I think of the ways we've been
I think of the ways we want to be
I want to see you in your glory
I want to see you dance for me
My heart beats within my chest
Souly for you, do my desires crest
I give myself freely
I sacrifice my body, unto your altar
I'd love to see you in the moonlight
With your head thrown back
And your body on fire
Lit by the lashes of my desire
My soul is yours, my body as well
All my sins are yours to sell
This I declare in the name of the night
Everything I am, is rendered in your plight
As our bodies join together
And our screams escape
I will call out your name
Urging you forward
To a time when our souls merge
Our bodies as one
The love we both share
Combined and done
For you I exist, for you I do dream
A future where we will forever
Never refrain
From loving completely, all of our strains
This night is but one
Of many we'll share
This I do promise
This I do swear
I will see you in the moonlight
Your head thrown back
Your body will be on fire
Lit by the lashes of my desire.
--Dan
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A Brainless Nod is a blog about love and life, passionately written using articles, poetry, and serial web fiction. We are Dan and Lisa, and we both enjoy writing immensely. We hope you enjoy this look at our passions, our life together, and our opinions. Posts are sporadic due to us entering college, but expect new stuff every now and then!
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Friday, July 19, 2013
Friday, July 12, 2013
(poem - Deeya) - A Closed Heart
My heart was closed
For so very long
Closed to all
Who wanted to get along
I had suiters
To be sure
But I cared for none
No matter how pure.
For so very long
Closed to all
Who wanted to get along
I had suiters
To be sure
But I cared for none
No matter how pure.
Friday, July 5, 2013
(poem) - Stupid Phone
Stupid phones are everywhere
No matter how smart they say they are
Having to disassemble them
Because they lock up from time to time
A phone should never
Lock up, like ever
And I flat out do not see
Why people buy Sony
Android phones are trash
They flat out do not last
They cannot take the rigors of every day
I’ve seen them lock up in every way
My wife takes the battery
Out of her’s daily
That is a sad way to be
Phones should be about simplicity
I sit back with my iDevice
Smiling at her torturous device
Wishing a better phone for her
While playing my apps that load with a blur
The fact is simply put
Phones are designed without consumer input
Bells and whistles are nothing but crap
They just want to check their social media app
It’s a shame that people argue
Over which smart phone is better for you
As all have their issues
Making people break out the tissues
But cell phones absolutely rule the day
People use them as much as a tired cliche
They definitely aren’t going away
I just wish they’d make one that would work okay.
--Dan
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No matter how smart they say they are
Having to disassemble them
Because they lock up from time to time
A phone should never
Lock up, like ever
And I flat out do not see
Why people buy Sony
Android phones are trash
They flat out do not last
They cannot take the rigors of every day
I’ve seen them lock up in every way
My wife takes the battery
Out of her’s daily
That is a sad way to be
Phones should be about simplicity
I sit back with my iDevice
Smiling at her torturous device
Wishing a better phone for her
While playing my apps that load with a blur
The fact is simply put
Phones are designed without consumer input
Bells and whistles are nothing but crap
They just want to check their social media app
It’s a shame that people argue
Over which smart phone is better for you
As all have their issues
Making people break out the tissues
But cell phones absolutely rule the day
People use them as much as a tired cliche
They definitely aren’t going away
I just wish they’d make one that would work okay.
--Dan
--Want more Poetry? Check out my Poetry Collection Page!
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Rivers of Inspiration in our Home
There’s something rather insane about living in this house. Mainly...its the people in it. Everyone in this house is a artist of some sort. It makes the conversations interesting, with never a dull moment to be had anywhere....
One of the main things that attracted me to Lisa was her being a published author. Not a self-published mind you, a real published author. You can see her books over on the right hand column. They are quite imaginative, and an interesting read.
One of the main things that attracted me to Lisa was her being a published author. Not a self-published mind you, a real published author. You can see her books over on the right hand column. They are quite imaginative, and an interesting read.
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Friday, June 28, 2013
(poem) - Travel
There’s something beautiful
About traveling the country
Once you get past
Other driver’s stupidity
It makes one tired
Of driving real fast
When you have to hope
That the other drivers you can outlast
It is what it is though
Because you will be able to see
So much
Of this world’s history
Every mile I’ve traveled
Has led me to something amazing
Where I could just sit in awe
Letting my soul rise up and sing
The truly crazy thing
Is that I’ve not seen much
A barely calculatable amount
Have I gotten to touch
I have seen enough
To know I want to see more
The beauty of this world
Is something I truly adore.
