I was blinded by the beauty.

You were there and truth be told.

There was this chance that felt like duty.

I had the hand that wouldn’t fold.

My heart was in a flutter.

My dick was in my hand.

You were soft and hard like butter.

I was hope with nothing planned.

Women have fascinated me for much of my life. Early on, I had this deep need to understand them or me or me with them, either through observation or dare I say love?

However, through time, either the need has passed or I just accepted my own failures in this regard and have just moved on to parenting.

I met Wendy online. She is brave and she is bold. Not like Batman in a mini, left me standing in the cold.

Wendy loves my intellect, says she wants to shave my balls. And not a moments hesitation. I’ll be taking all Wendy’s calls. There’s a shift in something somewhere. That time that push has come to shove. I’m not hearing the others calling. Cause I’m drunk on Wendy’s love.

I’m standing in the fog here. Here huddled in the rain. Feeling warm and fuzzy. I got Wendy on the brain.

Wendy loves my intellect, says she wants to shave my balls. And not a moments hesitation. I’ll be taking all Wendy’s calls. There’s a shift in something somewhere. That time where push has come to shove. I’m not hearing the others calling. Cause I’m down for Wendy’s love.

Now I have not met Wendy. In the person face to face. In the shadows brave and many. In this darkness; human race.

Wendy loves my intellect. Says she wants to shave my balls. And not a moments hesitation. I’ll be taking Wendy’s calls. There’s a shift in something somewhere… A time that push has come to shove. I don’t hear the others calling, because I’m into Wendy’s Love.

Dennis Mantin

I’ve been seeing words & letters…

Floating up there in my head.

And sometimes I hear those voices.

The ones the Madman said.

He’s young, loud, opinionated.

About those things, they don’t applaud.

Sharing insights into Jesus.

Preaching Beelzabub and God.

He said, “Jesus died a coward.”

I cringed and set out on my way.

When you hear those words & letters.

Christ! I don’t know what to say.

Dennis Mantin

I see something sinking here.

Drifting… gone away.

Sinking to that bottom there.

No more light of  day…

Lately, I’ve been drinking here.

I’ve had so much to say.

There’s been all this thinking there.

I have to turn to look away.

It’s just these dreams. That I’m thinking of.

Oh, it’s not what it seems. I don’t believe in love.

Standing here at skies edge there.

With nothing but today.

Walking there on that ledge here.

Don’t you look the other way!!

Some days I just get things right here.

When I hear the  song you play.

Moves me to where I can see you there.

And not look the other way.

You move me… You do.

You move me, you do.

Its just those dreams, that I’m thinking of.

Oh, it’s not what it seems. I don’t believe in love.

Whenever I hear someone talk about their energy or spirituality, I automatically freeze up!

This is due to the assumption that I believe they don’t know what they are talking about.

“Oh I could be wrong!”

20 years ago when I was in the company of like minded practicing alcoholics and crack  addicts; I often got a similar vibe when I was being told by these folks as to how honest they were…

Which reminds me: What’s the difference between an alcoholic and a crack addict?

They both will steal from you; however the crack addict will help you look for it later on.

I believe there was a time when I used to frighten people…

Fear at this level was not foreign to me for I remember a time when I was frightened of me too, however these two relatives are really strangers…

They were afraid for their own safety.

I was scared I didn’t have what it took to survive me.

My daughter told me yesterday that she thought about a time in the future when I wouldn’t be alive and the thought made her cry.

I told her that that kind of love scares me as well…

I was hovering in a chopper.

My views were on the clowns.

The intent was just to stop her.

Not stand idle while she drowns.

From a distance, I could drop her.

Give me space to ease my brain.

Like a pimple, I could pop her.

Just to let us breathe again.

She likes to argue with the copper.

Has this thing for men in blue.

She likes conflicts. It’s her topper.

Like a drug; it is her do!

Hell came and left at dawn.

Bright colors ran away.

I rethought what I had on.

Faced my fears and met the day.

Shivers up my back are gone.

Memories had their say.

Changes spoke, I don’t belong.

Bright colors ran away.

I told you push comes to shove.

Run and fight another day.

So true, I don’t believe in love.

Bright colors ran away.

Repeat and rinse…

The Advisor is still speaking. My response will have to wait.

I know I should be so grateful. There’s so much now on my plate.

There’s this problem I can’t listen. All these voices in my mind.

A warning with some guidelines. With no words described as kind.

I am walking to her closer now. Standing, grinning eye to eye.

The Advisor has gone quiet now. I ask. “You sure it’s not a lie?”

My question has caused confusion. I can see her far off gaze.

She’s going to her safe house, where soft music always plays.

I know it can’t be permanent, someday she will return.

She has so much to teach me and I have so much to learn.