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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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1976-10-26

Tuesday, October 26th, 1976 

         Walking blind, except when I'm fooling myself.
         I know too much, think too much
         and in the steady erosion of my ignorance,
         I perish and cry out; dust to dust.

         I'm nothing more than what I am not.
         I'm nothing more than the choices I've made.
         I'm nothing more than a question constantly asked.

         And I try, like original sin, to answer.
         I'm an aching void when my knowing leaves me
         confronting the unknown without
         as blind as a baby reborn.

                                    gallagher
                                    26 Oct 76

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

Posted in 1976, Long Beach, Spiritual | No Comments »

1976-10-30

Saturday, October 30th, 1976 

         The days are flying and I chew my fingers more.
         I'm burning with my waste, no more the A to B man,
         my dreams are limited by my lack of imagination.
         No vision but the trees that blow in the evening,
         the acid taste of coffee in my mouth each day.
         No visions guide me now,
         I'm waiting for what the world can become
         if left on its own.

                                    gallagher
                                    10-30-76

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

Posted in 1976, Long Beach | No Comments »

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