I’ve aged 10 years this past week.
Still not walking with a cane.
I used to know most everything
Now I can’t explain.
The difference or the sameness.
The smiles from the frowned.
They’ve lost all their Importance.
Like all this run around.
The sun returns…
The air is warm.
And Gigi wants to meet.
I have to say.
All work no play.
I fear this smile is not discreet.
She likes to argue with the boys in blue. Said She likes her coffee black.
I heard her scream. She has a dream… Said that she’s not coming back.
She likes to talk about everything. Said there’s nothing she don’t know.
Christmas cards keep coming back, no address that they can go.
I tried to help, that’s nothing new, but there was no loving her.
Something bad from long ago. Makes her blood boil like a cur.
If they knew. What they grew. Would they try to change.
When you grow what you know, calm water can be strange.
(A song I wrote about leaving high school)
Chances were the premium at the chances store.
Called up their proprietor and asked for just one more.
Inside information suggested relocate
When they closed the chances store it sealed the users fate.
With no plans for the future and the future it is here.
Who knew that the sun would rise and whisper last nights fear?
So we headed for the highway which ended at the light.
Looked upon arrival, no chances store in sight.
Searching for the answers that will ease the fears.
Some will stand there crying and find few are buying tears.
All are someone’s baby lost along the way.
Strangers and sojourners who have lost the need to pray.
And I say, “Pray”
Get down on your knees sweet Charlotte , get down on your knees
I know you have a mission and I hope it is to please.
Take me to your leader because I think I’ve found the cure.
It’s a love that is botanical with determination pure.
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 don’t know why my baby loves clowns.
Whose painted on tears never fall down.
I don’t know what she sees in their eyes
Perhaps the line between horror/surprise…
I don’t know why my baby can’t sing.
Why carnival music isn’t her thing.
It fills my head when I’m at the fair.
Searching for clues in clowns everywhere.
I don’t know why she screams at night.
I hope it’s not why she holds me so tight.
Because I’m the type I’m weak for love.
Carnival music I rise above.
Is it the pain or is it the tears?
For some carnival crime from yesteryears.
Maybe it’s you, maybe I’ll never know.
Maybe it’s me, baby let go.
(chorus)
Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the kings horses and all the kings men.
Tried and they tried but she fell down again.
Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
She went to her shrink ended up at the mall.
Humpty Dumpty wanted it all.
Dennis Mantin
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 following was overhead at my Coffee Shop today…
“Why the long face?”
“Just dealing with ‘bad neighbors.’
“Sorry to hear that.”
“You ever had bad neighbors?”
“I have bad neighbors.”
“How do you deal with them?”
“I just get in their face and tell them that if they’re looking for trouble… Congratulations, you’ve arrived.”
It is always and it’s never, however never in between.
It is always or is never, near or far from pastures green.
No greater pain or suffering, no bigger smiles of joy.
We can’t be in the middle where the masses do employ.
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