It’s March of Lamb and Lion.
It is darkest before the dawn.
Still cold and getting colder.
On the street that’s my front lawn.
Still working in the city.
I guess it’s what I do.
Still feel something could break soon.
Something good for me and you.
It’s raining now in February, no snow and ground is wet.
They say that it’s not over, there’s more punishment to get.
I’m stuck here with my baby and my baby she is nine.
We are stranded here in paradise, alive and doing fine.
I decided not to follow, the path was to well worn.
The walkers were all burdened with a look of wrath and scorn.
Except for faraway daydreamers and yes there was a few.
As long as they didn’t smile to long at the not too happy crew.
It was difficult to leave them but I knew I could not stay.
There was no hugs or sad goodbyes, just ‘you best be on your way.’
I sometimes think about them or see one in my dreams.
And sometimes they all laugh at me and are busting at the seams.
It’s all joy now on the home front.
All the sadness has rained down.
The blue birds are all dancing.
Since Miss Drama has left town.
Now I’m not saying I don’t miss her.
Not saying that there’s no stress.
I am just thankful for the silence.
Enjoying the simple life, God bless!
Dennis Mantin
I found the sun again today just for a few moments somewhere …
There beyond the shadows where Memories Are like fog in mist…
Fading Drifting Shifting Love. Giving just a moment of Desired Relief…
No residue of your piercing cold heart There in the warm…
The Glow Returned Above the Valley This Morning..
I had to Stop to sneak a Look at God’s Work!
Plato said, ‘No one is more hated than he who speaks the truth.’
Now you tell me! Christ here I am spilling the goods, thinking that I’m providing this wonderful service; pissing off all who hear my valuable opinions, only to realize I was just creating hate.
By association… I wonder if Plato observed that no one is more loved than he who tells lies?
Probably not.
The sun rose up today, hidden really behind a grey backdrop…
I wasn’t fussed.
I didn’t rejoice perhaps like I should have at the sheer marvel of it all, agape in wonder!
I just turned my head back to the screen.
My 9 year old daughter informed me last night that she gifted me a mug with the word ‘FRIEND’ on it for Father’s Day a few years back and that I had not really acknowledged the fact that she considered me her friend as well as her father…
This my Dear Friend is correct and I offer you my deepest apology. The first full sentence you ever said to me was, “You and I are like best friends. ”
You said that when you were 2 and I strive to be your friend and thank you for being my greatest teacher. ❤
Will you look back upon this period of your life and exclaim that this was the difficult times?
I suspect this will be the case however I don’t forsee any sadness in my quarter for I did the best I could under trying circumstances and you piled on as much shite as you could muster searching for a breaking point you never found and never will, not in me… No, I will not give you that kind of power; for that burden would be too great for you to carry.
After this, you and I will take different paths and I will not speak of you as like so many distasteful things, this is part of the past.
