Everything i did for you
Is not enough
The sacrifice i bid for you
Is not enough
Everything I've been through
I'd do it again for you
Everything I've bled through
I'd do it again for you
The things that i would die for
Is not enough
The things they took my life for
Is not enough
Wanted me on the side walk
Fighting a psy-war
You are the one that i try for
is not enough...
Everything I've been through
I'd do it again for you
Everything I've bled through
I'd do it again for you
I stopped thinking about me
When i think about you
I stopped thinking about me
When i think about you
Everything I've been through
I'd do it again for you
Everything I've bled through
I'd do it again for you
Heartburn and indigestion most unpleasant.
I knew better but ate it anyway.
Have only myself to blame.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
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)
life’s precious fabric
unravelling strand by strand
Earth weeps
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 the privileged pay
To serve a greater master every day
To chant in droning tone of donkey bray
Exalt the sun when skies are dark and gray.
Thus, do they stand in line still begging bread
Convinced all will be well when they are dead.
John G. Lawless
©12/7/2022
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 to set me free
She sways beneath a dying tree
- a moonlit halo to attract me thither
My wishes granted to always wither
For She...
Ebon dressed this pearled enchantress
Too broken for love, devout to loneliness,
Her claws of dirt now usher my eyes
My final breath under this menstrual lit sky.
That rigid limb; now tightly strung
Closing bells of the Cathedral rung.
- Death is not too steep a price,
When blood is spent to pay for life.
The last petal fell...
When I descend in my Hell
A bullet for my thoughts as well
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 when the word entered my heart’s den,
but I had kept it shackled as captive,
for you to return my door was open,
from debris lost hope I couldn’t reprieve.
My yearning for you did not ever wane,
I did not want to see you hurt and sore,
but unable to bear long the heart pain,
did not know when the captive’s chain I tore.
In the open wound like a pinch of salt
from my spiteful mouth came out the word hate,
I ruefully confessed that was my fault,
but belated, for it had sealed our fate.
_____________________
January 29, 2022
Syllable count : 10 per line
Checked on PS Counter
Contest : Latin Lessons
Sponsored by : Margarita Lillico
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 can assuage the guilt I feel
At my atrocious betrayal.
It happened only once,
And I was drunk.
But that does not absolve me
From responsibility.
I cling to the hope
You will one day forgive me.
I love you.
20th October 2019
Crazy A's contest
Sponsor John Hamilton
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
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 little things
trigger
major reactions
that break our hearts
I had forgotten for a moment
You still need me to show you
how to express emotion
guiding
through turmoil
of a broken heart
I had forgotten for a moment
Mea culpa
je mi lito
lo siento
I’m sorry
Jscervenka 5/12/15
je mi lito= I'm sorry (Czech)
lo siento= I'm sorry (Spanish)
Written a week or so ago for my son with high functioning autism.
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 préserver
qu’aucun ange ne se brise plus les ailes
dans leur incompris
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...
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 he bought (I wonder what with) the lasses,
who (maybe) the Spartans had taken for their slaves. And he sent them back as daughters.
I even don’t want to think. Omnia mea mecum porto.
The future is theirs with their fathers in
disgrace.
Yes.
He had died before the court passed sentence
(so just) on the chest of the child.
And he says, “For all good thank the
gods”.
*All that's mine I carry with me – Latin
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 misery
and unravel your fear --
pieces of you,
that're not nearly risen ...
they'll make short work
of the inviolate rhythm of your suffering;
in the simple words of death,
-- forever
The sun sets in the southern sky,my feelings for you will never die!The lights so pretty how I
wish we could fly,I remember your body on the dresser that night,it drove me wild!Your face
and body was as a dream,your breast I wanted to scream!I love my life and I love you!I will
see you soon I promise you!All my love to my Georgia peach,a love so beautiful so sweet,a
blessing from above with a great spirit of love!!
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