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, December 21, 2012
(poem) - Doomsday
Well....
Looks like we survived
Yet another
Doomsday contrived
Hard to believe
That it is so
But the world is still turning
Just as it did ages ago
Human life continues
For better or for worse
At least until we have
Another doomsday to traverse
I wonder what
The next crackpot will dream up
To make all the doomsday preppers
Find reasons to bottle water up
The specific dates
Are fun to watch
Because as they pass
We laugh at someone’s botch
Either way
I’m glad to be alive
And knowing each day
I will continue to strive
To be the best I can
And enjoy life for what its worth
Because maybe one day
Someone will be right about the end of the earth
But that day
Is not today
So its time to give thanks
And truly pray
Look at your life
And be thankful for what you have
Ridicule the people later
Take this moment as a salve
Heal your wounds
And prepare your life
Know that it continues
With all of it’s strife
So take this moment
And look around
You are here today
Safe and sound
Breath in deep
Just one time
Taste the air
And enjoy the rhyme
For today could be your last
Remember that, and hold it close
Live your life happy
Enjoying it to the most
Because it doesn’t take
A nasty prediction
To end your life
Without predilection
The memes have already begun
So smile away
For today was not
Doomsday.
--Dan
--Want more Poetry? Check out my Poetry Collection Page!
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Wednesday, December 19, 2012
The Hating of Dreamers
Why is dreaming of a better world such a bad thing? Why is it taken as a bad thing? I’ve never understood why people just don’t want to put aside their differences and put together a world where we can all work together....
Yeah, I’m a dreamer, I fully admit it. How can I not be? I’ve watched this world tear itself a part, day after day, minute after minute for over three and a half decades. There is no end to the pain and suffering, and there is no end to the coverage of it. This is the stuff that drives ratings? This is the stuff people want to see?
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Monday, December 17, 2012
An Empty House
There was a moment, when being home alone was such a great concept. You figure, as I blog from home, and I spend much of my time blogging in seclusion, that having the whole house to myself would help engineer more creativity. Yet for some reason it doesn’t.
I guess its true them, I’m too much in love to be alone. That’s one thing, I don’t think, any of my exes ever got. I don’t like to be left alone. Being in love with a person, really moves that person to the forefront of my life. That person become my muse. And without them casually interrupting me for something as simple as a kiss, I get distracted and start missing them.
Friday, December 14, 2012
(poem) - How My Day Starts
There’s nothing quite like
Waking up every day
Going to the computer
And blogging away
If only that was
All that it entailed
There’s so many other things
That get me derailed
Socializing and commenting
Reading other blogs
You have to do these things
To power your cogs
Discussions and talks
Everyone has many names
These are all forums
No matter the claims
And here I sit
Making friends from everywhere
When writing like crazy
Is what I hold most dear
I suppose its good
Being all for the best
It takes an audience reading
For ideas to digest
My life has a new crazy
The creation has sparked anew
I cannot understand
How I deserve you
I write and I write
And its all just for fun
Yet readers come back
Again and again
I’m humbled and excited
A duality of pleasure
And I will continue to write my best
For every measure
--Dan
--Want more Poetry? Check out my Poetry Collection Page!
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
A Spicetarian Diet.
Okay, I know I’m a picky eater. I’ve gotten it all my life, but what DO you call it when a person doesn’t like the taste of meat or vegetables? I mean, besides a crazy person?
I personally call myself, jokingly, a spicetarian. I love spices, they make things edible. In the end, I’m gonna list some stuff, and don’t go, “EWWWW!” before you give them a try. You never know how good something might be before you try it.
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