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. 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
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