Why are there so many churches in small town USA? I mean, seriously.... It doesn’t make too much sense. I suppose it does when you get down to normal human social interaction, but...I thought religion was supposed to bring humanity above such nonsense....
Its when you talk to people that you realize what exactly is going on. People not liking a particular preacher because of something he said about somebody. Or people not knowing why certain people go there because they are too poor or too rich to be in the same company as others.
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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Monday, July 22, 2013
Friday, July 19, 2013
(poem - Deeya) - Altar of Desires
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
--Want more Poetry? Check out my Poetry Collection Page!
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
--Want more Poetry? Check out my Poetry Collection Page!
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
New Orleans: A City of Amazing Food
Architecture, beauty, the occult and religion, and weirdness aside, New Orleans is know for its food. Creole food. Hot and spicy and completely different than anywhere else in the world. You know what adjective describes it best? Good.
I’ve had knock-off Cajun food all my life, and though I was always impressed, I’ve never been overly turned on to it. I can say that the Cajun spiced chicken is the only chicken I’ll eat without a ton of ketchup, and the Cajun spiced turkey is the best tasting lunch meat you can get.
I’ve had knock-off Cajun food all my life, and though I was always impressed, I’ve never been overly turned on to it. I can say that the Cajun spiced chicken is the only chicken I’ll eat without a ton of ketchup, and the Cajun spiced turkey is the best tasting lunch meat you can get.
Monday, July 15, 2013
New Orleans: A City of the Dead in Truth
I’ve always known that, if I ever did it, the minute I stepped in the French Quarter in New Orleans, I’d be blown away on many different levels. Even knowing that, I was still blown away on so many levels....
I’ve visited a few cities in the US in my life. Many of them had crazy histories that were well worth listening to. But none of them compare to New Orleans. I dare say that New Orleans is the only city in the US that has a history that is comparable to some of the cities in Europe.
I’ve visited a few cities in the US in my life. Many of them had crazy histories that were well worth listening to. But none of them compare to New Orleans. I dare say that New Orleans is the only city in the US that has a history that is comparable to some of the cities in Europe.
Labels:
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French Quarter,
New Orleans,
NOLA,
occult,
religion,
travel,
Voodoo
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.
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