The Cloud Soaked Sky, Catullus

The Cloud Soaked Sky, Catullus

I see thee my Catullus, but I cannot bear to look upon thy gaze,

My love repels me and throws me into a terrifying maze.

The very sight of thee weakens me to my core,

I am drifting in deep waters, abandoned by my moor.

I cannot bear to lift my head lest thou art standing there,

I cannot endure to see the sight of thine ever scowling stare.

The pinched up anger in thine heart to hatred soon will turn,

To stoke the ever festering mess that thou dost always churn.

My heart is lost within this storm that thou hast cast on me,

I fight against the windswept pain and yet I cannot find my lee.

My soul despairs the loss of light beneath the cloud soaked sky,

And all the while this pain I know thou wilst fore’er deny.

Within my breast my heartbeat stalls when thou appear once more,

Ignoring thee dost crush my bones and defeats me to my core.

I was not born with will or whim to e’er from Justice cleave,

For love nor money ne’er shall I cause deceit and truth to weave.

The day will come when thee shall pass and enter the Gates on High,

By then too late for thee to purge the sorrow of thine lie.

The witch that lives within thy den shall turn to dust once more,

And on that day the wench shall learn she’s an amoral wicked whore.

Warrior Princess

The De Valera betrayal, Catullus

The De Valera betrayal, Catullus

And so it ends Catullus,
In the blaze and haze and dust filled lungs of Béal na Bláth,
The back pierced to the fatal end as traitors hail their misplaced grá,
Never again shall a song emerge to reach thine ears so black,
Those ears of tears who to thine friend, doth quickly turn their back.
And to thy shame thine acts sit loud before the throne of God,
For thou might think it all now dwells beneath thine oral sod,
But He above He knows the truth and ever shall thy crime,
Present itself before His Face and seek His righteous time.

Let’s see what He doth make of ye and all those slurs thou preach,

Thine false and fickle heart He’ll weigh beside thine sinful speech.

I have no fear that Justice yet shall rear her mighty head,

And though it might not happen yet, it will whence long I’m dead.

I wait with God in patience; weary and desolate though I be,

I know that God Himself alone the expounding truths can see.

I hope the yield thou reap, is worth the price thoust paid,

I hope the lies thoust told, are worth their weight when weighed.

For I know thou hast sown chaff and not the wheat you seek,

And thou hast proven yet again, thine love for me was weak.

Warrior Princess

I shall take out the trash, my Catullus

I shall take out the trash, my Catullus

Oh dear Catullus how my heart does ache,

When the bobolyne plays a game of piss-take,

Duping and deception, her perpetual game,

Your freedom of self, yet again she doth maim.

Setting you up in her web of lies,

Yet your inner wonder she doth continually despise.

Never embracing your marvel of grace,

Ever mendacious and straight to your face.

She inveigles and flatters and ensnares your will,

The helpless damsel is her poisoned pill.

I care not for her masks of gold,

I will forever shred her fraud untold,

She condemns and infects those that I love,

A devious depiction of me she doth shove.

I will stand tall and fight to the end,

For never shall I abandon those I defend.

Those that I love I will never betray,

Even if she manages to lead them astray

Hate me my love, if that is a must,

But this damned bitch, I’ll turn to dust.

Warrior Princess