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1975-03-05 403E

Wednesday, March 5th, 1975
                             403E

               echos ring the rythmic words,
               the concepts forms, the memories heard,
               turn together, weave and twine,
               the memories, thoughts and words in line.
               some close and far,
               some high and low,
               a tree of memory,
               its seeds to sow,
               I shake or you,
               the tree to find, the memories there,
               my life defined.

               Men grow up from blankness
               presented with patterns on pattern.
               some never turn the corner,
               reverse the mirror to make the patterns
               pleasing to the viewer.
               they believe, all their days,
               that patterns are given,
               all is ordained,
               and they never learn to ordain.

                                    gallagher
                                    5 mar 75
                                    csulb

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1975-03-09

Sunday, March 9th, 1975
         Wisp shadow dreams unfulfilled
         haunt my days and echo my thoughts.
         Events seem to move too quickly, get too real
         and I've lost the sureness; the rightness feel.

         Time hangs alternately on my hopes or fears
         and the waiting's become some scream
         that fills my unused moments, grating...

         I knew I'd have to do it all alone
         but it's just coming to me, it's true.
         My subjective pain looms over my objective aims
         and the world's becoming an emotional jungle around me.

         And my basic emotional needs are fast becoming
         an ever present pressure.
         These seven year habits are hard to break.

         I pray I'm doing the right thing
         for my emotions and feelings are running at such a pitch
         that I can only go on what I remember of my logic
         and press on to the end of my plan on faith.

                                    gallagher
                                    9 mar 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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 —