Racism Is For the Ignorant

Hate has been around for a very long time.  It seems that since humanity has began, people have hated one another for whatever reason they can.  One thing about society growing, is the fact that most of these lines are starting to blur or disappear.

Admittedly, I will always be able to stand by my friend David, and we’ll be able to be told apart by the different colors of our skin.  The fact is, we both know it.  We both know that not only is there a pigmentation difference, society sees us in different ways.  He joking laughs how he’s the only black man he’s ever known that hasn’t been in the back of a police car.  Its just a sad fact of being alive today, no matter how good the joke is

(poem) - Fear of the Storm

Nothing like a good storm
To wash everything away
All the bad, all the good
All will be okay

Just as long
As lightning doesn’t hit
Something important
Like a power outlet

There’s nothing quite as sad
As the computers fateful, “POP!”
To make you know
That you are full in the dark

Its happened to me
Far too many times
I often dread seeing my home
In the weather alert’s lines.

Rain might wash it all away
But the electricity is something to be feared
For you never know
What destruction will be reared

Hopefully the storm
Will pass on by
Without leaving much
To clean up with a sigh

Rain nourishes
As it falls upon
Just wish it didn’t come
With all those extra electrons

Sounds like the rain
Is letting up
So it is time
For me to go sup

So I say,
“Let the rain fall upon my head
And pass me quickly by
Not fulfilling my utmost dread.”

--Dan

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Insomnia, my long lost friend....

Insomnia sucks worse as you age.  At least that’s how its been for me.  Seems like so long ago, but I wrote a poem entitled Insomnia:

Insomnia, my dearest friend

The only friend that stays, in the end

Sleeplessness has stayed with me through thick and thin

It has always reminded me of the feeling of pain beneath my skin

It holds me tightly through the night

And listens to me sobbing about my plight

About how everyone important to me leaves

Giving me the rest of my life to greave

Luckily I have, at least, my friend Insomnia

To remind me, just how much I miss ya

A Great Love

I love random acts of love.  I’m sure most people would simply say we are still in the ‘honeymoon’ phase, but after a year, we are still very much enamored with each other.  There’s nothing quite like sitting here, concentrating on something, then BOOM, being drawn into a kiss.

Much of my poetry of late has been very mushy, and romantic, and centered on Lisa.  The reason is pretty obvious, as I’ve never been so happy.  Finally finding someone that understands me, in her own odd way, has been the greatest gift ever.

Post #100

One hundred posts.  Doesn’t seem like such a big deal as I write this one, but wow.  What a journey.  I know there’ll be many other milestones along the way, but this blog has truly been an amazing experience.

When I first started A Brainless Nod, I thought it would be a fun way to get me writing again.  Sure, I’m writing a novel, but its hard to really set a schedule when its just you and words that seem to stretch on forever.  Blogging has an instant gratification to it, that is such an amazing experience.  But I never thought it would take on a life of its own.