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(Hypersigil Triptych destroyed by fire 2006. I'm no Austin Osman Spare but would imagine that is relevant. And all my other shit which didn't feel too magical at all...)
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My love walks a little hesitantly these days
With a slight limp
Not that you’d notice
Its from years of running away
From the real thing
Or something like it
And from standing too long on my own now
In the thunderstorm
As they walk away
A hand to hold
And a real smile
And boredom never kicking in
Or distraction
Or Pan playing that song
Yeah, you know the one I mean
“But if the real thing
Is only temporary
Say now girl
Oh won’t you follow meâ€
And lately I’ve been seeing
A lot of faces from the past
And the pedestal I had put them on
Has been put away at last
There’s a time and there’s a season
For magic and for reason
I’m glad to see they are well
And sorry I don’t feel it for them
No longer under their spell
Free to be bewitched again.
Just a hand to hold
And a real smile
Like time is running out
And talk of dieing on your feet
Rather than living on your knees
Yeah, you know what I mean
And if the real thing
Is only temporary
Say now girl
Oh won’t you say goodbye
[R.J.S 2007]
Sestina 4 Industro-Military Heartbreak :
Head and heart filled with hope
Tonight, goose-pimpling under your touch
Out there somewhere our betters orchestrated another war
And all around belief was disappearing
Freckles where what once was white
Your arms your love embracing
On the streets the views they are embracing
Led me to develop my own hope
That one day all the flags would be bleached white
By a glorious few hours of the sun's touch
And whilst the pompous colours were disappearing
Men would forget why they ever went to war
For the economy's sake we need another war
With our allies time's come for embracing
In 50 years the oil will be disappearing
Someone else's problem then we hope
For now we want the easy touch
And the limousine to be white
In the morning coffee, sugar, white
News comes of more victims of this war
How many more times must lives feel its touch
Funerals full of tearful embracing
Children born into a world without hope
Wonder if their own sanity is disappearing
Our supposed leaders' credibilty disappearing
The wash they're using on us whiter than white
Gone now any hope
Of real reasons for this war
Collective consciousness now embracing
A notion that democracy is beyond our touch
Too many nights now here without your touch
My mental image of you disappearing
Once unrequited, all embracing
Pure wedding dress white
Flag of surrender in the other war
That robs us of our hope
A touch so deft, a lie so white
Truth disappearing always in every war
Leaves us embracing whats left of hope.
[R.J.Shaw 2006 All Rights Reserved]