Wednesday, December 29, 2010




I hoped once,
I even dreamed.
Then I woke up,
And all I did was scream.

Dreams really nightmares,
Under some sort of guise.
Beautiful and hopeful,
Until you realize.

That it doesn't matter how you hurt,
Or how much you feel.
Dreams once dreamt,
Oh yes they can kill.

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Tuesday, December 14, 2010

No One

no one
"No One"

If thunder heads have tops,
I have flown among them.
I have seen the sky reach forth,
Too ground the stem.

I have danced in the light,
In the morning sun.
Between the moon light of the night,
And the coming of the one.
An honor I can only guess,
Not given to everyone.
Yet we soared,
We rose a hairs breath above.
What we mortals refer to,
As love.

Occasionally I can find a smile,
Built on a foundation of lies.
So I cry and I cry while the mermaids,
Wipe tears from my eyes. 
I cried and I cried,
Still, you never said why.
Why I was offered no reason.
Left naked, ignorant alone.
In the harshest of seasons.
I screamed for you,
I screamed and screamed,
Until voiceless it seemed.
I couldn't scream anymore.   
And you never once even looked,
Never checked the door.
Occasionally I can find a smile
When I think back to then.

But no one.
And I do mean no one.
Will ever make me hurt,
Like that again.
Danny Gunter

Saturday, December 11, 2010

The Frame

“The Frame”

The frame was flawless,
The picture was perfect.
As I dream and I ponder,
And recollect.

A storm born in anger,
Blown on rage filled winds.
Consuming home and families.
Myself and many friends.

The frame was broken,
The glass was shattered.
I tried to pick up,
The pieces that mattered.

The glass cut my hands,
Blood dripped of my heart.
My eyes cried tears to a sea,
No force could part.

But the frame was flawless,
The picture perfect.
As I dream and ponder,
And recollect.

Danny Gunter



1. Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.

2. Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game (or tinker in your workshop!) before helping around the house.

3. Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.

4. Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!

5. Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is anon-verbal statement often
misunderstood by men. Aloud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot
and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to 3 for the meaning of nothing.)

6. That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a woman can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.

7. Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say
you're welcome.

8. Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying F@!K YOU!

9. Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning
this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is
now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking "What's wrong?" For the woman's response refer to 3.

Share this to the men you know, to warn them about arguments they can avoid if they remember the terminology.

Share this to all the women you know to give them a good laugh, cause they know it's true.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Even Though I Breathe

"Even Though I Breathe"

Haunted by shadows,
Of things that never were.
Still the memories and feelings,
Remind and stir.

All of my passion,
Apparently has died.
Perhaps it drown,
In the tears I've cried.

Maybe I drown,
Even though I breathe.
At the end of a tunnel,
With nothing to believe.

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Sunday, December 5, 2010

All I Ask Is That You Remember

All I Ask Is That You Remember

“All I Ask Is That You Remember”

May I ask a bit of your time?
I have a few things I would like to share.
That is if you will take the time to read,
Assuming of course you care.

I have few redeeming qualities.
That lift some people’s hearts.
I am a valuable friend at times.
When at edges things fall apart.

I claim to be no angel,
Far from any sort of saint.
I will deny any knowledge of tools.
I will not help you move or paint.

But I carry a light,
Into the darkest of places.
And in the dimmest of nights,
I can bring a smile to faces.

But I will forever,
Never be more than me.
Please never ask,
To share my presence with he.

He who forced me to a place,
Where the harshest part of myself resides.
I’ve no shame in admitting.
For this part of me,
I have no pride.
All I ask is that you remember,
It was never me who lied.

Danny Gunter

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Martina McBride - Anyway

I do believe that we have a source of creation (I believe its female, mothers are the source of life. I do not believe that the source becomes invlolved on a daily basis, nor performs regular miracles for us. For if the source could do that, its neglect to the starving, diseased and all the wreckless wrongs would be preventable. No different from you seeing a person on fire and taking no action to help. If "God" could prevent, he would. Had he that power, or at least allowed himself to perceive pain as we do, he would be directly inclined to neglect. We have global hunger, disease and hopelessnes. The simple matter is, if God could stop it, he is as cruel as a person with a wet blanket watching a person on fire and allowing them to burn, simply because they need to learn what to burn feels like. I'm sorry, I've a conscience that couldn't allow that to happen if I had a way or method to help. If "God" can prevent, in my heart, that makes him perverse in his teachings. Help when you can, and we, and perhaps even "God" is unaware of the outcomes. Step back for a moment and consider, maybe we have as much to teach as we have to learn.

Friday, December 3, 2010

All I’ve Left to Remember

All I’ve Left to Remember

“All I’ve Left to Remember”

I felt something significant,
A long time ago.
All I’ve left to remember,
As days, weeks and years continue to flow.

Hurt is all I’ve left,
Something that mattered,
A scene of a murder,
Where blood splattered.

Some yellow tape on a door,
An outline of some body on the floor.
All I’ve left to remember.
If I reflect anymore.

Impressions of a weapon,
That can never be found.
A body missing heart.

Danny Gunter

Thursday, December 2, 2010



It really makes you wonder,
What this world has to be.
With all the hurt and hopelessness,
We witness and see.

I mean tragedy strikes,
Through natures force.
But some hurt is knowingly given,
Without remorse.

What kind of person,
Would you have to be?
To hand out needless pain,

An offer of hope inside a promise,
Such powerful words we say.
What sort of a world do we live in,

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Wednesday, December 1, 2010

These Holiday Days

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"These Holiday Days"

They feel so empty
These holiday days
Magical illusions I miss
In so many ways

Looking for this years trinkets
This year's teddy bear
Glittering memories
Of never there

Shopping together
For family and friends
So many precious moments
Well, that depends

Only seemingly special
Lies compounding lies
Snowflake teardrops
Fall from my eyes

Magical illusions
As insignificant as me
The magic of a season
I no longer see

Snowflake teardrops

They feel so empty
These holiday days
Magical illusions I miss
In so many ways