The past is in the rear view.
Approaching fast clutching fear.
I am trying to arm her with love.
She only knows destroy.
Is she teachable?
Hope remains.
Faith is high now!

Dennis Mantin
The past is in the rear view.
Approaching fast clutching fear.
I am trying to arm her with love.
She only knows destroy.
Is she teachable?
Hope remains.
Faith is high now!

Dennis Mantin
She’s smiling now.
It’s more than temporary.
It’s a mask.
Take the good with the bad and wait…
It’s coming.
Emotional relapse.
Patience
Dennis Mantin
Knowing
Up from Down
Imagine not knowing that…
What would that look like?
God is dead is not an option.
Not a viable one!

Dennis Mantin
She said,”It’s complicated.”
I said, “No it’s not. Either you are or your not. It could be none of my business, I’m just asking.”
She said, “It’s none of your business.”
I said, “See how uncomplicated this is? Goodbye.”
Dennis Mantin
My older cousin Fraser whom I haven’t seen in decades doesn’t remember me.
It’s a little unsettling to not register to someone’s mind when they’ve been so important to my memories.
Ah, further motivation to leave my mark with a wee bit more force.

Dennis Mantin
My efforts to get lightsshine on my art is being rewarded with a full spectrum glow!
Such a fabulous thing that brings such simple joy, and can work in the opposite way with equal ease.
Am I learning to treat those 2 imposters, success and failure just the same?
Not in the moment, I’m not…

Dennis Mantin
I took the time that now seems a lifetime ago, to read some of his letters to his brother Theo and was left with the impression that his reputation for madness was exaggerated; and was left with the idea that he might be a better writer than he was a painter.
If that was possible!
Thanks to Luisa for posting part of this quote from Van Gogh and his skies…
” It is obvious that putting little white dots on the blue-black is not enough to paint a starry sky. ”

Dennis Mantin
Dennis Mantin
I meet you in a world, where words they weigh like air.
You hide behind a logline with that long lost terror stare.
You make it so all inviting, its familiar to the bone.
But it smells of desperation, and looks so all alone.
You say that you want honest but in this you’re not as sure.
Cause that ones gonna cut both ways and you’re so far from pure.
I’m not in love, I used to be. I’ve risen past the glare.
Something to get accustomed to, and it seems so far from fair.
Dennis Mantin

Dennis Mantin
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