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I Walk Away From You - Poems by Sarah O'Gorman
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Sarah O'Gorman
Sarah O'Gorman is a writer from Ireland and Nigeria. Much of her work is concerned with the dream-life underscoring daily-life, and the individual quest to imbue recieved realites with magical mythologies in order to transcend totalistic and statistical capitalist 'truths'. Sarah lives in Amsterdam with her dog Goa which she rescued from the island of the same name following a trip to India. She has just returned from five weeks in Senegal where she spent time learning to make bead jewellery from street children. Currently, the young, self-described 'afro-celt' is working on a novel about the magic adventures of a single girl in a strange country.  
By Sarah O'Gorman
Published on May 23, 2005
 

I walked where the road was
I ran away where the danger was
I cried where the pain was
I lied where the fear was
and I died where the gun was...


I Walk Away From You - Poems by Sarah O'Gorman

I walk away from you

I re-approach my sanity

that entices me like sunshine

Golden rays of ultra-violet

peacefulness

 

Its good the climate here

in a life without you near

in a land less the fear

 

even the normally silent

cloud mountain raises

a sensous, slowly

silent cheer

 

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sunshine on the moon

an evening echo in the afternoon

 

he doesn't love her anymore

but she's opened a new door

 

smiling a song without a sound

its good to keep some laughter around

 

beauty is not the issue

tho beauty shred the heart-tissue

 

truth sits quietly in the back seat

while up-front falsehood flashes its teeth

cruising for something good to eat

 

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matters of time passed them by

life was in their breakfeast bowl

small wonders crossed their plainest paths

and always in the distance

a hymn was sung

 

endless blue skies held no rain

love's ebb and flow held no pain

water was wine and both were the same

when they were happy, then,

when they were young

 

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I walked where the road was

I ran away where the danger was

I cried where the pain was

I lied where the fear was

and I died where the gun was

 

I sang where the music was

I gave where the need was

I tried where the effort was

I fell where the failure was

and I helped where the hope was

until I sleapt where the dreaming was

 

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Taking a trip back,

all the way back, at the beginning

once upon a place and moment

how it was then

how you were then

worryless like a paperboat

sailing simply no-where

on an idle river

easy as a bouncing ball

natural as a waterfall

 

did you feel free when you were free?

did you call it innocence when

you had it?

did you spell it right when you

re-applied - in writing - for it?

 

listening back thru' the ages

wading in the pool of memories

digging down in the soil of experience

 it answeres you

 it answeres you

and takes you back

 

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Over there it seemed sweeter

purer water, cleaner air

Over there they seemed richer

wider smiles, far more fun

Over there it seemed quieter

plenty 'a peace, not a care

Over there it seemed better

bigger box, smaller loop

Over there it seemed clearer

less confusion, more direction,

Over there it seemed more solid

a sea of safety, wake-less nights

Over there it seemed warmer

no flake of frost, no drop of doubt

Over there it seemed further

closer to Essence, more divine

Over there it seemed to say

its all one step away

over there it seemed ...

while over here I stood

 

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Plant a seed, Paint a picture

collect clothes from cleaners

Fill in missing days on calender

take the maize-based nonsense

from the freezer

find a more reliable neighbour

give the library back its books

adopt a child charity case in

Southeast Asia

Fill your phone with more numbers

than stock exchange listing

in financial pages

pull out the plugs

dream a night in the dark

take up a hobby,

lay down suicide utensils

remember everyones birthday

and respect the pricelessness

of every struggling other soul

smile back,

agree away the argument,

re-trod the same path again

 calmly this time

re-set your watch to real time

try to be normal

dress a little formal

speak a little slower

speak a little less

say a little more

save for a rainy day

spend for a sunny one

experience the essentail

delete the detail

do a big favour

taste a new flavour

make the beds, clean the bath

feed the cat, walk the dog

charm them, disarm them

alarm them with the fierceness

of the fire simmering on the

left hand ring of the stove

in the soul,

stretch your legs,

swim with your eyes

 across a happy sky

summer-ize your spirit

and pin it to your sleeve

walk alone when there is no-one

skip hand-in-hand where there is some-one

expell the bedroom mice

learn to think twice

vacum daily

polite on Monday morning

up-right Saturday night

respect that all is one

accept that no one is all

listen to him, even if

he's saying so for the 176th time

help the needy, out-glare the seedy

empty all the ashtrays,

build a quiet soft temple

fix the flat tire

do something with your hair

sit on the four legs of the stool

wash the dishes no more than

two weeks after dining

sing to the sun louder than its

longest ray every morning

keep your temper loose your mayhem

bring them home, feed them up

 

...if you can, if you want