Walk Away

 

Don’t just look at me leaving!

Your eyes like a silly puppy,

like that beaten up child,

this glance of powerlessness and abandon,

this glance that says I wish but I can’t.

Is there anybody living in this world?

Desperation to understand, to rationalise, to know,to explain,

Intellectual Conclusion Scientific Evidence

It’s just a big lie! In fact, THE big LIE.

You have no ears.

Your eyes can’t see.

You think you feel but you’re just drifting.

I hate.

Who? Me? … Where am I?

Anchored? Stuck? Waiting and Crying.

I raise my hand for help,

but I get a tap on the head.

“You’ll be alright”

Of course I will.

What else is there to be?

Letting my dreams burn,

hopes and wishes collapsing,

My desires evaporate

My life is walking away.

Away from this world who no longer sees,

This world of misunderstandings and petty feelings

This world I so wanted to be mine has now become static.

Nothing moves.

Just giggles and a beer.

Plasters and Make Up.

Condoms and Vomit.

And slowly I die.

Away from the looks and gossips.

Far from those I once loved and cherished.

Far from those who forgot to Love me.

There is no one there.

Anywhere.

Solid and Silence

Trucking and trunking
tracking, ducking and docking
as crssoing the hill into the valley
They are making their tea in the evening
oiling the chain that locks the door
combing curly hair till its fine
where the hare runs and turns at his will

The clock goes an such a slow pace
yet the time is allways on time
straw and thatch hats
gaiters and gates
left unlocked in the dance hall

Latin and ballroom
taping and jiving
horn pipe and jig
They don’t give a dime

PAX FAX

John Sheehy 07

Pentonville Prison VI

I enjoy writing although I never do it… but in prison? In prison that’s the best thing to do, at least it was for me. I was writing about homelessness and also a love story. I didn’t finished any of them but what I did finished was this poem and that audio file at the end of this blog and a drawing of Kalo, my son, and a drawing of that sexy girl hanging on the wall with a celtic cross. I hope you enjoy them all.

MITOURI

I am bleeding, I can feel how the blood travels from the inside to the outside taking away both our lives.

Am I going to die? Or I am already dead. Oh poor son of mine, you didn’t have the chance to fight!

Oh glorious authorities with endless power. Their frontiers are there to protect them from me; I am the menace, am I?

My dreams – the same as yours. My skin, is it not the same as yours? But not my rights, as I have none; they don’t exist, not in here.

He is bleeding, powerless, ignoring what he will never know. Oh holy authorities, oh powerful frontiers!

I didn’t have the right to cross the line, but did they when they came to my land? Did they? I ask you again, did they!?

I was desperate for one chance to make my dream come true. It didn’t happen, I wasn’t entitled and neither was he; that’s what they said.

He has gone, but still lifeless inside my womb; and so am I, my eyes will stop sweating. Au revoir, beloved authorities, farewell wretched frontiers.

Mitouri Dembele

Mitouri was found dead on the 2^nd July 2005, she was homeless and she was pregnant. After looking at her records I found out that she asked for help but due to her legal status in the UK she wasn’t eligible. Mitouri had prostitution records, she was currently sleeping rough, she was from an African country, she came to the U.K. 5 years ago. No one reclaimed her body, they died alone.

 

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First Poetry post

Here is an mp4 video of John Sheehy, Ten Feet Away poet, reading a recently composed Poem. Warning! This may take a while to load as it is a big file.