Time Files by Theodora Oniceanu - HTML preview

Published on April 29, 2018

Publisher: Smashwords.com

ISBN: 9780463989142

“I would define ... the Poetry of words as The Rhythmical Creation of Beauty”

- Edgar Allan Poe (from The Poetic Principle)

Time Files

By

Theodora Oniceanu

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High Fidelity Feel

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!”

Heavy Light

Stuck in this sentence of two words you once spoke,

in a tongue I thought I should know

all secrets and meanings

then go...out there and explore

its factual beauties.

I struggle to become the whole I was shown

I can embrace and fight!...

~ I am having the beats of your light!

Now, while gathering the small bright particles of life,

I am making a promise to myself:

“I will keep this magic powder safe from the wrath

of the enemy inside!”

“-You go into fantasy! you go into that light!”

This reality’s darkness was making me mad!

You brought your love into this darkness of mine;

“I think I am the one who was right but felt wrong about it...

All ... this Time!”

~

A word of caution,

A spirit in need for a holy distraction.

I don’t want to pay attention to every detail of my feelings towards you,

Towards everything around

travelling with us while taking the opposite sense,

a different path to push us all

to the same old

dark grey

curtains

which cover and reveal a brilliance the gifted ones, bathe in

while playing on the beautiful

mysterious scene.

Autumn Tracks on the Spring Time Bowl

Light was wandering on the hill,

A promise I seal...

We can see a road and the tree

Through a filter made of tears

And I don’t agree

with us touching the spring of our fears.

Feel the acid in your throat,

the chemistry of your burning thought;

You are close to my soul without being near at all!

*

Three cigarettes and a bowl,

She eats her salad, ... very slow

a movement.

Scents promised to the air

telltale.

The hills are green

but wear the skin

of Gold;

The copper light is wandering on

the site.

She thought of mountains

blue and strong,

of high bright skies

with a trace of foam,

she heard the whisper of that morning’s Sun

when she left home.

Last night was cold...

When home, she felt

his spirit move around:

... release of a sound...

- not sold! -

She felt inspired and at peace

with everything within her being...

“And all was love and love was all they need”

The door shut loud!

Observing the autumn trees in the middle of spring,...

I am touching the bud of eternity!

“-Come back! You’re mine!”

he screamed.

The darkness’s swallowing his being,

she brings her light to him...

He touches the Spring: “-What am I seeing?!”

She felt they’re doomed,

“The bud of eternity has bloomed!”

Carrying the vision of a young man in her heart

And his lightning beam.

“-Come here! You’re mine!”

she dared.

The darkness of those days was about to end,

His bright light inspiring her being...

She took it in!

“Hold on, hold it in!”

*

My brain catches the beams of light;

That power inside

shows through the veil

I hide behind my sight.

An echo I seal;

I have become so un-Real!

I watch the arrows made of coal

“I have a goal!”

Before I know I am dissecting my soul.

I step aside,

The door has opened wide!

“-Pictures and words, put on a wall

to be shot at then left alone”

Lone.

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The table holds an ashtray on,

two pencils and a bowl;

She ate her salad, ... very slow

a thought …

Three cigarettes were smoking on,

in the middle of the ashtray

right next to the door.

A last call: ...

‘-Hold on!

“Hold It On!”

Light was wandering on...

This Soul’s Mushroom

“Blue is the colour of your faith,

Red was the spectre of our strength;

The shadow of our Love wears the colour of Truth.”

Three steps on the floor

waiting to be cleaned and stored

in her memory...

A long red haul: ...

The garden behind the mirror on the wall

was withering.

“-They need this purple water!”

She walked on high matter,

Whispering tales of the unknown theory of a bright ghost.

The bucket filled with water blue

met cinder glue.

She threw the water towards the mirror

watching it go through...

Blue-purple truth reviving the garden,

once so vulnerable,

ignoring their howl,

increasing the power within

and bringing up faith.

...

The hall was waiting to be cleaned,

all dust and cinder being stored

in memory.

... three shadows of his steps awaiting...

... on the floor...

They’re WhiteGold!

The Old New Love’s reborn!

...

“Red is the colour of my faith,

Blue was the colour of his strength;

The Three purple shadows of their steps

Are reflecting in the rapturous Truth

of their own reflection.”

*

Sleeping Pill

Words are spelling the right sounds

of the images

I need to understand...

I see... I generate...

emotion.

“- You’re not missing him!”

“- What’s the point in missing someone, now?

This won’t bring back but the memory

and a piece of his soul,

a bit of a spirit,

maybe a cup of mind...

(“I will have all the time in the world to miss him, right?”)

Memory to be cherished and loved,

Substitute for a feeling

once left to rot inside;

That something to return to

when I need to remember what I used to call

home

without ever feeling that I belonged

...there...

at all.

No progress in this

continual healing process

of hating

what one loves!

“-You’re not missing them!”

What would be the point in missing the ones who already gave themselves to me?!

They’re mine now! Forever to be...! with me!

“-You can feel them!”

This will bring back the memory,

A piece of soul, bits of their spirits

and maybe a cup of in-Sane mind!

A memory to be cherished and loved,

The substitute for a feeling left to rot in my soul...

Something to return to when too old

And tired of what I call now my home”

Shouting at myself:

“Without any feeling you cannot belong to them anymore!”

