Author Archives: Dan Delyon


He sat on a small stool in front of a convenience store picking at his guitar, lost to the world. He was unaware of the eyes that lay on him watching his every movement with pure rapture, wondering if she could ever capture such feeling with sound.

It was to her as if every string he picked were the only one that could have ever been chosen.

The colors that drifted to her on the wind of song were more beautiful than a field full of wildflowers on a bright summer morning. It was then that she discovered the melody that ran through her life.

He sat on the side of the road watching traffic flow endlessly by. He had finished his gig in this city. He felt about the same as he had when he had first gotten here.

Not much had changed. His performance this afternoon had done little more than earn him a ticket to the next town along the way.

He would never know how much he had changed that day.

She looked back some 20 years to the day that music held her hand on the day that her hand would have ended her life.

Now it held her hand as her life’s piece came to an end and a new piece started. She had battled cancer for 4 years and it was time for her to join the music she could hear coming from just off this earths stage.


Hail the master minded miser!

Shower the lofty with your praise!

Flood the mendicant with snearing pity!

And leave the troubled widows dazed.

For isn’t the earth yours to inherit?

Or is it the wind, your just reward?

Who with the ebb of constant dripping

Have brought down judgments fatal sword.

A shout in the Dark.

The goblin stood, looking about
Not a thought crossed his mind.
Looking down at the source of the shout
Glaring, snarling and acting in kind.

A young boy had ventured deep
Into the wood and stood
Now facing what fears creep
Into his most unimaginable dreams.

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Reflected in the water was the state of his soul

As ugly as it ever had been.

Young as he was, he took back control

And gave God the rest of his sin.

Poem by Dan Delyon

The Beast.

Darkness quiet, light Serene

Guide my soul to worlds unseen.

For by thy strength the powers stand

Whence Sounds and clouds crowd O’er the land.

and Stretched from distant fabled place

I see a drama in times of old.

My gallant nave does skew his face,

For inset in his arrogant soul

There be a token of his mind,

A glimpse of things he soon will find.


Flung now aside all play at grace

He flees before the dragons voice.

Beast unearthly, calms not one fear

But plays on all as if a drum.

The brute walks out, with force of his nature

and Bends the mind of all but his creator.

Of one more fool he makes his meal

While watching on  in dream surreal

I find that there is much to know.

Thus, much can be learned from long ago.

~Dan Delyon

Dan D Fortune Cookie.

“Count your blessings, not your successes and true success will find you instead.” ~Dan Delyon

“Can you imagine what would happen if everyone got online at once? I’d be like the day the earth stood still…not because it would overload the internet, but because people don’t usually move around too much while online.” ~Dan Delyon

So so sad:

“… And the English language dies with a whimper.” ~Dan Delyon

“We all wish dreams didn’t come true… Just look at what would happen if everyone else’s dreams of power came true? What we actually mean is that we hope our dreams will come true as the exception to the rule.” ~Dan Delyon

“Have you ever noticed that people like to laugh for no reason? Well it’s not true. They don’t like to, but they do it anyway.” ~Dan Delyon

“If wishes were fishes then we’d all be in the ocean. As we don’t have gills, this might become troublesome.” ~Dan Delyon

Anecdotal fun.

Ah, I can remember the days when rock and roll was a good recipe for seasickness, when rapping was what you did to presents…when a lawnmower was the loudest sound in the neighborhood…but my memory stretches back even futher than that!

I remember during the great depression when a lump of coal was worth more than a toy. I was seventeen then and I still believed in Santa. Don’t laugh!

Well, that Christmas, I made up my mind to get me one of those lumps of coal for Christmas…and seeing as how only the bad children got one, I reckoned I’d have to be naughty the day before so that I could get one of those in my sock. So the day before Christmas, I walked up to my neighbors’ daughter who was five I think…well, anyhow, she was small. I figured that the best way to be a little bad was to make her cry without actually hurting her so I walked up to her and said, “Your momma wears combat boots!”

She didn’t take too kindly to that and she kicked me right in the shin. While I was still recovering from the shock I found out the other thing I’ll never forget. Never insult someone when they can hear you from inside the house. So after I got home I found out that being naughty isn’t as easy as some people make it look. Also, you don’t get the reward for naughtiness in your stocking on Christmas. That was the year I stopped believing in Santa. Ya know why? When I opened my stocking the next morning, I found a little dolly. Ya, Santa must be getting senile. When I went next door to give the dolly to someone who could use it, I got a piece of coal thrown at me. When I woke up, she was playing with the dolly and said that “We can be friends now, if you wanna.”

We actually became friends after that, but no thanks to Santa.

Speaking of senility, what was the point of this story again?