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Mea culpa my child

Thou wert frail, frailer still thy fate,
Had reasons fair to feel nigh riled,
Your sad eyes sure had looked for me, 
O my ill-fated child.

I was too far to welcome thee,
My child, had little time to wait,
Get admired in father’s fond arms,
And ye left, gone from gate.

Helpless not to have held to heart,
Nor yet welcome thou

Mea Culpa

Living within the madness
the echoes come and go
Channeling everything left unsaid
in phrases yet to know

Time suspended, barriers down
the walls come crashing in
Each voice a memory which haunts sublime
—that unforgiven sin

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)

Mummy This Is Yummy

I am ready, big day today, my first meal,
And what I smell to my taste does appeal,
You have both been so busy preparing,
Love the deal that the three of us sharing.
Oh, it looks exciting, 3 bowls I see,
Never underestimate me,
Which one shall we try mummy
The orange one looks so yummy,
I’m in my chair, and wearing

Mea Culpa

life’s precious fabric 
unravelling strand by strand
Earth weeps

Mea Culpa

Who would praise a god of pestilence and death
make of the “grand inquisitor” their guest
while pounding “Mea culpa” on their breast
a fool’s concocted heaven as their quest.

While we add life to melancholy’s need
To scatter its unpollinated seed
Fearful of too long unquestioned creeds
That prey upon the weak to fill their needs.

For is it not the price

Mea Culpa

Glistering liquid midnight, whispered her pain to me
Oceans hissing as thoughts scream cruelty,
Bleeding evening; a Citadel by the sea
Strawberry scent by the pyre as fine could be.

For here I fell in love with her
Fleeting, my mistress and her purest lure,
Laden fantasies as she lulled me away
Erotic, poisoned nectar where her legs fully splayed.

A flaccid branch

Mea Culpa

One word I inadvertently let loose
from those I had kept in control for long,
the flamboyant ones I carefully chose,
over time with practice they became strong.

I did this after you came in my life,
we flowed in time in the usual way,
until we were struck by the surge of strife,
you had started to slowly stray away.

That was

Mea Culpa

MEA CULPA


If it is dirty, yours truly.
A child is crying, what did I do?
A cloud blocks the sun, must be my attitude.

A word said unkindly.
They must have learned from me.
For I am as unrespectful as only I can be.

A bit sad maybe?
Of course, that is my fault too.
I should know I have that effect on

Mea Culpa

MEA CULPA(CA)

It was an auspicious occasion;
The wedding of the year.
And, afterwards, the guests murmured 
Aaah!
When I told them how,
At our very first meeting
I had fallen for your allure.
So how, after so few years
Has everything gone awry?
How has love turned to anguish?
You don’t need to answer.
I know you have no appetency
For discussion.
The fault is mine alone.
Nothing

Mea Culpa

Sins of others may give pain with which I'm fraught

But don't cause me unceasing distress that lingers within

It's those things that I did but should not have, or didn't but ought

That nag me in the wee small hours and stay under my skin

Mea Culpa

Last night I heard you
through the walls
crying
and muttering some
It broke my heart

I had forgotten for a moment

Your world is not ours
your understanding
different
confusion is the normal state
it breaks your heart

I had forgotten for a moment

You have been doing so well
making new friends
independent
like everyone else
It healed my heart

I had forgotten for a moment

Life is still overwhelming
and the

Mea Culpa

traducere de: Angela Mamier Nache. 

aujourd’hui dieu m’a rappelé à lui
m’a grondé comme un père en me disant
qu’un ange s’est foulé les ailes en volant
parmi mes mots et je jure que je ne l’ai pas voulu
et dieu m’a cru sur parole
après il m’a rendu tous les mots en retour
et il m’a dit gentiment de les

Amore Ut Esses Mea De Vitae

Amore est vitae et vitae est
Imperati de tu mea sensus
Fide, et tu fide est obrizus
AMORE, MORTE, INCALESCO
Ignibi de inferos, immergo foras tu ego!

Non Ego, et tu?
Amore vitae mea, abseni...

Omnia Mea Mecum Porto

Bias, one of the Seven, take up neither (when the Persians arrived) an arm
such glorious like the Seven for Thebes, 
nor a book full of wisdom of now.
No.
There is a talk he said, “Omnia mea mecum porto”,
as every beggar says and left (in 
hidden) 
the burning and in ruins turned town. 
There is a talk

Mea-Culpatterns

in Cezannes colour of blue ...?
think it through and feel it out;
yes, if it's under-understood,
it'll be over-stated and over-the-top --

It'll bring restraint 'round the
swelling of that
voice inside, which shudders
to jab with the tongue --

It'll watch
for dissonant growls
and raucous rants
all diseased by your need to disagree...
between your terminal-shadow of despair,
where your dark inadequacy lingers,
it'll dismantel your

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