The physical world is easy because our senses tell us that this is real.

The spiritual not so much.

The financial is truly what’s easy to meditate on. The mental is a toss up dependent on the individual or moment. The emotional is dominant in the mental world and just as flawed. These are the 5 features that make up this human experience.

The physical world of man made technology and innovation has separated us from the spiritual, but the spiritual world is there, connecting and binding it all…

Dennis Mantin

In the worlds above this one.

Time doesn’t behave as it does here.

Not necessarily one thing after another.

A moment can seem like a lifetime.

Several lifetimes like a moment.

I don’t know this to be true.

I read it in a book.

I don’t want to forget the possibilities.

Dennis Mantin

The poets plight to paint or write…

Isn’t really a plight at all.

It’s the madness of everyday 9 to 5

That’s the saddest plight of all.

To take the time from love and life.

While loathing what you do.

I remember the time I can’t forget

Tis art that got us through.

Dennis Mantin

Don’t know your motivation.

You’ve been fed bad information. Can’t speak to your frustration. Guess an ancient situation. Do you know how you go got that stain? I get it that you like pain.

Is that your motivation?

You love it when you say no. You love me cause you say so. When I touch you I see tears flow. Say goodbye because I don’t know. Going crazy is a no go.

Don’t know your motivation.

Dennis Mantin

We are all members of a single human family… across time and space, adventurers exploring the world.

Strong, fast survivalists, worthy of awe inspiring admiration and praise.

Time to start supporting and championing our Tribal brothers and sisters.

Time to awaken to the facts that we all are a single human family.

Dennis Mantin

An old man was meandering up the sidewalk with a cane and the button on his tweed hat read ‘ Peace begins with a smile ‘

I thought to myself, so does deception; but it was early and I hadn’t had my coffee yet.

Dennis Mantin

The bad luck raised suspicions, on a path that was beat down.

No one dared to look within or see the wise men in the town.

It was happening for eons, as long as Grandad could recall.

Like a dark foreboding plank walk or a dream in which you fall.

Until the child spoke her words that, “Maybe somethings wrong with me?”

So we made a meeting with the Doc, down at the Family Psychiatry.

The doctor raised awareness and we all took a look.

Things are looking so good now, might take Grandma off the hook.

Now life is far from perfect however the family’s not so sad.

Looking in the mirror, not blaming blind luck, good or bad.

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