“-Hush...! They’re sleeping!”

Altered

Irises down,

The tree is high,

My mind hopes for a change in perspectives;

I’ll die before they release the synopses of this sky!”

Lying mirrors of mine

will you reflect the truth from within,

when I’m gone?

My reflection watches you

from the emptied glass of water, I broke...

Sometimes I yell at you loud.

There is no answer: “- What should I do now?”

Down on the streets of this small town, I’m losing

(behind)

I can see all of our people in need;

no money,

no feelings,

no hope.

-I feel misplaced.

Disillusion and fear

of tomorrow,

of a bitter end.

Lost Love,

Lost Credence,

I’m feeling like a dot in the middle of your sentence.

God knows I want to do something,

Help us get out of this state... of mind.

I take a turn and reverse

this sickening fantasy

I was dropped in;

It’s like a curse

we’re sometimes visiting

so, we can find, eventually,

the answer to our questions,

sometimes the answer to a prayer...

Down, in the middle of this grey sea of people

carrying on with their heavy legacy

of dark lies pretending to show the light...

The sun is burning my skin,

“Did you begin to bleed for your sin?”

I can feel its taste...

Making an effort to shine

my way through

this grey light that I read

...

“-Be On, all the time!

See everything around and inside,

you!

Take notice of...! observe

everything

and

everyone!

Consider every light...,

take care of yourself

(Love)

give and take,

: Passion and Love”

generate

Emotion,

Be

Pure Energy!

An enlightened spirit.

“Go on, do wrong instead of doing nothing at all!”

Is this the devil I’m hearing?

I want a taste of the sweetened sand,

A holy scent

And a spirit from high above

by my side.

It’ll guide me to our cold forgotten Pluton.

From there I’d see

the whole galaxy:

Shattered particles of a diamond

reflecting Life’s pasts we missed,

bits of our recurrent dreams,

to release,

chips to offer for our own relief...

I’d see the diamonds reflecting our lives

into the light of a Sun

destined to die...

Hard!

“-Go on! Do nothing wrong!”

The angel in me has spoken! Now ... He’s strong!

I was there, living into the memory of your needy children;

short money, less hope...

I couldn’t cope

with their lack of care and love

for each-other.

Cold blooded children I was seeing

Carrying on with their purposes,

Bunched together, they were the organized tea-leaves

of my peace of mind.

No feeling, no real meaning!

My faith was declined...

“Are they blind!?”

I was suddenly screaming: InCanDéscence!

They only coped with the season’s credence

“-Where is the Right Time!?”

I felt like the dot in the middle of a sentence.

The “If-s” of an adolescent

“What if...”

I feed on a dream

Then put my arms around this fission

and sing...

I have control over myself

and fusion with a Sun!

And if I were who I wanted to be

You’d be so much better!

than me.

A facet and its hanging portraits

Catching the orange warmth of our traits.

Why “if”...?

We cannot stop thinking about ourselves for a minute.

I try this hypocritical feeling;

We get to sign it,

The contract with the troubled yearning

lit! :

--by a candle on wet concrete-

“Well, if I could...”

They tore apart the good I left behind;

Searching now for a clue in the backstage of my mind.

“Perhaps...”

“If I were a man, I’d do much better!”

I’m closing the door to my room to secretly burn the letter

to You.

“Maybe... I would!”

And if you’d be my good to bare

I would keep you away from their dangerous care

[ for our ghosts]

only if...

If you care enough for your humans and their human values,

If still in love with what you are

Deep inside your God forgotten sorrows,

If you care for the trees,

For the laughter and the seas,

For the joy in your tears,

The old

that is new,

For what was good

Inside that Great You…

If you care for our cries, for the sorrowful lies,

For all mornings’ glorious pains;

If you still cared….

If you’re still there

For our suffering,

Our kind stares into the sun,

Making a living out of your hell!

Only if you care…

Velvet seeds

Drawing your time,

Illumination of the New Born;

They will bring happiness and joy!

Feel the truth that makes one fall

Into the infinity of Love!

A spot on the ceiling:

- Creating an oasis for those who crawl,

For whoever makes the run and struggles for the one

whose higher view

makes the tallest queues

grow small;

insignificant dew:

the meaning and purpose it gathers

you see and start wonder.

Charcoal stripes

Create a nightmare too sweet

For the ones who need to know the secret

behind this wall.

Diamond strikes:

“-This hurting love will make you stronger, my All.

“No more nightmares!”

We’re drawing New Times,

Illumination for the New Born

Who’ll bring more happiness and joy

To the ones who tell the truth and make one fall

Into the infinity of Love!

Gentle seconds

“His light was walking on the yellow-green grass”

Vanilla left your soul

During the night’s fall

into that Sun

which found its sounds

behind your curtain’s coal

clouds.

Yesterday’s sky was bright;

A brilliant light was warming the site

you are working on.

I am touching the scene

while curtains reveal

a divine setting:

“I’m dim!”

Vanilla’s surrounding your being.

I left your soul

During the night’s fall

into the Sun...

White Phoenix

Clouds expanding towards me

This morning looks so happy to be

The one which finds ourselves together

Sleeping away consciously our Second Life Dream

forever

to share with thee.

I look aside while swallowing the essence of my numbers’ night.

~

She’s wearing white,

Waiting for the car to take her out

For working late hours tonight.

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