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Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Chaos, Catullus













Chaos, Catullus

Here in the middle mists of life,
I find confusion my dearest friend.
It creates a fountain of painful strife,
As hours with it I seem to spend.

I’ve crawled inside my soul and died,
It’s cold and grey and bled me dry.
I crawled in here in distress to hide,
It crushed my heart and made me sigh.

My heart’s a shrivelled seeping mass,
Greenish grey with the growing blight.
It writhes upon a bed of glass,
It cannot end this eternal night.

Mi Catulle what a mess you’ve made,
Indifferent in the steps you take.
My heart and soul you’ve ever flayed,
Their weeping chaos is in your wake.

Warrior Princess

Mi Catulle













Mi Catulle

I need to get off this merry-go-round
It’s driving my sanity into the ground.
I need to alight onto terra firma,
To return to ice from this state of magma.
I need to feel the hard cold air,
To put away the sun and all its fair.
I need the rain to drive me home,
To destroy the path I currently roam.
I need the waves to wipe me away,
To return hither, the laoch to stay.
I need the wind to bite my soul,
To bore so deep and extract the hole.
I need the clouds to envelop me,
To drown my lungs in a sky-felled sea.
I need the snow to bury me deep,
Into my heart its icicles seep.
I need the thunder to crack my crown,
To fry me up and flatten me down.
I need to bang my head to the floor,
To blind myself and see no more.
I need to flee my virtuous leman,
Mi Catulle, from you I’m ran.

Warrior Princess

Thursday, July 12, 2018

Skelfs and all else, Catullus













Skelfs and all else, Catullus

I just want to spend every moment with you,
It’s about your presence, not what we do.
I just want to sit here as you chat,
And to finish the confabs that we’ve begat.
I am stupidly happy through the hours we spend,
But the hours we don’t, drive me round the bend.

I want to keep you all to myself,
The intruder becoming another skelf.
Let no other soul interfere
For its only you I want to hear.
Woe be with who fails to abide,
Or those who refuse to step aside.

I just want to hold you ever close,
It’s the ruin of my soul and makes me prose.
I want to enshroud you in my soul,
For there I know you’ll make me whole.
I want to protect you from the ills of the world,
From all the abuses it has ever hurled.

I want to make you ever mine,
To stand beneath the light you shine.
To renew our hearts when we renew the day,
For this Catullus I do ever pray.
What the hell am I to do?
Dear Catullus, I haven’t a clue!

Warrior Princess


Peril, Catullus










Peril, Catullus

Don’t ever try to handle me,
I do as I please,
So let me be.
At your peril this line you’ll cross,
I do as I please,
I am my boss.
Don’t ever tell me what to do,
I’ll call your bluff,
It’s you you’ll screw.
At your peril these words ignore,
I’ll win the clash,
Of that be sure.
Don’t ever back me to the wall,
I will stand,
You will fall.
At your peril, dear Catullus,
For fail to heed,
And I will cuss.
Don’t ever think you know my mind,
It makes you look foolish
And awfully blind.
At your peril me try to mould,
Fairly sharpish
You’ll feel the cold
Don’t ever think I’ll be good like thee,
I do as I please,
So let me be.
At your peril your power toss,
I do as I please,
I am my boss.

Warrior Princess

Sunday, July 8, 2018

Olympus, Catullus













Olympus, Catullus

I cannot lift your soul from Rome,
Nor dear Catullus, can I ever loiter there.

I cannot ever leave this hole within the heavens,
Nor dear Catullus, bring you here to hold within my arms.

I cannot be more than the wisp I am,
Nor you Catullus, but the swain you are.

I cannot grasp the time or place or date,
Nor you Catullus, this eternal endless space.

I cannot whisper soft and gentle words,
Nor you Catullus, hear but more than ghastly gusts.

I cannot walk or talk or breathe,
Nor you Catullus remain perpetually null.

I cannot bear to see her head upon your chest,
Nor you Catullus with hand upon her hair.

I cannot help but try to shake her course,
Nor you Catullus but try to save her being.

I cannot but ever feel remorse,
Nor you Catullus ever feel but grief.

I cannot remain my love so close,
Nor you Catullus bear yet further us apart.

I cannot me from death untangle,
Nor you Catullus save me from this breath.

Warrior Princess

Despair, Catullus













Despair, Catullus

Despair is the nine-tails, with which we scourge our minds,
Dejection, his lover, our ever constant pain.
Renounce us, rebuff us, reject our very breath,
Your cannons cannot reach us, we’ve sank beneath their depths.

Sorrow is the rapier, upon which we bore our chest,
Regret, her lover, our ever faithful ache.
Deny us, discard us, eschew our very heart,
Your lances cannot reach us, we’ve moved beyond their stretch.

Melancholy is the sackcloth, within which we tear our skin,
Despondency, his lover, our ever stable wound.
Afflict us, annoy us, torment our very mind,
Your swords cannot reach us, we’ve left them all behind.

Love is the chevalet, upon which we carve our hearts,
Devotion, her lover, our ever ardent pang.
Anger us, enrage us, enflame our very soul,
Your maces cannot reach us, we’ve soared beyond their toll.

Despair, and sorrow, and ever pensive ‘choly,
Renounce us, rebuff us, reject our very breath.
Dejection, regret, and ever sombre ‘spondence,
Deny us, discard us, eschew our very heart.

Love is the chevalet, upon which I carved my heart,
Catullus, my lover, my ever ardent pang.
Angered, enraged, enflamed by our soul,
Your rancor finally reached us, we’ve fallen down that hole.

Warrior Princess

Friday, July 6, 2018

Sins, Catullus













Sins, Catullus

Oh let us both not quibble,
Over the rights and wrong of sins,
Of whether I’m a sibyl,
Or thou the slave of jinns.

I shall trade my trinkets,
Thou thy venom’d air,
To save thee blowing thy gaskets,
And I from breathing quare.

Thou shalt feel the pain,
Of exodus from within,
I have nought to gain,
Except thy heart to win.

Dispose of aught I shall,
To see thee smile again,
To boost thy soul’s morale,
To hear thee say, Amen.

Oh let us both not fight,
Over our ever human faults,
Let us both these divils smite,
Release them from their vaults.

I shall make a prayer for thee,
To help thee on thy way,
To set thy body free,
To rid thy soul of grey.

Thou shalt hate me evermore,
As demons thou shalt fight,
But this Catullus, I do implore,
Stay with me through the spite.

Dispose of years I would,
To hold thee in my heart,
For by thy side I’m stood,
From here I’ll never part.

Warrior Princess