In the end
Home is where the heart may be
But my home is where
My wife is most happy
My heart beats
Within her chest
So I make sure
That our travel is always the best
Where we will go next
I have no clue
But there is one thing
That I can promise you
I’ll be with her
And she’ll be with me
Because my wife and I
Will be together eternally.
--Dan
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About traveling the country
Once you get past
Other driver’s stupidity
It makes one tired
Of driving real fast
When you have to hope
That the other drivers you can outlast
It is what it is though
Because you will be able to see
So much
Of this world’s history
Every mile I’ve traveled
Has led me to something amazing
Where I could just sit in awe
Letting my soul rise up and sing
The truly crazy thing
Is that I’ve not seen much
A barely calculatable amount
Have I gotten to touch
I have seen enough
To know I want to see more
The beauty of this world
Is something I truly adore.
In the end
Home is where the heart may be
But my home is where
My wife is most happy
My heart beats
Within her chest
So I make sure
That our travel is always the best
Where we will go next
I have no clue
But there is one thing
That I can promise you
I’ll be with her
And she’ll be with me
Because my wife and I
Will be together eternally.
--Dan
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Friday, June 21, 2013
(poem) - Art is Not Defined as Being a Confusing Mess
It rained once
Inside my mind
Where all the dry stuff waits
Yet the humidity declined
It was an odd time
To be alive
When the boys there
Tried to strive
I don’t like random
With no conjunction
It makes no sense
Has no function
I’ll end the movie
Before it begins
So I won’t have to deal
With puzzling at the end.
Why do people try
To be all artsy fartsy
With out any real
Substance to their story?
Normally I like
A really good art flick
But I do not want to be told
How to feel by some prick
Beautiful movies
Are true experiences
They are so rare to find
As they have to jump over so many fences
But some movies
Just get put out
Because people don’t understand
What its really about
And they think
“It must be art!”
When its really just
Not very smart....
But in the end
I completely digress
I must bet back to art
And looking at a lioness
For pain supercedes
The rainbow’s true love
Ravens come out of the sky
From the clouds above
And rain their love
Down upon the ocean
Where rocks float
Among the graves of the lemon.
--Dan
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Inside my mind
Where all the dry stuff waits
Yet the humidity declined
It was an odd time
To be alive
When the boys there
Tried to strive
I don’t like random
With no conjunction
It makes no sense
Has no function
I’ll end the movie
Before it begins
So I won’t have to deal
With puzzling at the end.
Why do people try
To be all artsy fartsy
With out any real
Substance to their story?
Normally I like
A really good art flick
But I do not want to be told
How to feel by some prick
Beautiful movies
Are true experiences
They are so rare to find
As they have to jump over so many fences
But some movies
Just get put out
Because people don’t understand
What its really about
And they think
“It must be art!”
When its really just
Not very smart....
But in the end
I completely digress
I must bet back to art
And looking at a lioness
For pain supercedes
The rainbow’s true love
Ravens come out of the sky
From the clouds above
And rain their love
Down upon the ocean
Where rocks float
Among the graves of the lemon.
--Dan
--Want more Poetry? Check out my Poetry Collection Page!
Friday, June 14, 2013
(poem) - The First Test of Love: Wedding Planning
There’s nothing like
The stress of a wedding
Plotting and planning
Along with all the double checking
It makes one want to scream
With all their might
Waking from a dream
In the middle of the night
I know
Because I have been there
I’d do it again in a heartbeat
And marry Lisa anywhere
But thankfully
We are done with our nuptials
And are just enjoying watching
Other people’s wedding battles
I swear weddings are bad on purpose
To put couples through big stress
To see if they can handle
The bride worrying about her dress
If they can get past that
Then they can get past most anything
It’s the first time a couple is truly tested
Before they put on each other’s ring
Before they spend life together
They have to survive each other
And only a few can do so
Without becoming a strangler
The best that I can ever say
Is to enjoy your beautiful wedding day
Because it only comes once
At least, if you do it the right way
So cheers to you and yours
Cheers to love conquering all
We gather here this day
To witness the union of those in the hall
Because they survived
The planning of their wedding
We rejoice their love
May it be everlasting.
--Dan
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Friday, June 7, 2013
(poem) - A Strength in True Love
There comes a time
When all men die
But sometimes first
They live the lie.
There is something fanciful
About living life
No matter how much
You go through strife
There will always be
A lie down deep
That prevents you
From getting sleep
Pain will set in
If you let it start
And all your friends
Will faithfully depart
Alone
Trapped in a mine
Alone
Within your own mind
I’ve watched it tear
The strong apart
The weak
Simply do not have the heart
To do what I did
I did it right
I trusted my spouse
Without a fight
I believed in her
She believed in me
And somewhere along the way
Her and I merged into We.
