She is dripping in her darkness now. Pushing words like death and pain and suffering.

“You have tangoed with the Devil to long.” Her words screamed from the page.

Then she added, “Find forgiveness for your mother.”

Obviously she is not reading this blog for forgiveness and love for mine was achieved long ago. I believe this is what the therapists refers to as projection. It is she who has not found forgiveness for her mother.

And as far as doing the tango with the Devil or anyone else, I’m afraid I just am not a dancer.

There is enough pain and madness to go around for everyone and this world just keeps on spinning.

Every morning on the train, I get a ticket that states the time and what day of the year it is… Day 84.  March 25th, 2025.  Time is flying now.

All my life people have argued with me. I am wrong, they say. Fuck it. I am past caring.

I stay silent. I am invisible now. Old.

I am not alone. There’s many of us old fuckers. We could form an army. However, none of us can agree on anything.

I watch the young switching genders like suits or dresses and know in 100 years this will just be a note at best in a text or a novel where the curious wonder how we could have let this happen and some old bastard will mumble: “education and white women and Socialism was the Genesis.” As he waves to masses from his car window,”flying.”

Dennis Mantin

Roses are Red

Life Isn’t Fair

The Big Head Speaks

And I Don’t Care.

When men feel stress, they process.

When women feel stress, they talk.

Generally speaking, women feel uncomfortable with the men’s process because it happens in silence.

For a man to talk when he’s stressed only increases his stress.

I’ll just leave this here and go away for a while and write…

Talk among yourselves

OR

Process by yourself.

A Goddess, she was lovely.

Had me trembling at the knee.

But one bad use of pronouns.

And you know I had to flee.

The Unknown is a bastard.

In the shadows of the morn.

The used to be much larger.

When I was barely born.

The Unknown are surprises.

No preparing will suffice.

If the sun at east she rises.

You’ve a chance and don’t think twice.

I was tired from the outset.

My brain had just shut down.

We were waiting for the time change.

All the warmth had just left town.

I was living near the freeway..

With small beds of memory foam.

There was nothing to remember.

And no hair was left to comb.

When I tripped on your umbrella

You were huddled under rain.

I was hungry and delirious

I was buckling from the strain.

Then this sound that was like singing.

Sounded like a thing that you might keep.

And I faded off to dream world.

In a deep and monstrous sleep.

I