The Terror

The Terror came in midweek and sat upon the shore.

In the space that lies between, the beauty and the roar.

The strangers came to take me to a land so far away.

Nor one of them said for sure the time, they’d return for me someday.

There’s a distance in the whispering, that can’t be heard by some.

It’s quiet and it’s haunting with the soft beat and a hum.

It’s all that I hold on to when the madness comes around.

And I’m swimming in the waters where parts of me have drowned.

There’s nothing to be taken that is not of life or light.

Worth any more than spit or gold; it’s courage for the fight.

Sometimes when I’m sleeping they are reaching out somehow.

There’s so much more that I don’t know… and all we have is now.

Dennis Mantin

The Score

You’ve have been sitting and watching!

Nothing else to do.

Sedentary without guilt or shame.

No need to feel blue.

You said you fear the bad men.

That terror in the heart.

They don’t fear your watchful eye.

Doesn’t faze or rip them apart.

He said, “The world does need these bad men.”

“Keeps other bad men from your door.”

Its the balance of light and darkness.

If indeed you’re keeping score.

No mention of the ladies?

There’s bad bitches too.

But you don’t see that coming.

That beauty blinds your view.

This tale is old and tested.

Desire is at the core.

If you don’t want something nice.

Then darkness wins the war.

Dennis Mantin

The Life Trap

That feeling of life slipping away…

Through fingers of time has somehow escaped me.

I don’t know why, however I do know it burdens you.

I see it in the lines of your face and feel it in the chill of your touch.

You feel as though life is a trap; no matter how many times I tell you no!

It is a gateway and what you do here matters.

Dennis Mantin


It’s grey and cool in limbo.

All signs they point to wait.

They say that school is no go.

So sad it is the fate.

The murmurs they are growing.

Once pain, now discontent.

Bad seeds these ill winds sowing.

Not broke, just badly bent.

Dennis Mantin

Spilt Milk

The worst night’s sleep in recent memory… headaches, (which are rare for me) body chills and shakes along with just a general sense of being off.

I have little doubt that there’s a connection to this and the covid vaccination I received yesterday.

A small sacrifice for the greater good? No use crying over spilt milk.

Dennis Mantin


At work there is this reason.

To rise, get out of bed.

Is warm and is the season.

To keep the Monsters fed.

No arrests, no grounds for treason.

Tis where the path has led.

If we only try to please one.

Then it’s you that’s in my head.

Dennis Mantin