I made a choice
Where some simply cannot
To love her dearly
Until I rot
Yet being buried
Is a long way off
And at men’s typical weakness
Doth I scoff
I enjoy being hers
In every way
Knowing that my love
Will never sway
There is a strength in that
I have found
That most never do
They do nothing but cheat at the sound
Of winter coming
And old age drawing near
I accept its coming
With my love I hold so dear.
--Dan
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When all men die
But sometimes first
They live the lie.
There is something fanciful
About living life
No matter how much
You go through strife
There will always be
A lie down deep
That prevents you
From getting sleep
Pain will set in
If you let it start
And all your friends
Will faithfully depart
Alone
Trapped in a mine
Alone
Within your own mind
I’ve watched it tear
The strong apart
The weak
Simply do not have the heart
To do what I did
I did it right
I trusted my spouse
Without a fight
I believed in her
She believed in me
And somewhere along the way
Her and I merged into We.
I made a choice
Where some simply cannot
To love her dearly
Until I rot
Yet being buried
Is a long way off
And at men’s typical weakness
Doth I scoff
I enjoy being hers
In every way
Knowing that my love
Will never sway
There is a strength in that
I have found
That most never do
They do nothing but cheat at the sound
Of winter coming
And old age drawing near
I accept its coming
With my love I hold so dear.
--Dan
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Friday, May 31, 2013
(poem) - To Flow From Here to There
Poetry that rolls with the flow
Flow that continues down the hill
The hill of life that goes forever down
Down into the depths of despair
Despair that brings all to their knees
Knees that bleed from the impact of life
Life that goes on until death
Death comes for us all
All we are will be carried by memories
Memories fade like passion’s flare
Flares that shoot into the sky
Skies that are brightened up by sparks
Sparks that look like falling stars
Stars that harbor distance planets
Planets that may hold alien life
Life that blooms everywhere
Everywhere around us
Us who live and exist through time
Time that has a beat
A beat that measures the flow
The flow of poetry
Poetry that comes out of my fingers
Fingers that fly upon the keyboard
The keyboard that relays this poem
This poem that went to the far edges of the universe
And Back
--Dan
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Friday, May 24, 2013
(poem) - The Consequence of Breaking the Rules
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
This one don’t.
Okay, Just kidding
But seriously, isn’t it nice
To break the rules
Just like breaking the ice?
The ideas
That can be expanded upon
Are sometimes held back
By the rules we rely upon
For instance this rhyming scheme
Can be a bit droll
I sometimes have to hit a website
That can give me a word like hole
Sometimes ideas
Simply cannot rhyme
Even if you try to do it
With all of your time
The sad fact is
Some rules have to be broken
So others may take their place
Else you just rhyme a word as a token
Break free of the chains
That bind you to your silly ways
It is the best way
To get noticed and get laid
Don’t believe me?
Well you should
I’m eclectic by nature
Half crazy under the hood
Yet somehow I’m married
To the most amazing woman in the world
An amazing development
As my life has unfurled
The fact is
My rhymes hide the fact
That I have problem with ‘beats’
Its just something I lack
So for now I bid you goodbye
As I work out this last rhyme
Or maybe I won’t rhyme at all
Only time will tell if I succeed.
Need, bleed, creed, feed....
AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH
I can’t not rhyme....
*cry*
--Dan
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Friday, May 17, 2013
(poem) - Some Bosses Have it Coming
Bad bosses, bad bosses
They are all around us
Those that take their power
To throw us under a bus
I’ve dealt with them
All my life
They are good for nothing
Except way too much strife
But how do you get them back
When you’ve finally had enough?
Do you lash out and quite
As soon as it gets rough?
Say the day before your scheduled
Would that be okay?
To walk up to the boss
And tell them to have a nice day?
Or maybe you shouldn’t
Even show up at all
They’ll call to yell
And you can tell them where to crawl
Or are you the ‘better person’
And allow them to win
By turning in your two week’s notice
Showing up until your days end?
The fact is, many bosses have it coming
They allow their power to go to their heads
And treat their workers
As if they were brain dead.
Why do people get that way?
How do they fall so far?
Or are assholes predisposed
To climbing the corporate ladder?
All I know for sure
Is that I’m sick to death
Of all these douche bags
Being allowed to take another breath
So if you are in a position
To screw your boss over
I say go for it
Its not like they’d give you a good reference ever
Don’t let anyone take your happiness away
Especially not for a paycheck
Money might be hard to come by
But if your on the way out anyway...what the heck?
