infection with love, dangerous,
Obsession to get cured,
Regret follows,
Trapped for there seems to be no way out of here,
Enjoy All your wars, all your sorrow.

Courage to live it, punished,
It is only for the chosen, those who fought,
Only everybody's fighting
For what they want.

Sweet and tenderly you came
To declare all your wishes,
My commands_

Making love powerful.

© All rights Reserved Theodora Oniceanu

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the dog is here again 

a wolf really

the bear is now here

a man really

Allusion

In which allusion of light
Who is that?
Calling me
Come back, come back.

In the dark the birds in all groups
fly in the direction of the light unfurling their wings
with millions of hope is in the chest
Who is that?
Calling me
Come back, come back.

Look back at midnight towards the direction of the light
Sailless boat in the middle of the river
The way days pass by on hoping for hope
Awaken the addiction of receiving
Who is that?
Calling me
Come back, come back.

Unspoken words

What was to say, was not said
What was the way to go on, was not gone
What song was to listen, was not listened
What was to awake in the world, was not awakened.

In this way aimlessly, the days have gone
While passing by, said something in the ear
I think that always, and it makes me sad.

What was to see, was not seen
What was to learn, was not learned
What was to understand, was not understood
What was to search, was not found.

BE EXPENSIVE

This word came as a hit  to my soul,             

  without knowing why so, 

    been stuck  in the hole, 

      with nothing to hold, 

        thoughts  flying through the mind,

          but able to caught one to behold. 

            It came as a pure whisper, that save me through a loophole. 

       In my distressed moment I heard the  word

saying..

          " BE EXPENSIVE."

Been begged to be loved, 

not minding the heartbreak  it cause, 

giving more of myself and still end up with  less. 

Trying to be cheap and forgot i was

brough...

The Breath Is the Anchor

To flow is to move through the ocean with the currents
Never resisting or creating friction
Going with the flow
Moving fluidly through the water 
The Flow, the Tao, the Lethani

The breath is the anchor 
A way to find your mooring 
Even when you’re soaring 
The breath won’t hold you back 
It unreels an infinite slack 

Anchored in space
In time and place
The metronome within 
Breathe out, breath in

We are all energy flowing through patterns we cannot see
Patterns in the sea
That which moves both you and me 
When caught in them we’re free
Paradoxically 
In the flow 
In the zone 
Finally home

You.

Let me have your body,

Let me hold the way as he used to,

Or Let me touch it the way I just want to.

Don't worry I won't harm you,

I am here just to protect you,

Let me kiss you or may I just tie you behind and see you in pain,

Maybe I am just having fun to watch you like this,

But wait it does hurt me inside to watch you getting hurt by your man but don't forget you was once mine,

It was just as if you left me behind in midst of crooks which mad me turn in a devil like you.

1st Entry

Love grows and gets lost as it goes
Short is its bloom
Crumbles as a withered rose


 

Strange philoshopy

     
    You can measure yourself to southern star stars, octopus hairy amoebas - You were created as a human, so use your head consciously and think! The iris of your existence feels back and always returns to its corpse, and because you always know: As a sore tumor, your consciousness grows in you so that you can leave memory traces behind you! Who else can perish with you if you suddenly go and get over there - if at all - what kind of otherworldly damn non-existence ?! "Your orphanage, too — may have become more conscious, in which you cherished the Hailing Hope as the eternal treasure of Hope, and as a hanged Man on a rotting tree branch — even with a confident face on the handshakes of Sensitive Gaze!"
     
    You can know that even without you, Being will gradually steal your gift-graces, and yet in your heart there is an unconditional, p...