The Absurdity is in the hand wringing… The worry, strife and sorrow.

The furrowed brows, the panicked fears, the big plans for tomorrow.

I wish I knew this earlier, a regret of wasted time.

Not learning to laugh sooner in the gutters and the rhyme.

Better late than never is as close to no as yes.

No one’s getting out alive, unless I’m wrong a guess.

My friend Victor died a few years ago and last night I saw him and talked to him in a dream and I have never had this type of experience before. I just want to record this and acknowledge that this happened. In my dream, not knowing it was a dream I embraced him and told him that I missed him and began to cry.

Then I woke up and remembered this clear as a bell!

The sun dropped to horizon.

The night fell from the sky.

The worry came upon us.

Like a fear that would not die.

We listen to these moments.

For the truth is in the sound.

And the music plays at heart strings.

In the shadows love is found.

It is sunshine in mid February…. Vitamin D is in my mind.

A sad and tortured memory has lingered there ‘in kind’.

Sometimes I have these moments, I relive and think of us.

I do my best in letting go, trying to diminish all the fuss.

If I can sit there quiet and give those thoughts no say.

They disappear and just like that, we live another day.

Sigmund wrote, ‘One day in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful. ‘

There it is the truth!

I don’t agree with everything Sigmund shared, however this is bullseye!

How I love to complain and share my misery to only later brag about how much strife I have endured and somehow miraculously still the ‘Great I Am’ lives to tell the tale!

Now thanks to Sigmund I now have awareness and know that this trait I share with most humanity can be tempered with some restraint.

I tried to be worthy.

I gave it my all.

All beauty and curvy.

You laughed and stood tall.

It hurts to be honest.

But I’ve given up hope.

That slide is so Slippery.

Unforgiving that slope.

It’s clear and it’s Thursday.

Feeling good, it won’t last.

It is all coming up roses.

I’m at peace with the past.

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

“All the wise men in the world, don’t know what it is like to be as ‘Thick as a Brick.” Sang Jethro Tull.

I do.

That plaque of being dumber than a door nail without the sense to shut up is reaping benefits nowadays however I wouldn’t recommend this as a model for successful living.

I knew you were lying and I didn’t give a fuck… What a rush!