(poem) - Moving Beyond Death Around Us

Death doesn’t affect me
As is does so many others
People pass from this life
Tender goodbye’s from Grandmothers

I tend to morn more
When people chose to go away
Life has it’s end
Death will have its day

Many leave this existence
Shrouded in clouds of pain
It is a blessing to see them pass
For there is nothing left for them to gain

The only true sadness
Should come from tragedy
For those are unexpected
And will be missed greatly

But even then
We continue through this life
They wouldn’t want us to bog down
With an excess of strife

I’ve had people leave me
That were close indeed
And I have been effected
By grief’s own creed

But it didn’t slow me down
Because life is still amazing
Even without them here
Without their life’s rays

I’ve seen death come
And I’ve seen death go
But I know that I’m still here
To enjoy life’s disco

It’s a lesson we all must learn
To get past all the grief
Because there is more to life
Than wallowing on death’s reef.

We don’t know what is beyond
We don’t know what comes next
But I know that life has rewards
That have amazing context

Grief is a powerful thing
But don’t let it get you down
Those that have passed
Do not want you to frown

When I shed
This mortal coil
And find death
At my very own door

I want people to remember
This very simple thing
That Life is fragile
And you should ALWAYS sing

Because grief always ends
As does waves upon the sand
Life shall go endlessly on without us
As it goes on, without them.

--Dan

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Blog Spring Cleaning

I keep looking at this blog and thinking about what I’d call ‘trimming the fat.’  Some of the earlier posts just aren’t up to snuff.  Heck, there are a couple of posts that are really just ads for other posts.

Right now, I feel as though the pace I’m setting is great.  Four posts a week are really working out, and it leaves me a wiggle room to write other things.  But I can’t help but look at my post count, and wonder if I should divest the blog of some of the earlier posts.

The Joy of Homemade Bread

There’s something wonderful about doing nice things for people that could use some nice things done for them.  Recently, I started making my bread homemade by hand.  It tastes better, lasts longer, and is just plain awesome when you get down to it.  Especially considering how honestly easy it is to make....

Cooking and baking are crazy little things, so many things can go wrong, and frankly people are just afraid or lazy about the prospect.  I don’t really blame them, I’ve always been kind of scared to make my own bread, when its already decently cheap from the store.  I guess that changed when I first ate at Panera Bread.

(poem) - The Amazing One

She calls me the amazing one
And I do not know why
She is the amazing one
To my discerning eye

She’s taken my life
And given it meaning
Turned it around
From that fateful online meeting

My life was changed
That very day
I saw her picture
And I fell for that display

She answered my reply
Starting the romance
That led to our marriage
And our current dance

She wakes up next to me
Every single day
Greeting me with a kiss
I cherish in every way

She gives me the freedom
To pursue my passions
Writing and Photography
Including snuggling sessions

I get to cook anything I want
And try out new recipes
For you never know what I’ll whip up next
That will change our dieting.

The woman is a beauty
To simply sit back and behold
I could simply watch her breath
If the truth be told

I stare into her eyes
For lengths at a time
And get lost again and again
Hearing the angels chime

I could build her up
And put her on a pedestal
But she belongs by my side
Marring her is nothing more than a sequel

To the romance that started
Not so long ago
For we are completely locked
Within passions throws

She caused all this
Because she replied to my hello
She is the amazing one
That is what I know.

--Dan

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The Great Pizza Experiment

The first time I ever tried a homemade pizza, at least the first one I remember, wasn’t that good.  I don’t remember much about it, just that it was pretty awful.  From then on, as I kept seeing how cheap pizzas were, I never understood why someone would go through the trouble to make one at home when they were so cheap.

But then came the Indian Commodities, and tons of flour.  And I mean OMG amounts of flour.  Making my own bread was the first obvious step.  And wow, what a step.  Making bread was far simpler than I had imagined, and there are billions of different recipes online.  After finding out which exact recipe I loved, and what made the other recipes not so good, I wondered what I’d make next.