SamadhiMuse » 1978

1978-01-05

Dennis — Thu, 05 Jan 1978 08:00:00 +0000

Well I’ve been a wandering fool now
running free with all my time
and I’m coming into my thirties
with the things a gypsy finds

got some wine to pass the evenings
got some food to break the day
got my eyes for all the ladies
hey now, send me one this way!

got my friends to share my time with
got my friends to go my bail
and its always up and out now
though we’re dying all the way

no, I never knew the time like
I know it now the way it flys
watch your mirror tell the truth now
watch the lines begin to gain

gallagher

05 jan 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-01-09

Dennis — Mon, 09 Jan 1978 08:00:00 +0000

            Smile and flow, touch our cells
               streams of time bound in form, we
            the seeds of suns burn in our eyes
               cast in the relief of these moments
            children of chance, the best of nonsense
               laughing it all away
            we run on and down scarlet streamers
               universes dying to become real
            our cells are our templates, timeless
               behind these moments, our loves, our deaths
            I love our smiles which never cease
               and as our passion bears us again
                  the ground waits beneath us forever
                              gallagher
                              01-09-78 - about helen k.
                              long beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-01-09

Dennis — Mon, 09 Jan 1978 08:03:00 +0000

         Tapestries surround me … richness and texture
            I feel blessed
         Helen grows more beautiful with the months …
            the rainy afternoon I rode thru to be here, soaked
               to be here warm when she came
         a warm space and time between two lives so different
         And Rose, so much a part of me
            let me stray for just a few hours
         and I see how beautiful she always is
            her hair, her face, her body, her hips
               her spirit, her little girl, her mother
         all of her just by being in my life blesses me
            her love, her nature, her lack of pretense.
                              gallagher
                              01-09-78 – for two ladies
                              long beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-01-12

Dennis — Thu, 12 Jan 1978 08:00:00 +0000

Old Sol rises up and finds me here
though I’ve abused the night
and wasted the best of my hours
unrepaired and pressing
for more than I can sustain.

The day breaks and I’m unworthy,
not risen, well slept, to be born again
but bedraggled and haunted by the hours past.

We’ve risen so often together
I running through the alleys and park trees
and Sol above the poles and steeples.

First flush, just we two, in the crisp morning air
through the sleeping parkland and dew laden grass
the cool air against sweat and muscles
you open it all up to me
again and again.

gallagher
jan 12 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-01-24

Dennis — Tue, 24 Jan 1978 08:00:00 +0000

college faces pass in a swirl
the semester’s just begun
I’m looking at the girls
how much clearer I see now
than I did when I began
the stories are plainly written
most I see and understand
I’m so sad to know I’m aging
I can’t indefinitely understand
I’m drifting from the college years
they sift away like sand
almost imposter, watcher, here
wanting to play again.

gallagher
jan 24, 78
CSULB

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-01-30

Dennis — Mon, 30 Jan 1978 08:00:00 +0000

      My self opinion has been independent
      of what I do, not because of it.

      Think of what they cannot take from you
      your mind, your attitude, your health -
      but very little else.

      Age goes, love goes, success goes,
      money goes, even health in the end,
      though you tend the flame.

      Then it's down to you
      somewhere below your mind and attitude
      (acid takes me to a timeless place)
      then it's down to you,
      and when death comes to knock
      you have to give up even this.

      Its all relative
      every circle spins down
      to the same center
      its all relative.

                                 gallagher
                                 jan 30, 78
                                 Acid tripping'

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-01-30

Dennis — Mon, 30 Jan 1978 08:02:00 +0000

         I want to make sure
         when it comes time for my accounting
         that I've lived it as I should have,
         no regrets;
         otherwise it just makes no sense.

         All afternoon, the afternoon past.
         Armchair scholar of my life,
         I astride my poems and memories
         sifting ... looking for me.

         Years gone by here again
         those weeks and months
         when I loved Sharon Freeman so deeply
         and Maxine finally saved me from ruin.

         And in the afternoon I finally called Maxine
         and found out how she was.

                                 gallagher
                                 jan 30, 78
                                 Acid tripping'

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-02-02

Dennis — Thu, 02 Feb 1978 08:00:00 +0000

I see her soft smile crushed
and I feel her pain,
reproach in her embrace,
she says I should come back, why not?

I want my life to get better at each juncture,
going back to our marriage is not an advance.
Her tender smiles would turn to bitterness
and my dreams resign themselves to waiting, why?

She thinks my lovers are the main reason why I won’t return
and she doesn’t realize its more of one cloth.
That the cold mornings and lonely afternoons
are better now in my gut than our marriage could be.

When…I see her hurt, I hurt, but I’m unmoved
I love her and her presence in my life
but I’m no longer malleable
because of love.

If she could love me, as I am, I could love her, as I am
and it would all be enough, but…
until then the hours are filled
with pain and the pressure to change.

She never found me so unreachable
and she struggles to grasp my love
which springs free and independent of need
and I can only watch her pain
and love her even as she tries to change me.

gallagher
feb 02, 78

1978-02-13

Dennis — Mon, 13 Feb 1978 08:00:00 +0000

Come turn the years and swirl them here
and bring us around full circle again.

Over coffee, today, so much came to an end.
For years her house and memory had beckoned
and lingered … and waited
and I’d driven by it a thousand times
in my lifetime since then … past its whispering.

Her memories and questions waited, until today
over coffee, when all those years came to join us
and we found what had become of us then.

Down dark years and through darker paths …
through schools and marriages …
and drugs and sex.
She’d been cast into these from the events
that spawned both of us so long ago.

I’d taken her virginity (and mine) then
back when I didn’t think it could matter …
but it did, as the tangled years have come to tell.
Pressed then, in roles beyond our knowing,
we danced our dances, blindly … savagely ….
And I’d used her then … just as she’d wished it
until, finally, I left her without a look back
and let all the years behind me sleep
until today.

And today, among the plates and lights,
our roots re passed, untangling, and she forgave me
and all the years that had waited began to forget themselves.

gallagher

13 feb 78

– after meeting Sally Henderson

1978-02-22

Dennis — Wed, 22 Feb 1978 08:00:00 +0000

Well all my life I’ve been a fool
fire and ice, a little cool
now I feel the fire
subtle, yet its grown higher
and I can feel my passions know
the patterns of my life and grow

Cast in forms I come to know
put up in stone against time’s flow
nothings real and nothing’s right
endless screams these laughing flights
take a life and live again
everyone’s another end
a turning wheel, a wheel of fire
from spirit light to fleshed desire
Cast in stone I seem to know
I’m born in forms amid time’s flow
and the timeless dreams I listen sow
and like birds of laughter grow
am I spirit born again
or evolution’s lash and end
the questions burn, burn to bear
shackles that the living wear

Its every guess and every game
you win or lose its still the same
a flight that left without belief
in flesh awake without relief
I can’t tell where I’m here
in timeless truth or chance’s jeer
and in these forms I fly
believe it game and ever try
to window out to winnow free
the secrets locked inside of me.

gallagher

22 feb 78