Archive for the ‘Long Beach’ Category

1978-07-18

Tuesday, July 18th, 1978
      When you look into me
            you are Columbus and i am America
            you are Marco Polo and i am China
      Your eyes are your ship
            and with them you ride
            the deep oceans of my soul.
      and you discover me and seek my treasure
            and you find
                           the gold that is my heart
                     and the silk that is my spirit
                     and the jewels that are my thoughts
                     and the diamonds that are my tears
                           and sometimes my laughter
      Come, brave explorer
      for there is still much to discover
      Come take the treasure of my being
      for you have planted your flag
            upon my heart
         and all that lies within
                                    is yours
                                       for the journey
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      Sweet Man-child
      your wide-eyed innocence fills my heart
      your trust in life, tho from the start
                        she left you
               left you with so few warm places
               left you a searcher for kind faces
               left you a seeker of soft embraces
      When will you grow
         when will you know
               that she won't hold you?
                           Kathi K.
                           07-18-78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-07-25

Tuesday, July 25th, 1978

Let go your walls with me …
I can’t steal your soul or heart without cause

and, yet, as I ache to gain your inner thoughts
I know the time’s not right among your life’s details
I know, but I find it so hard to wait
and want together.

gallagher

25 jul 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-07-25

Tuesday, July 25th, 1978

Nothing to say … though I try
if I wrote her a letter
or myself a poem
what would I say?
That I love something about her?
That I ache from our sophisticated
lack of trust?

Its so confusing … I try so hard to resolve it
but there’s never enough to go on
with emotions high and she as complex as I
and much less thought out
or self understood

I wish it would simplify
and I wish we would learn some bottom line trust
and I know it’ll be difficult with us both so alike,
self-centered, used to winning.

I want to love, badly, but I won’t lose if I see it coming

I’m left waiting thru weeks and months
of ever closer and closer passages to what she thinks
until I want to shout ‘Open up..!’ … trust me
and yet, her time’s not right.

Her marriage unraveling…
her ego expressions of sexuality gaining wings…
her freedom beckoning…

They all cast me a ‘rebound man’
and both she and I can see it.

Nothing to say, though I try…

if i wrote her a letter…or myself a poem.

gallagher

25 jul 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —