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1978-09-03

Sunday, September 3rd, 1978 
      The tides in my life are rolling
      these days begin to focus their force on me
      rebirth again...just as I've called for it...again and again.

      The easy paths always divide
      and I'm forced to choose, forced to focus, forced to endure
      where two weeks ago I had it all
      today, I'm looking at chaos and confusion.

      Rose wants me to come back
      Helen's in a mental hospital
      and the other three are stepping away for another look.

      I want to hold on the to clarity of my gut visions
      but they're so easily lost
      personalities, priority conflicts, needs, finite energy
      I'm small against my history, today.

      I know I'm going to take a ride
      through my doubts and fears to some other side.

      If you would, love me, life.
      help me through to the other side...intact
      with all my love and my freedom...and all my dreams.

                              gallagher
                              03 Sep 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1978-09-09

Saturday, September 9th, 1978 

      Long winter weeds of disarray this summer’s day
      our lady of confusion’s in town and Rose, as always
      seems to have her way
      I’m too much here … I want to get away
      I need to run in the morning’s cold crisp light
      I need to sit alone in the evenings, hold my emotions tight
      I’m getting too torn apart
      by all these plays of love.
      Sometimes I wake up and wonder
      how did I come to be here where the hours can turn
      each days another confusion, pain in my mind
      I think that I am getting a little worn.
                              gallagher
                              09 september 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1978-09-10 KA again

Sunday, September 10th, 1978 

                        KH again  *
            You can feel through her like glass
               her empathy is so natural
            you can feel her womanliness
               and little girl
            whenever she looks at you
            She’s a siren and I’m so easily hypnotized
               she virtually pulls men to her
            for the feel of her is … genuine, is woman,
               is passion, is sensuous
            Something to covet, to possess
               if only for hours
            To touch her deep sultry womanliness
               through her transparent empathy
               through those brown eyes windows
            of her made to be loved soul
               is a joy to make simple sex pale.
                           gallagher
                           09-10-78 – about kathleen a.
                           long beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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