Archive for March, 1979

1979-03-12

Monday, March 12th, 1979

Maya … every moment, everywhere
my love for … my need for … my wish that….

Rose turns slightly and the axis of my world tilts,
she gives her love or withholds it
and I go staggering drunk with pain or ecstasy.

‘Loving attitude’, Tim said, ‘Find it inside.’
Become immune to Maya … accept and cherish everything
or at least be unflinchingly responsible for it.

The relativity of what comes from outside yourself
is a aspect of the dance you must sway perfectly to.
My physiology, my time, my food, and my attitudes
are much more mine than my running steps can bear.

Unbroken chain, this, welling from inside;
my highest aspirations and my faith.
Let them build moment by moment …
listen to them … become one.

gallagher
12 Mar 1979

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1979-03-20

Tuesday, March 20th, 1979
            To D.G.                            3-20-79
                 A hundred reasons not to cry -- why
            should I feel like I want to die?  So much
            of me I want to give and so much of life I
            want to live.
                 Number 1 -- it's NOT me.  His ex-wife
            he'd rather see.  Perhaps her hold upon
            him now is stronger than when they took
            vows.
                 So hard I try to not let down, I very
            seldom make a sound.  I do know though the
            hurt is real and jealousy I hate to feel.
            Am I playing just to win?  NO, that would
            be too great a sin.
                 Perhaps I am a risky one to put too
            heavy feelings on.  Another man in my life
            strong and then there's school that's
            coming on.
                 Softly, should I fly away even though
            [in] my heart he's stay?
                 It's true there are no guarantees but
            of life's treasures, none come free.
                                    kh

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1979-03-24 Rose

Saturday, March 24th, 1979

Rose

She can’t see it my way
nor can I see it her’s.
She wants to relate to me in a certain way
and I to her in another.

My life is scattered in so many places
I doubt if I could bring it home.
Looking for the common we don’t lack strength
just success.

She’s pretty, smiling, or walking away.

gallagher
24 Mar 1979

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —