We were so loud & opinionated in the storm of youth before the calm of fat & grey…

I hope I live long enough to hear the quiet roar of this internet lot in their post advice phase.

Nothing new going on here.

All the answers to those mysteries.

The ones I thought you’d never get.

They wondered in and out of time.

Like some spirits placed a bet.

I just guessed it looked quite funny?

By the way that you laughed and fled.

Never once did I make you look.

I just judged you all instead.

I thank you here for the nothing.

Seems so superior to a curse.

And stupid is as stupid does.

Really don’t know which is worse…

I woke up from the big sleep.

Just in time I might retire.

Not knowing what thoughts to keep

I just tossed it all to fire.

Still remembered all confusion.

From a place they called the schools.

All humiliations and intrusions.

From the masters and the fools.

I cashed in all the betting slips.

Left for the coast with her at dawn.

A plane, a wait and then some ships.

Arrived at sand. The moon it shone.

I’m not looking for those answers.

I don’t expect that they are here.

Just a smile from quiet dancers.

Nighttime rains and daytime clear.

I could be one of you.

However, I chose not.

Don’t know what you have.

But I do know what I’ve got.

You see I have the peace.

Stranger peace of mind.

Never own, just lease.

Such gold, a finders find.

Searching, learning, no cease.

End game, no game in kind.

I could be one of you.

However, I choose not.

Don’t know what you need.

I just know of what I’ve got…

“All my former friends are feminists!”

I have been with WordPress for 11 plus years and I’ve run out of things to say/write on a daily basis: for the last year I’ve been recycling mainly previously published- whatever you might call these things I write…

I am done with this phase of my life and daily writing in WordPress.

We just filmed ‘Rule #2- and the post production is almost completed. We are very pleased with what we have and are attempting to be accepted for the 2026 Toronto Film Festival in September.

I have outlined and will be pitching a concept for a novel and screenplay for something that has the working title of:

The Mansplain Project

If successful, I am expecting to be pissed on from great heights at some point in the near future…

I will be posting periodically about

The Mansplain Project

Cheers and warm regards

Dennis Mantin

Breathing fumes down at the gas plant.

He smiled, “You can graduate to shift.”

I paused and said, “No, I just can’t.”

Then, down that road, I drift.

There is something in not knowing.

That beats the pain of 2 small pairs.

Seems I’m coming now or going.

There’s no one left who cares.

The bright lights they sure is pretty.

In the night they show there’s more.

Another train, a plane, new city.

In the distance, is why what for.

I don’t need your Shaman Healers.

Just some meaning to the light

Left the table and all the dealers.

Choose the day and sleep the night.

The pretty things were all dancing.

And we were looking for a sign.

Dexter danced and shook it off.

Like a Madman on the shine.

We were drinking at the Cascade.

At Leo’s five and dime.

Nothing much was making sense.

Until The Villians were the crime.

It came and went so quickly.

Like a fever at high pitch.

The Era went, and no one saw.

In silent darkness came the switch.

No one gave us warning.

Or at least not one that I heard.

And all the pretty things were dancing.

And the lines were kinda blurred.