Monday, June 3, 2013

Old Wounds


There’s nothing quite like getting old.  It seems the more you age, the more you hurt.  But I always looked at a bit differently.  It seems the longer you live the more wounds you collect.  And nothing hurts worse than old wounds.

Yes, I’m talking about physical and emotional.  On the physical side, I have the one that scares me the most.  A few years ago, I feel off some rocks on the California coast.  I hit my head pretty hard, bled quite a bit, but it stopped quick enough.  That injury has caused me to have acute motion sickness now.  I never had it before...but now, I go up in a plane with Lisa, and if I haven’t taken something, then yeah...I know it pretty quickly....

Friday, May 31, 2013

(poem) - To Flow From Here to There


This is a poem about poetry
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

--Want more Poetry?  Check out my Poetry Collection Page!

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Hyper-Boredom, the Misdiagnosed Problem with the World


Part of me wishes I had made up the term “Hyper Boredom” but I didn’t.  Its been bounced around for a bit, used as a title to a blog or three, and been dropped a few times by other bloggers just rambling on.  One in particular listed boredom as a huge thing with suicide, and mentioned that most mental illnesses either are boredom, or are rooted in boredom.

For the longest time, I’ve fully believed that boredom was a HUGE issue, and it iss odd to watch it in the current teenage generation.  I’ve experienced boredom, a huge amount of it, all my life.  But there’s something more to it now....

Monday, May 27, 2013

Decadent Artistry


There are few things in this world as decadent and wonderful as chocolate.  I truly feel sorry for those that don’t like the stuff, because they are truly missing out.  Throughout my life, I’ve eaten quite a bit of chocolate.  I’ve even taken a class on how to eat chocolate with wine.

Being an amateur chef, I find flavors to be one of the greatest things about being human.  You can do so much with flavors and taste and spices...yeah, I can go on and on.  But when you find places that does such thing with chocolate, you know you’ve found an amazing place.

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

--Want more Poetry?  Check out my Poetry Collection Page!

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