I cleaned my entire house including under the kitchen sink … where I found a previous residents drug stash.

Having had my day with such activities I was blindsided by the unexpected and got triggered.

I had drug using dreams last night for the first time in more than a decade and found myself having thoughts of…

I flushed twice.

He was born into luck in the city.

His smile was handsome and bright.

With a voice they compared to angels.

Too bad he didn’t know how to fight.

The blows they rained down upon him.

The pain had hardly begun.

When his feet found air and distance.

My oh my that boy sure could run.

There is no moral to this story.

There is nothing much more to say.

Except hero’s are a dime a dozen.

The lucky one fights another day.

A brand new day where memory fades.

That what you told me in ancient songs; That I would not become.

Too young to know about your failed DREAMS.

Too young to know that you were really speaking about you.

Just stayed long enough to remember your pain.

I can’t remember your face.

Dennis Mantin

The glitter  lost her luster.

Paranoia’s all the rage.

We’re staying in and looking out.

Too scared to turn the page.

It’s something in the water?

No, it’s something in the air.

Its’ cool now in the evening

I miss that I don’t care.

It’s row on row of nothing. Silence fills clean air.

From their windows with their dogs and cats, the humans come to stare.

It’s peaceful here in paradise. Another day to atone.

I never thought I’d like this, but I’m really all alone.

It’ not that I don’ like people, it’s that I have this mind.

Filled with these people memories… That no where else I find.

Midnight till 10 a.m.

After weeks of broken dreams, I never saw it coming!

Is there anything more rewarding and invigorating?

Yeah yeah, I know, but sex is just a distant memoir to me now.

It’s calmer in the evenings, bathing in that sparkling light.

Just moments of peace and wonder where wonder brings the night.

Before the fears take over and time has had her way.

Its nothing short of dying and those words you try to say.

It’s because we love and want and out of that we grow the fear.

When I see my daughter and wish my Mom was here…

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.

The sun came up this morning.

The cold has had its say.

I’m here with my baby.

The one that didn’t get away.

Been thinking about the memories.

What goes through the mind.

The ones that fade to darkness.

Not clear and hard to find.

The devil’s in the details.

The cold is quite a sight.

I’ve been having trouble sleeping.

They say to go towards the light.

I aint got nothin

The well she’s gone dry.

Its all over but the crying.

No more asking why.

I aint got nothin.

I’m swinging from a rope.

It might be exaggeration.

All this faith, still I cope.