Our Monster, she has green eyes. Her hair is bloodshot red.

I thought I couldn’t get more tired. But I got her instead.

There are mysteries in the heavens. But here it’s bought and sold.

Our Monster she’s been spinning tales into silver, gems and gold.

But the shelf life has expired. All her power spent and gone.

Our Monster had her visit here. Our Monster she moved on.

The Empire Maker warms his feet. Seems content there by the fire.

His thoughts are now in the street, though he’s aiming for just higher.

He is speaking now in quiet tones. They take in every word.

Nothing left to chances, no lines that will be blurred.

Their actions will be final and break the quiet of the night.

By the river, in the shadows, just before the Sabbath light.

Some had plans that just took to long. In their minds to kill a king.

Took the time to talk to much and the hell that that can bring.

Now there’s nothing but that fire, and some memories and smoke.

The story tellers have their myths and jokers have a joke.

The wise man has his silence and the peace that that can bring.

In the valley of the blind where the one eyed man is king.

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

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 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.