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1977-12-18

Sunday, December 18th, 1977 

         Turning hard on these turning points,
           my life and yours
           are bound by so many threads.

         The morning light on your face
           the curve of your back
           my memories of your love.

         I hold you to chase away that hole
           in my stomach, but it just won't go
           because you're no longer mine.

         You can only hold me
           and whisper that your sorry for the hurt
           and I hold you closer for something that's gone.

         A flood of feelings at these turning points
           awash in the light of my new life
           I sit confused and searching
         Through these snapshot memories
           and Fellini futures....

                                 gallagher
                                 18 Dec 1977

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1978-05-31

Wednesday, May 31st, 1978 
            Petulant child-boy-man
your lovers come and go
your hours pass like leaves
you haunt them as well as yourself
honestly sharing the bits and pieces
you stand proud and vain
in awe of your own excesses
of sensual gratification and your lack
of true motivations or ideals

            I feel the days slipping by
wine and passion blurs the scenes
the honesties and sharings are less real
we press each other amid the days
to prove again that we, they, are real
but evening draws on
and I tend to forget again
what its all about

            I love them all so differently
but does it matter ... does it?
its just another way to pass the time
more pleasant than most, perhaps,
but with no more meaning

            Love is just a motion
with out the soul's need
and loving just an act
without the passing of life's seed

            Petulant and so confused I play without my heart
in this game where shadows bleed.

                                 gallagher

                                 31 may 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1978-07-04

Tuesday, July 4th, 1978 

 
  Paused for a moment on the edge of all the future
     all our lives will surely tangle or unweave now
     and all of these potentials,
     like hands on my shoulder, steady me.
  So let it begin and all the rest of my life go on
     I no longer wait or care for the past to resurrect itself
     this life can be invested in my future now
  I can weave and sort my friends and lovers into the days of my life
     I want to walk out each day excited
     about what could happen again
     and care nothing for what has gone by
  I've been too long tangled with the old ways
     so carefully unknotting our lives and feelings
     learning that exquisite patience that lies half way
     between compassion and self preservation
  But, its done... let me depart and begin anew
     this time not to bury my freedom with love and security
     or to hold myself untouched by love's whip and passion
  I want to find that balance point there in my heart, between...
     there, where on the edge of my best,
     I can live each day like it was the last
  I want to dance to life's mysteries and paradoxes
     as the fountains dance to the wind and the mimes to the crowd
     these things are not to weep for
  and, sometimes ... in those graceful but oh so brief moments,
     perhaps in a lover's eyes or in a passage of my son's growth
     I'll see something behind it all ...
     timeless ... smiling thru at me
  Brother Methuselah, here in all of us as we gamble our lives
     untouched yet compassionate ... he waits for us to begin
     and he smiles at us, a spiritual joy and promise within.

 
                                 gallagher

 
                                 07-04-78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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