A holy place is never empty.

History books are less than kind.

To tears and sorrows left behind.

Stewed and reaped and so refined

And outta sight and outta mind.

A different myth there to find.

A heavy heart of pages lined.

Subtle scribes so undefined.

Into dirt they often grind.

Dennis Mantin

It’s about order and wisdom and about of course, of course.

Don’t tell me about all you know and then put the cart before the horse.

Its ancient and outdated, antiquity for sure, for sure.

Its like when you give advice and I wonder why it is you’re poor.

Dennis Mantin

Wilf said,

“Life is a journey from point A to B… However, instead of thinking about the journey as a straight line; think of it as a spiral.” He continued. “Everytime we go around a day, a year, we gain experience and the spiral gives the straight line new meaning.

Harold said, “During the Depression, I worked from sunup until sundown, chopping down trees, up to my arse in snow for a dollar a day.”

I understood why they called it the depression.

Dennis Mantin

The major benefit from the misfortune of childhood tragedy I have found is the awareness of such pain has left me with zero desire to repeat these events with my own child.

I have consciously sought a relationship of trust and honesty with a keen eye towards avoiding humiliation.

I miss that time before people knew everything and even the annoyances of the occasional… “I don’t know.”

It’s Truman and Capote.

Shakespeare and Macbeth.

It’s Homer and the Illiad

And Merchants peddling death.

It’s the Bible and the Proverbs.

Commandments and the rules.

It’s Fredrick and his observation

Of Kingdoms and the Fools.

It’s Dostoevsky and the Russians.

It’s sometimes you, often me.

It’s story that we’re telling.

And there’s no fiction that I see.

I’m losing at this Bladder War. A search is on and you know what for. A public toilet with an unlocked door. Dreams beyond I have no more.

Valentine’s day is over and the chill has lost its cold.

The romance isn’t over but the truth has not been told.

I loved her for her beauty and I still live alone.

Her smile was on the surface with ugly to the bone.

The old girl said “don’t worry… there’s many in the sea.”

I said, “I’m not worried, I like my company.”