--Dan
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Friday, May 10, 2013
(poem) - The Choice of Happiness or Pain
Things progress through time
Even when the lines don’t rhyme
Flowing down a river
Into a happy ether.
Dreams normally speak to me
Of things beyond reality
Yet now they speak of the present
Where love is quite pleasant
Yet how am I supposed to create?
Isn’t pain creativity’s bait?
Maybe I’m wrong
Because pain fed me for so long....
Happiness is an amazing thing
I feel as if I’m flying up a string
But when I sit down to write
The easiest thing to plot is a plight
There are those that create
Where happiness doesn’t abate
They inspire me unbelievably so
With love’s undeniable throw
But when I do such a thing
I start to wonder about flooding
Too much of something can drown
How much should I share before I clamp down?
The things I worry about are silly
Of course my wife and I are touchie feelie
But I know you don’t want to read that
Day after day of love’s mushy format
Luckily there are day to day problems
That need working out with a blog’s dictums
I might be happy as a lark
But there are still problems quite stark
With life in general, and life all around
Like how most of today’s youth is Hellward bound
And luckily, with my happiness where it is
I can use my inspiration to find the best solutions
For that is why I read blogs myself
To work through the pains I sit on a shelf
My dreams of love can fully abound
Because of this way out I found
I shall write and write and write some more
Because writing is something I fully adore
And my wife will fully attest
For she loves my writing the best
So I do it for myself and I do it for her
And I will continue to mention she makes my soul purr
Even when I write about pain
It will always come back to my love for her, again and again.
--Dan
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Friday, May 3, 2013
(poem) - Knowledge's Famine
We need more
Lovers of fiction
Because the worst thing
Is taking art out of education
Parents clip the wings
Of their child’s sweet dreams
So they grow stunted
And believe the blaspheme
After childhood I awoke
To a world in dire agony
Where lies are on everyone’s lips
Being the antagonist’s progeny
The problem is
That very analogy
‘Waking up from childhood’
Undermines imagination, you see?
Imagination is what
Makes the world go ‘round
Okay, maybe that stretching
But its why we know what we found
Science is based
On understanding what we don’t
Imagining a world
In which applied physics work.
Without that imagination
We’d still be in the dark ages
Branding those that look beyond the horizon
As ignorant rather than sage
I know what I’m talking about
For I have lived a life
Where my imagination ran free
And though I have seen strife
I have also seen beauty
Beyond any compare
And seen the eyes of the ignorant
With that dull stare
I know what it means
To be looked down upon
Because I’ve dreamed too big
And seen what’s beyond the horizon
I lived my life
Free of the chains
That have bound the ignorant
To their own constrains
And for this I was blessed
Beyond what you can imagine
Because you have abandoned imagination
To knowledge’s true famine.
--Dan
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Friday, April 26, 2013
(poem) - A Day Made for Writing
Sometimes the sky
Just begs to rain
Yet all it does
Is make the sunlight wane
The darkness of rain clouds
Covers the land
And a cool breeze makes you think
A storm is at hand
Yet the ground stays dry
No matter the humidity
That makes everyone’s hair
All big and poofy
This is a day
For dreamy contemplation
And sitting inside
Enjoying warm commemoration
I never view a day like this
As dark and dreary
Days like this make a dream
Seem like a warm memory
Something to be cherished
And cultivated
Grown into a plot
Of a novel to be celebrated
These are the days
That I enjoy experiencing
Even if they are really no good
For going out photographing
A dark grey sky
Is an invitation to write
To pull out creativity
And form stories with an ink blot
Scribble away
Mighty hand of mine
Write letters on this page
Make my stories shine
With a light that is not seen
Just like the window’s absent sunbeam
Make sure my wit it keen
For today I am writing a story, scene by scene.
--Dan
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Friday, April 12, 2013
(poem) - I Don't Know
The fact is
She doesn’t know
I asked her what to write
And she said she doesn’t know
So what can I write
About that subject
Seems a hard one
To project
But this is what I get
For asking my wife what to write
Now I have to struggle
To do what is right
I wonder if she’ll like
This poem I created for her
As it doesn’t talk about love
Or about our new furniture
Its about a simple
Non-committal response
Given by a spouse
Who didn’t even give me a nuance
So here I sit
Making line after line
Hoping for it to make sense
Time after time
But alas I think I’m failing
In this silly endeavor
Just because I’m trying
Doesn’t mean I’m that cleaver
If only she would have given me
A better subject to write
I wouldn’t have to worry about this
When its published on Friday night
And I could sleep better
In the bed with her
Instead I’ll toss and turn
Worrying about this poem’s future
But this is the subject she chose
I needed a random idea to make the flow
I asked for a subject
And she said she didn’t know.
