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The People You Were Going To
Your father has just left your mother,
gone off to live with his latest lover:
she sits there, just staring.
You've got to get back to your own flat
because the atmosphere in there is
so bad you can't bear it.
And the people you were going to America with
just left on the dawn 'plane
without you.
The people in the downstairs flat
are no longer there now, because they
left the gas tap on: they're all dead.
So you've no-one left to talk to,
you just lie there, in melancholy,
half-naked on your unmade bed.
And the people you were going to Africa with
just left on the Southern Star
without you.
Now the haze that's been forming
round your window-panes
is protracted and poisoned,
and you cannot feel a portion
of the world outside.
Can you imagine the way you'd feel
if all these things had happened to you
and the doctor says you're dying?
That is the way that I feel now
on finding that your love belongs
to someone else, and not I...
My chance of heaven has just blown away
upon a passing cloud, and there is nothing
that I can do without you.
The Boat of Millions of Years
Horus, the son of Isis, lay in the marshes of Buto,
poisoned by Set.
She called out to the High God Ra to kill this evil,
so that her son may live yet;
casting aside her present fears, she called out
on the boat of millions of years....
Ra came and saw, and stopped the sun until he had
cured the life of the innocent.
Horus the Good lived in the North,
in lands of fertility and beauty;
But Set stayed in the hard desert,
to him belonged all drought and perversity.
While he sheds his tears beneath
the boat of millions of years.
He fights to kill the Hawk,
bearing with him evil and darkness;
but Horus lives with the Sun.
Forever the battle rages, evil tries
to kill the innocent baby,
and only Osiris, the Lord of the Dead,
can eventually save it.
So we must cast aside our future fears
and call out on the boat of millions of years:
the God of Love is on our side, and with him
we shall not die - there's life in the Sun!
Only in violence is the cause lost;
in peace, grey Set can't kill our baby of love.
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W.
Life is an endless succession of waves...
you're happy/you're sad,
and you don't appreciate the good times
until you're in the bad:
you wake up one morning... w...
and you're twice as unhappy as you've ever
been before in your life.
You wake up, go to the window and see smoke
billowing across the lawn.
You pick your feet up, drag yourself downstairs
and you're gone....
You wake up, look to your left but you see
no reassuring head.
You stay in bed all day;
at six o'clock you realise you're dead.
Firebrand
Sunday night, twelve weeks before winter,
the world is in a smoky haze.
Suddenly there appears a rider in the East,
brandishing flame.
He rides on into the wintry darkness,
and brandishes his flame like a spear;
below him there races his ghost steed,
draping the night in fear.
His steed strains as he reaches out over the reins
and hurls his flame at the West.. .
the mountains dissolve in fire
and he races through them, screaming:
'I ride an icy stallion,
fire at each end and poison at the centre -
you won't hear my words as I scream into the darkness:
his plans are like a firebrand,
his plans are like a firebrand!'
Njal, beware!
Heed the words which emanate from Hildiglum.
Ferret and Featherbird
Time has come between us:
in the passing months I've felt you slip away
as your words and mine came like nursery rhymes
till there was nothing left to say.
Distance came between us long ago,
as our memories faded away...
over the miles I ceased to smile
because nothing felt the same.
That's how it seemed a week ago,
far off in time and space.
Time and distance are between us now,
they form a bond to make things sure.
Nothing ever shatters,
you know what happens:
time and distance make a love secure.
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