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”

Dennis Mantin

I was left with pain and suffer, and some sales at the dollar store.

The security guard he wept last night but said he’d be coming back for more.

Saw your photo on social media. You have that gap in your front teeth.

Distinguished, grey, and dapper. No signs of struggle underneath.

I left no plans for coming back. Think that’s best for everyone.

I heard you laugh. It was the best. It sounded like you won.

It felt bad at the beginning. Now I’m numb and not do sore.

It took some time to come undone. Now I’m coming back for more.

I seldom worry about the event.Just your opinion. I can’t control what happens. However, your feelings I try to.

Perfection is my problem. I never seem to achieve it. But I know I’ll be bored if I ever do.

First impressions are the worst. Especially if they’re bad. It may not be difficult to make a mountain from a molehill. However, it’s impossible from a hole.

Walked in silence on the snows hard crust. My mind it roamed from wrong to the just. I watched an eagle swing from the sky… The silence was broken with his mighty cry.

He looked so proud. He looked so tough. His freedom, his kingdom. His only musts.

Then, a mighty thrust that shook the air. In seemingly gloom and much despair. His blood fell on his rocks from our of the air… And the silence was broken beyond repair.

No doubt nine times out of 10; Suicide is killing yourself in spite of yourself.

I received a call from someone whom I knew in the small east coast hamlet I grew up in, and she had found some writings I had penned when I was a teenager as the result of buying the property where I grew up. I received the package from Ethel yesterday and will share several of these writings over the next few days…

I like where I am.

Zero desires to be someone else.

Comfortable with what I’ve become.

I have far from all the answers.

I watch the struggles of the young, and I remember.

I remember the despair and confusion.

I want to tell them that it will be all right.

That this to shall pass.

However, really, I don’t know.

I like that I grew up when I did… before everyone knew everything.

I like that I don’t know…