Archive for the ‘1975’ Category

1975-03-09

Sunday, March 9th, 1975
      What wonderland jungle is this that I've chose
      in exchange for the loving nearness of Rose
         Ween yourself, I said with distain,
         depart from love, go learn about pain
      walk, open hearted, into the melee
      and see if compassion can survive being free
         none of the rewards are worth what you leave
         and yet you'll go on and not be deceived
      that love is more than a rest from the pain
      a moment's respite from your spiritual game
         but windows and doors here open in from the side
         I'm full of longings and lusts I'd deny
      and this spiritual trip is not all of the truth
      for there's ego and passions on the loose
         and I don't know where all these things will lead
         to madness, peace or the death of my need
      but I do know that I've been hearing too long
      the sleeping of my brothers lulled by love's song....

                                 gallagher
                                 9 mar 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1975-03-10 Transfer High

Monday, March 10th, 1975
                             Transfer High

            I hear the wind
              where others only see the leaves fall
            and I am, in some way
              the leaves and the wind
                 though I lack the difference
                    between them....

            I am some ever present sum
              at once complete and yet growing
            and as I become the leaves and the wind
              so they become me.

            I am the pattern, more and more
              focused on itself, learning its way,
            I am causality climbing itself
              looking for second sight,
            evolution about to
              find the mirror.

                              gallagher
                              10 mar 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1975-03-12 For the nurses

Wednesday, March 12th, 1975
                       For the nurses

            Such cynicism scares me
              for the more cynicism grows on you
                 the less chance you have to meet someone
                    sensitive enough to love you as you'd wish.
                 because the sensitive ones can't bear the mistrust
                    and the ones who can...
                       bear nothing but lust.

                                       gallagher
                                       12 mar 75
                                       csulb

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —