Archive for October, 2011


Sunday, October 2nd, 2011

I don't think I'll ever let anyone know
   how closely madness came to claiming me this winter.

Murderous thoughts have been my unrelenting companions
   on many nights as I've thought of how
      to hurt those who have so hurt me.

One night, I lay tortured; one moment asking for the light of the highest good,
   and the next with visions of murder raging in me
      back and forth until I rose at dawn exhausted.

I fear these bouts.   I fear that one day, pushed too far,
   I will simply rise and depart from sanity and responsibility,
and make true my claim,
   that I do not, in the final event,
      respect the law, if it cannot redress my complaints.

In my thoughts, there is no crack in the law that can save someone,
   from another who thinks that the law and redress belong to him and his Karma.

He that has a deadly aim to not be undone and bereft,
   if he still has breath and choice.

Where this leads, I know not.

I just know my pain is near an edge and I have trouble seeing why
   those who have done me so ill should not taste of that same well.


— Copyright 1965-2011 by Dennis Gallagher —

2011-10-03 – Colette’s

Sunday, October 2nd, 2011
An October night in a house laced with moonlight 
 with a good friend asleep on one room 
and my lover and partner asleep in another. 
I realize, yet, again, 
 what lucky man I am in this life. 
Marriages lost, earthquakes come and gone, 
 hearts repaired and small fortunes lost 
and none of it touches me 
 as I walk through these moon-washed rooms. 

The Beloved loves the child that stands into the wind 
 and dares to dare. 
The child that says, 
 "Bring it on, Beloved. hold me to the breast of this life 
 with all it has to give. 
Break my heart and storm my sanity 
 and I will believe you to be the Beloved, 
 believe you to be compassion and light 
 even as I prepare myself to pass over and die for love. 

I prayed for lightening even though I may be destroyed 
 and then I walked, some months later, 
 through a house laced with moonlight. 

And I see the proof that I am loved 
 and the proof that fear is just the way we delay experience.

I see that, even as I die, 
 I will drink this cup to the end and walk into the storm 
and feel the rain and praise the giver 
 and know that I am a blessed child. 


— Copyright 1965-2011 by Dennis Gallagher —