The lepers spent their time in graveyards because their options were somewhat limited. Ancient social distancing.
We are asked to stay at home and some of us are fortunate enough to have one of these.
Upon healing the 10 lepers, one returned to thank Jesus,which begged the question where were the other 9?
The math still stands.
It is drama in the kitchen.
Exaggeration on the phone.
Silence in the bedroom.
Until we are all alone.
It is drama all this bitchin.
Humiliation… no atone.
Beauty is just skin deep.
And Ugly goes to the bone.
There is a heart shaped carve in rosewood.
There’s a line drawn in the sand.
I pray there on grace and wonder,
and there’s a baby, she’s in my hand.
There’s a virtue called forgiveness.
From a force we can’t see.
It’s how I deal with darkness.
Of how I feel when you’re with me.
I struggle now to hear you.
Seek approval in your eyes.
I hate you for your beauty.
Like I love you for your lies.
It’s a sad sad situation
Department sad but true.
You fear that they are coming
And you fear what they will do.
It’s a sad sad situation
Under heading sad but true
You fear that they are coming
No one is coming for you.
Dennis Mantin
Having thoughts lots about dying.
And other things that I don’t know.
Its not the fear that’s got me down.
Just that I don’t want to go.
Now sure I know I have no choice.
Has been made abundant and clear.
This transformation is all the rage.
I just kinda like it here.
I hear all this complaining.
What’s wrong about this and that.
You never really stood a chance.
With an attitude like that.
I recognized my nature.
Not much was steeped in good.
There was this strange sensation.
Like maybe I just should.
Forget it all and start a new.
Take the narrow view to wide.
Take my head out from my ass.
And maybe look outside.
Not all is gain or glory.
Not all is pain and strife.
The road the path the choices made.
It’s a wild ride this life.
The sunshine left.
A shadow grew.
A heartbeat echoed.
I never knew.
The sun returned.
A shadow stayed.
I listened hard.
Strange music played.
Then a thought.
A smile grew.
Exactly the way
To remember you.
Dennis Mantin
Another day, sundown.
Another night, sundown.
Orange to black, sundown.
Fades to midnight blue.
There’s nothing I can’t do.
And here comes the night
And I don’t know why
I hear your voice
And I lose my way.
Where are you now?
Can I touch you somehow?
You’re somewhere near sleep where images fade.
And here comes the sun.
Another night is done.
Here comes the sun.
And here I go again.
Saw the man, shot down.
Heard his voice, shot down . Eyes rolled white, shot down. Breathe goodbye that sound. Fades to midnight blue. There’s nothing I can do.
Another day shot down.
Another night shot down.
Orange to black.
Shot down.
Fades to midnight blue.
There’s nothing I can do.
DENNIS MANTIN
The day the voice moved in with me, he brought his good friend fear.
Said ‘We all share your heart and soul you’ll soon forget we’re here.’
The day the voice moved in with me, peace and sleep moved out.
The addict he was at the door, and the voice he jumped to shout.
Said, ‘We like you we like it here, we know you like us too
And we know you’ll like our friends, cause true friends are so few.’
The voice would talk for hours about nothing much at all.
And all the noise would wake the fear and the drunk would wake withdrawal.
Years had passed in tears and stains and I had to kill the fear.
The voice he left in the middle of the night, said he didn’t like it here.
The voice returns sometimes when I sleep but he’s gone when I’m awake.
The strength it took to kill the fear was more than he could take.
And the drunk is with the addict and they live from coast to coast. And sometimes when I pray to God, I pray you’re not their host.
Singing, ‘We like you, we like it here, we know you like us too. And we know you’ll like our friends cause true friends are so few.
–Dennis Mantin
I was driving down the road. Then I stopped here for a bit.
Nothing against the whitelines. Or the dashboard that was lit.
I was thinking about something different. Like a job and then a child.
I kept my eyes on that potential. I took that chance on eyes that smiled.
I overplayed my hand. Betting large, I got the girl.
She had bets there on side. Less mama, more gold and pearl.
I’m back traveling on the highway. My kid smiling at my side.
There is more to life than hollering. We laughed so hard we cried.
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