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1976-08-20

Friday, August 20th, 1976 
         My friends and all our questions
         our eyes and all we say
         we're all empty and full of the question
         we're all alone with nothing to say.

         Bruce and Mike and Cher
         have come here as my friends
         and now that they've left again
         I've just some bits and ends.

         So empty of answers
         that questions no longer hold much lure
         I mourn my having to work now
         because I know that money's no cure.

         The lesson's get harder at childhood's end
         I hope that we're able, myself and friends
         to survive in a world without the words or time
         to grow older and wiser without feeling like crying.

                                 gallagher
                                 20 aug 76 - buena park

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

Posted in 1976, Bruce, Buena Park | No Comments »

1976-09-07

Tuesday, September 7th, 1976 

         What strange weeds the winter leaves us here
         in the stark sunlight after our lusty cheer.
         And with what wondrous clarity the mirrors shine
         and show the one that was, against the one that's left behind.

         I can't see, but the clarity aches my eyes,
         through these transient passages wove with immoral cries.
         And we weave and wind our parts and thine
         just gamblers come to meet
         in a place where nothing lasts.

                                 gallagher
                                 7 September 76

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

Posted in 1976, Helen K., Long Beach | No Comments »

1976-10-25

Monday, October 25th, 1976 
 
        Why does it seem that this world
         is always opposite my dreams?

         I don't want to, I'm not willing to,
         to become less of me
         to become more of
         what passes for the successful man.

         And yet love's even more
         impossible to avoid.

         I'm always redrawn to the razor's edge
         for decision and find no alternative.

         There's nothing I want so much
         as my freedom to enjoy life as I wish
         but there is nothing to replace love
         and the hole it leaves, ...nothing.

         Paradox.

         Why do I come here again
         to the ragged edge between joy and sorrow
         where it all gets so real
         at such an apparent cost.

         Heaven's gain is heaven's loss.

                                 gallagher
                                 25 Oct 76

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

Posted in 1976, Rose | No Comments »

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