--Dan
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Friday, April 5, 2013
(poem) - A Child's Imagination
Dreams come alive
Within a child’s eyes
When they see
A Princess at Disney
Yes I know
It seems like a cliche of old
But imagination runs wild
In the mind of a child
It’s a truly beautiful thing
To watch imagination sing
And see the light
Of dreams shine so bright
It makes me want to create
Or start an intense debate
And suddenly the universe is small
Stars don’t seem far away at all
As your soul drifts upon the air
So very far up there
Amongst the dreams of better men
Who had far better acumen
Sometime or another
The child goes back to their mother
Who knows the truth
Because she thinks she’s a sleuth
But the true fact is
She is not the true wiz
Because reality within a child’s eye
Is where the truth doth lie
Because imagination is the key
That makes the future shine brightly
Cultivate that sense of awe
That’s how we’ll get our last hurrah
Because whatever we can dream
We can make as a team
But it all starts in a child’s eyes
Where all those dreams exist because they are alive....
--Dan
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Friday, March 29, 2013
(poem) - An Eighteen Hour Drive
If you have never driven
For eighteen hours straight
Then I suggest you never do
For it’s a horrible trait
It wears down your soul
Watching the road go past
Lines and stripes mark the time
Taking you away from where you were last
Energy drinks help
But only the body
For driving home like that
Makes you feel shoddy
You find yourself wishing
You could push the car a little more
Hoping there isn’t a cop
Waiting to knock on your door
You lay in bed
After the experience
Watching room drift towards you
Making you doubt your grasp on existence
It’s a test of endurance
A test of will power
Driving a car
Hour after unforgiving hour
But the thing is
You see some amazing things
Driving across America
Produces a gift that sings
Luckily I passed the test
Yet again
And we made it home
Safe within the bullpen
And now normalcy
Can creep back in
And I can enjoy the simple pleasure
Of relaxing deep within my den.
--Dan
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Friday, March 15, 2013
(poem) - Cahsh Dynar Night.
Back in Ballad of the Emerald Bard: Making the Band - 5, I knew that Deeya, for the second time, would be called out to perform on stage. It was a wonderful opportunity to pull out a song from her early days as a video game character. The problem is, the song I had in mind was quite interlaced in that old video game's lore.
So, I set about rewriting it. As I rewrote the poem, I created a new city, a desert city named Cahsh Dynar, where there are sultans and the slave trade, giving the city a very ancient Arabian city, with a seedy side. This, in turn, brought out the character named The Masked Canary, and inspired parts four through six of Making the Band. It also allowed me to bring in a different version of Deeya's backstory and add a bit of mystery to her history. I truly love it when inspiration goes in a circle like that.
Either way, please enjoy this poem, out of the story's performance setting where you can judge it on its poetic merits.
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Friday, March 8, 2013
(poem) - Emerald & Crimson Duet
As I've mentioned a few times before, Deeya was a character in a video game I once played. In that game, I had several bard friends, one of which played a 'red' bard, which was a great contrast to Deeya's 'green.' Once, the other player and I sat down and hashed out a duet for the two characters to perform together.
Karn'Al Jex'Ter is a direct homage to that character, though radically different. In the Ballad of the Emerald Bard: Making the Band - 3, Karn'Al and Deeya sing a duet. I rewrote the original duet to suit Karn'Al and Deeya, and wove it into the story in performance format. Here, though, is rewritten poem outside of the story for anyone who loves sheer poetry to enjoy.
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Friday, February 15, 2013
(poem) - Valentines Day 2013
I know exactly
What some people say
The card companies got together
And made up Valintines Day
Fact is I don’t care
Because the day has a wonderful vibe
Knowing love is in the air
Makes life worth the ride
Every day I wake up
And try to make her know I love her
But on Valintines Day
The effort is a blur
There are cards and gifts
In all the stores
All begging you to buy
All the more
The best day
Is the day after
When its all half off
Which causes me much laughter
But the day itself
Is a wonderful day
And I’ll show that I love her
In every single way
The weekend that follows
Will be full of fun
Because we will go out walking
Under the bright sun
And I will profess
My love to her
For she is my world
And there’ll not be another
She will smile
And we will kiss
We will be married
And know such bliss
For she is my love
My lover and friend
And will forever be
Beyond whatever end.
--Dan
--Want more Poetry? Check out my Poetry Collection Page!
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