Her voice has not gone silent.

With this distance I can’t hear.

She’s yammering somewhere to someone.

About something, let’s be clear.

A story about a victim.

A heroes journey with a cause.

And an abusively bad bastard.

Who can surf above the laws.

She can speak with such conviction.

And for for sure those will be tears.

Don’t feel bad, she’s fooled the experts.

A practiced art for tired ears.

Some people think I miss her.

I never learned to be that tall.

Truth be such admiration.

For such bold impudent gall.

Saturday past midnight.

Every star is in the skies.

I am waiting for the sun to come.

To go home and close my eyes.

They are filming in the shadows.

Stuntmen fight and lovers dance.

There is something in the sequel.

About a heroes second chance.

I’m not being callous or cavalier.

I’m not saying I don’t care.

I’m not saying that I’m not grateful.

I’m just got old and I’ve been there.

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

A Goddess, she was lovely.

Had me trembling at the knee.

But one bad use of pronouns.

And you know I had to flee.

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.

Dennis Mantin

They said “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.”

“Nonsense!” I replied.

I have mastered online banking.

For my next trick I will attempt to endure suffering without complaint.

I couldn’t keep a straight face.

Oh the smiles had to fall.

That was such a tragic story.

How you suffered for us all.

You walked with Christ and Buddha.

Don’t know how you found the hours.

All those burdens you did overcome.

And still had time to smell the flowers.

I am basking in your glory.

If I dare to stand that tall.

Be careful with that next step.

And that Pride before the fall.

My biscuits take on butter and my coffee takes on cream.

I’m bored with modern culture, and here I hold the scream.

I am curious and embarrassed to wonder what is next.

Like all anticipation when I’m waiting for her text.

She loves me but I’m doubtful, I know she has a fear.

I’m thinking about dying and there’s nothing quite that clear.

In a world of hope and wonder, there is something almost sad.

Like narcissists self importance when only mirrors are the fad.