Archive for the ‘1975’ Category

1975-03-26

Wednesday, March 26th, 1975
            Today I learned to love my wife
            though she touched another
            and I give thanks
            for one more crutch removed.

            Today, love was the same love
            but my fear was less.

            Love's beginning to overwhelm me
            and my control's slipping.
            Today machismo and jealousy
            were found to be just forms
            which but poorly define
            the word love.

            Today, faith, such an anathema
            to the preservation of my ego,
            carried me off a little further
            into the total chaos of oneness.

                           gallagher
                           26 mar 75
                           Buena Park

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1975-03-28 A little drunk

Friday, March 28th, 1975
                          A little drunk

         Been watching her, hoping it wasn't a paranoid dream
           been watching close cause it hurt so bad.
         It was hard to see, but since she went out,
           its not been the same with us.

         She takes me for granted now because she saw my pain
           she walks around me and fills the air
         with words of love
           but touches me with nothing.

         Tonight I thought to spend my time with her
           but she fell asleep on me
         tonight I bought wine for her
           but she fell asleep.

         I trust my sight and its clear what I see here
           she believes me in her power
             but my pride won't let it be.

         Let her go then, I say, to drink the night away
           and never fall asleep with someone else.
         I'm worth more than this, my pride is telling me.

           I'm worth more than this, its time to be free.

         I trust my sight and its plain to see
           that what she feels for me
             is not what I'd have it be.

                                 gallagher
                                 28 mar 75
                                 Buena Park

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1975-03-28

Friday, March 28th, 1975
               Hard times, these
               no up or down...
               nothing but the dull ache
               of security lost and freedom found.

               All my dreams are withered
               in the arc light of pain and depression;
               the slow progression of days
               grinding by, one at a time.

               I can't relax
               because it's going to get worse
               and I wish it would get to the worst
               because it'll get better after that.

                                 gallagher
                                 28 mar 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —