Was flickering in that distance.

Or was just my point of view.

No closer than your resistance.

Or my disdain for something new.

I’ve been looking for distraction.

From all that’s tired, bowed and old.

With no additions by subtraction.

And all the love is frozen cold.

All this silence is not golden.

There’s just nothing left to say.

All this new does not embolden.

It just drives the good away.

I will not worry.

You will walk this way or that.

No nt in a hurry.

No revenge, or tit for tat.

Seems to be so easy.

The way I hear people lie.

Like breathing, soft and breezy.

Like the truth would them cry.

I was looking for the answers.

Young Earth had just got old.

In a search for cure of cancers.

No one knew or truth be told.

I was reading at the Google.

Hummed a song that Kanye dealt.

I got drunk and played her bugle.

No one cared bout how I felt.

There are answers. I keep trying.

All this time that I could waste.

At the end, there’s no denying.

It’s all God. No copy-paste.

I was a boy when people asked me…

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

‘Unafraid.’ I thought.

“I don’t know.” I answered.

I just wanted people to stop hitting me. I just didn’t want to be afraid all the time.

I grew tall and people asked me.

“Why are you so angry?”

“Why do you drink so much?”

“I don’t know. ” I lied.

I am 58 years old and I am a father and I know what I want. To teach her and show her love and support her and be her friend… and paint and make films.

“I will tell story.”

Said I.

Dennis Mantin

Being alone

Is like nothing else

Incomparable…

You discover things there.

That you couldn’t possibly know any other way.

I remembered everything dramatic until I didn’t. I let that shit go, which is a monumental gift.

However, I  remember certain individuals from my childhood who, at the time, I thought were unreasonably cruel. Now I realize they were just human. Nothing more or less. So, to those people that I criticized on the eastcoast!,

“All Apologies!”

I have not been privy to such a way of comfort and luxury, and the cool light, easy, relaxed frame of mind that accompanies such demons…

I suspect not many have prior to this century, and for those that did, I suspect their ancestry are in some way in charge of the current shitshow.

Cities are burning in paradise, and the leaders are seemingly suggesting that in the land of hope and opportunities and prosperity and ingenuity, that next time, there will be water in the fire hydrants…

It’s really difficult to know what exactly is going on without sounding crazy or sinister.

Leadership is now reduced to mansplaining, and in the words of Mr Arthur Fleck, maybe just maybe we are getting what we fucking deserve.

I look at life differently now.

Back in the beginning, I knew everything.

Now I know I know very little.

I know my life is my experience, and I appreciate my experiences more every day.

I love being a parent, maybe as much as I love my kid, and some days, it is something other than love. It is the experience of…

Today, I love my kid!

Today, I see the importance of me trying to make someone else happy.

Most everything has advantages and disadvantages. It’s all about perspectives.

Dennis Mantin

I was looking for the answers.

Young Earth had just got old.

In a search for cure of cancers.

No one knew or truth be told.

I was reading at the Google.

Hummed a song that Kanye dealt.

I got drunk and played her bugle.

No one cared bout how I felt.

There are answers. I keep trying.

All this time that I could waste.

At the end, there’s no denying.

It’s all God. No copy-paste.

I’ve been listening to the masses.

They be trying to bring me down.

I’ve been taking master classes.

Ever since the blues dropped into town.

They are talking about oppression.

Like, it’s shiny and brand new.

So much horror in that lesson.

That ironic cake to chew.

They are raging, eyes are blurry.

Tears they fall like April rain.

Going nowhere in such a hurry.

Like they just discovered pain.

I’ve been looking for a chorus. That won’t break us into songs. Maybe something just to bore us. Take our rights back from the wrongs…