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1978-09-03

Sunday, September 3rd, 1978 
            Dreams of the Shaman again tonight
            power for the giving
            I preserve my dreams against the tide
            but what of the people in my life?

            Do I toy with them so cruelly
            I don't want to ... I just want to grow
            as big as my dreams ... or fall trying.

            She asked me to leave these many months
            and now she'd call me due
            but I won't give into these old ways.

            I ache inside for her need
            but mine runs a deeper course
            and tonight ... I hear Helen on the wind
            and all my questions tensed
            before realities brief facades.

            Sanity or no, convention or not,
            is it a space I can live with?
            And will her need
            give me the time to find out.

                                 gallagher
                                 03 september 78 - LSD
                                 references to Helen O'flarity

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1978-09-03

Sunday, September 3rd, 1978 
      The tides in my life are rolling
      these days begin to focus their force on me
      rebirth again...just as I've called for it...again and again.

      The easy paths always divide
      and I'm forced to choose, forced to focus, forced to endure
      where two weeks ago I had it all
      today, I'm looking at chaos and confusion.

      Rose wants me to come back
      Helen's in a mental hospital
      and the other three are stepping away for another look.

      I want to hold on the to clarity of my gut visions
      but they're so easily lost
      personalities, priority conflicts, needs, finite energy
      I'm small against my history, today.

      I know I'm going to take a ride
      through my doubts and fears to some other side.

      If you would, love me, life.
      help me through to the other side...intact
      with all my love and my freedom...and all my dreams.

                              gallagher
                              03 Sep 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1978-11-15

Wednesday, November 15th, 1978 

      My family’s wound envelopes me.
      I feel Danny’s need … as I remember my own years …
      in lucid moments between the running days I remember him
      and wonder how I can feel so strongly
         and do so little for love.
      Everyone seems to live simpler lives than I
      rootless man living off many lives
      and not having one of my own to share or claim
      I wait for history’s wheels to spew me out
      frantically waiting on Godot and wisdom to find me…
      … spoiled child … karmic wastrel
      Five minutes with Rose on the phone in anger
      and my family’s wound envelopes me….
                                 gallagher
                                 15 nov 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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