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1976-10-21

Thursday, October 21st, 1976 

            I just don't know anymore the things I used to,
            before I climbed life's questions
            and found the mountains beyond that ever rise,
            that rise until you can hear eternity
            in the wind there.
  
            I no longer climb,
            there's no need to waste the time.
            The mountains march away from me
            and I can only just begin to see
            that God's hand that shaped this rugged land.

            Somehow the wind empties me
            of the wondering drive that always drove me on
            and now I just wait and listen.

                                    gallagher
                                    21 Oct 76

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1976-10-25

Monday, October 25th, 1976 
 
        Why does it seem that this world
         is always opposite my dreams?

         I don't want to, I'm not willing to,
         to become less of me
         to become more of
         what passes for the successful man.

         And yet love's even more
         impossible to avoid.

         I'm always redrawn to the razor's edge
         for decision and find no alternative.

         There's nothing I want so much
         as my freedom to enjoy life as I wish
         but there is nothing to replace love
         and the hole it leaves, ...nothing.

         Paradox.

         Why do I come here again
         to the ragged edge between joy and sorrow
         where it all gets so real
         at such an apparent cost.

         Heaven's gain is heaven's loss.

                                 gallagher
                                 25 Oct 76

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1976-10-26

Tuesday, October 26th, 1976 

      Once upon a time she would've stayed no matter what
      but now I'm the one who's afraid of being alone.

      Most of the men she'd meet are looking for their mothers
      and the rest, their lovers
      and she knows it...
      she could make it in that world.

      But I'm not so sure about me
      I'm looking for love without bonds or chains
      and deep down
      I know my chances are not good.

      This growing up seems to get narrower by the day
      and its getting truer all the time
      that you've got to grow apace with your Karma
      or lose the freedom of your spirit.

                              gallagher
                              26 Oct 76

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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