Archive for the ‘1975’ Category

1975-07-23

Wednesday, July 23rd, 1975
            I don't know why I give it all away
              I don't know who I'm waiting for today
            it seems I'm looking thru the dark
              but nothing comes to me ...
                 I'm giving it all away.
            Eyes flash! and I'm lost again
              hollow men take form, again
            and once more
              the wheel turns, again.
            I give it all away to arrive
              without luggage
            without wishes or fears ...
              to simply be there
            but its a strange way
              so easily lost, day to day.
            Its so tempting to stop and play
              just to feel the rush of love and pain.
                                 gallagher
                                 23 jul 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1975-07-24

Thursday, July 24th, 1975
         I give myself away for ego trips
           but I do nothing for those I love.
         We haven't worked together on anything
           for a long time....
         Poetry, spice racks, camping, saving,
           none of it's gotten done.
         She gives as much of herself as she can
           and still stand alone
         and I give as little of my self as I can
           and still keep her....
         Why have I come this way?
           Why am I throwing all my love away?
         Ignorant to the end, fighting my fears
           I rage, unable to stem
              my fantasies or my tears.
                                 gallagher
                                 24 jul 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1975-07-28

Monday, July 28th, 1975
            What emptiness fill me each time at the thought
              that she could share with another
                 that which she and I sought.
            That there are places and times
              not mine to receive
            these I find like holes in my thoughts
              when I leave her.
            The karmic whip betrays at every step
              my treasured fantasies all played quite inept
            I can expect nothing from her
              but what I expect from myself
            and I find that love and trust
              were my only true wealth.
                                    gallagher
                                    28 july 75
            - about Rose

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —