Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Even Way Back Then

"Even Way Back Then"
~ ~ ~
I wonder if maybe
I understood to early
If the hurt made too much sense
To me
~
I'm no genius
There's no Einstein here
But knowing ever too early
That's something I fear
~
Should I wonder that
Should it make me afraid
And has that fear impacted
The decisions
I've made
~
If a person
Understands at thirty
I suppose that is normal
But that's not me
~
A freak who understood the bleak
Understanding at ten
Too soon
Even way back then
.
D
03/02/2007

Monday, December 26, 2011

Harsh

  
"Harsh"
~ ~ ~
I stepped out
Upon the lawn
The wind blew cold
Harsh
Against my face
~
Through the leaves
Almost reaching
Crying out in some attempt
For me again
To care about this place
~
To care about this place
This sharp edge of lonely
That hovers endless
Every night
~
The tempting calm
Of warm soft sun
Floating timeless
Gentle light
~
Gentle light
Such an illusion
Harsh
It will scorch
Your back is turned
~
I'm no fool
I've learned my lesson
Besides
There's nothing left
To burn
.
Dg
Danny Gunter
01/29/2007

Friday, December 23, 2011

Pen To Paper


“Pen To Paper”
   
Pen to paper,
I recall the year.
When I broke,
A year for tears.
  
I rested a tired head,
On another’s shoulders.
Only heaven knew of coming,
Falling boulders.
   
Crushing my soul.
Crushing me inside.
And they still smile on you,
Knowing your lies.
   
January 1st,
Nineteen ninety-eight.
Our 1st New Year,
Must have been fate.
Quoting your words.
I heard clearly,
Too late.
   
Pen to paper,
I recall the year.
When I broke,
A year for tears.
  
   
Dg
Danny Gunter
12-23-2011

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

What's the Point

 

"What's the Point"
~ ~ ~
Can it drag out
Can it just take too long
Can such a deep lasting hurt
Lead our wants to be gone
~
Can we force ourselves to dream
Can we force ourselves to endure
If just the thought of tomorrow
Leaves our soul unsure
~
I mean what's the point to have
Then have it taken away
What's the point of knowing words
When you've no idea
What to say
~
What's the point of having light
When there's nothing left
You want to see
What's the point of having tomorrow
When there's nothing left
You want to be
.
Dg
Danny Gunter
02/24/2007

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

It Is Just A Place To Start

  

"It Is Just A Place To Start"
   
My story it may feel sad.
An ending unfitting considering all I had.
Ever a place to rest,
A shoulder on which to lean.
All might be unnoticed if I hadn’t seen.
    
A loving mom, a loving dad.
A few sisters of which I have.
There are many things you don’t choose.
Ever a reminder to be glad.
   
Sisters, nieces, nephews and cousins,
Every part gets a hand from fate.
You do not pick the joined of your heart.
Generations only make them grate.
   
I’ve always a place,
To rest my weary heart.
Appreciate your family.
Try to understand,
It is just a place to start.
    
Dg
Danny Gunter
12-20-2011

I Can Only Hope

 "I Can Only Hope"
~ ~ ~
~
This time of year
Is so hard on me
Angry at myself
Not feeling free
~
Angry at myself
Since I feel so sad
Dwelling on the things
I believed I had
~
See the people laughing
They smile, I smile
Feeling so empty
Looking on presents
In piles
~
Gifts given of love
Given in heart
And all I feel
Is torn apart
~
I can only hope
As I hear them laugh
As I want to cry
~
I can only hope
That every part of love
Is not a lie
~~~
Dg
Danny Gunter
12/22/06

Sunday, December 18, 2011

With My Pen of Endless Ink

 
"With My Pen of Endless Ink"
~ ~ ~
I would like to say
That it will happen tonight
This will be the last
I write
~
Because I don't want it to matter
And I certainly don't want to cry
But nothing moves me past it
No matter what I try
~
I have cried tears
Until rainbows end
Believing in those
Who never were
My friends
~
I have promised tomorrow
I meant every word
But no one was listening
Never heard
~
I have pledged myself
I have pledged my all
And in that honor
A lonely fall
~
I would like to say
It will be tonight
This will be the last
I write
~
Still the sun will rise
I will write tomorrow
With my pen of endless ink
Filled with sorrow
.
Dg
Danny Gunter
04/25/2007

Saturday, December 17, 2011

I Will Fly

 

"I Will Fly"
~ ~ ~
I know this shadow
Will always carry sadness
That led me into
This madness
~
This dark haunting maze
Where moments bleed into days
Where I feel so lost
In life's bitter haze
~
But I will rise
Spread my wings and fly
Even if I still
Sometimes cry
~
Someday I will forget
The look in your eyes
When you left
Left me to die
~
I will rise
Into this shadowed sky
I will rise
And I will fly
~
Past this dark
That you led me to
I will fly
And I will finally
Have forgotten you
.
Dg
Danny Gunter
 
12/31/2006
(r 12-17-2011)

Friday, December 16, 2011

Just Say Please


“Just Say Please”
    
Inside my head.
Can’t get it out.
Screaming tears,
A deafening shout.
      
Wake in a silent dark.
Such a foreign place.
Prisoner no way out.
Can’t move no space.
      
An alien surface,
Jagged sharp brushing your skin.
Held by hands you cannot see.
Trapped here since when?
    
The air is stale teetering on a ledge,
You can’t see how it feeds.
So begging in tears,
You scratch, you plead.
  
Unseen hands caress your face.
Voices softly laugh offering clues.
No dues, no fees.

  
Whispering relentless,
“Just say please.”
    
Take all the time,
To take your ease.

  
Repeating, repeating,
“Just say please.”
     
Dg
Danny Gunter
12-16-2011

Saturday, December 10, 2011

No Pain No Gain

  
“No Pain No Gain”
  
Dear God, was I starving?
Reached out my hand you made me full.
Desperate and lost,
Just a dreamy fool.
   
Not a gambler by nature,
Random was the chance,
I’d gamble at all.
An invitation only dance.

But it’s ok,
My heart was true.
My failure was,
My trust in you.

All’s good, yeah, it’s ok.
No pain no gain.
I’m good, I got this,
Won’t be doin that again.
    
Dg
Danny Gunter
12-10-2011

There is a Place Here



"There is a Place Here"
~ ~
It feels eerily quiet
Inside of me
Like if you could open the lid
Empty space is all you would see
~
Like I could stand in an inferno
And it would not burn
And I cannot feel my heart
Though I know it still churns
~
Like an alarm that still sounds
With its owner long dead
A long forgotten grave yard
Drifts in my head
~
Countless are the headstones
But none bare names
No years, no dates
They all look the same
~
They are the graves of hopes
And dreams who died
~
And somewhere
There is a place here
~
Where I would sit
When I cried
.
Dg
Danny Gunter
12/19/2006

Friday, December 9, 2011

You Know The One

 
“You Know The One”
 
The trinket or the picture,
You know the one.
The one you keep on the back of the shelf.
After all is said and done.
  
Nostalgia it’s quick,
Sneaky and it can catch us all.
But it only catches,
After a fall.
  
A simple fall,
Of one sort or another.
Way back on the shelf,
Where the light might smother.
  
The trinket or the picture.
You know the one.
Way back on the shelf.
After all is said and done.
  
Dg
Danny Gunter
12-09-2011

Crimson Pools


“Crimson Pools”
    
The wounds are deep
Blood drips upon the page
Forming crimson pools
Of rage
 
Liquid resentment
These vengeful eyes
Blur the pools
I will not cry
 
Let the rage envelop
The darkness pull you in
Let the rage protect
Never again
 
The wounds are deep
Blood drips upon the page
Forming crimson pools
Of rage
 
Dg
Danny Gunter
07/09/2006

Thursday, December 8, 2011

HAPPY HOLIDAYS or MERRY CHRISTMAS?


HAPPY HOLIDAYS or MERRY CHRISTMAS?
 
For me, either is fine, I realize and understand that deep down it is another person wishing me well during this season of celebration and giving.  I could let my little rant get mired down in the Bible, or the origin Yule.  But that is not my goal.
  
A season of giving should be a season of giving and I am personally partial to the phrase “Happy Ho-Ho!”
 
When pressed against the law, the separation of church and state.  Law is always going rule in favor of the state.    Well, it should, unless I’ve misunderstood the point. 
   
Zealots on either side of this make it an ugly situation and at the center of a person’s beliefs, the center of their home and family should not be altered by an alternate phrase that to me means the same thing.
  
If you say Merry Christmas, out of obligation, it’s misleading and possibly a lie.  If you say Happy Holidays out of your convictions, it is not misleading or a lie.  Both are enduring statements, bidding wellbeing to another, during this wonderful season that has gotten beaten down in the bickering of definition and religion.
  
So if your child happens to ask “Why don’t they say Merry Christmas?” Can you just say “Because they follow a different faith than we do.”? 
  
If you really think that Christmas is only about Santa and what they do or don’t say at the stores.  I’m kind of thinking that you got lost in the bickering somewhere.  It just seems to me that, especially on this topic, we keep forgetting what it means to share.  Sharing is not just for toys.  Sharing is also for time, seasons and our world.
  
Your family.  Your Home.  Your Church.
  
Our Store.   Our Street.  Our World.
  
Our Season of Giving. 
 
Happy Ho-Ho!!!!!

An Open Letter to Chick-Fil-A

This is the link to the actual blog:

JOHN PAUL - An Open Letter to Chick-Fil-A

Here is the letter:

An Open Letter to Chick-Fil-A


To Chick-Fil-A, Truett Cathy, and the WinShape Foundation:

It is with a heavy heart that I write to you saying that I can no longer, in good conscience, patronize your establishment. Nor can I partake of your delicious, succulent, juicy chicken.

I mean, I would like to. Oh trust me, I would! But the beef (ha!) I have with you isn’t about your chicken. Your chicken is actually quite good. Your ongoing support of anti-gay organizations and hate groups, however, is what has left me with a bad taste in my mouth.

I had deduced that your business was religious - meaning I noticed it was always closed on Sundays and I just sort of guessed. And that’s fine. I live in Oklahoma and I know plenty of Christian businesses who do the same thing. That much never bothered me.

I never really knew what Chick-Fil-A’s opinion of gays was, but I probably wouldn’t have cared. You are free to have whatever rampantly bigoted views you choose to hold, and I have the right to call them just that. If one of the Chick-Fil-A cows were a homophobe, I’d hope he’d have the common courtesy to at least keep that to himself and we would be fine.

But then you had to do it to me. You just had to push me away. You went and donated $2 million, money that customers like me helped you make, to anti-gay organizations like the Pennsylvania Family Institute. These are people who have said that striking down Prop 8 was a direct hit to human civilization. They’ve said same-sex marriage threatens children, hurts families, and punishes society by caving in to a radical sexual revolution.

I’ve checked your tab, and apparently that’s not the only anti-gay organization you support:
 •Marriage & Family Legacy Fund: $994,199
 •Focus On The Family: $12,500
 •Exodus International: $1,000

Oh, that Exodus International one is a low blow, Chick-Fil-A, because that group’s entire purpose is to eliminate and “cure” homosexuality like it’s a mental disorder.

And then you sent out a message saying you’re not anti-gay and that you respect LGBT people. But then, well, this:

http://news.change.org/stories/yes-chick-fil-a-says-we-explicitly-do-not-like-same-sex-couples

That’s an odd definition of respect. And you’re absolutely sure you’re not anti-gay?

Come on, just admit you don’t like me. It’s pretty obvious. You’ve given money to organizations who are actively trying to make sure I don’t get to enjoy the same rights as heterosexual couples. You have helped fund hate groups who, according to the Southern Poverty Law Center, are listed right alongside the KKK.

So I think you’ve made it pretty clear how you feel. Now here’s how I feel.

I refuse to spend my money at a business that supports hate, and I encourage others to do the same.

Maybe you think a small number of people boycotting won’t make much of a difference. And, you know, that may be true.

But when I think that even so much as a penny, a single freaking penny of my money went to Exodus International and helped fund their sick, perverse practices of “curing” gay people, it breaks my heart.

It makes me physically ill to think that a single cent of the money I paid to eat your chicken goes to a hate group who clearly disagrees with my very existence. And when I think, even for a second, that I have in any way helped a group who is trying to undermine my civil rights… well, it makes me want to puke.

And suddenly, I’m not so hungry anymore. No matter how tasty the chicken might be.

But hey, if you meant what you said about not being anti-gay, and if you’re half as Christian as you claim to be, then I’ve got a proposition for you.

Homelessness among LGBT youths is rampant, and charities and churches all over America are struggling to provide them with food, shelter, and a positive environment. Even if you think their sexual orientation is a choice, they are still human beings - and they are suffering.

Here’s one organization that could sure use some help:
http://www.aliforneycenter.org/

And even if you don’t feel like giving a monetary donation… I bet those homeless teens could really go for some free chicken.

Just a thought.

I certainly hope that you have read all of this and heard me out. I also hope that, one day, I may again enjoy one of your chicken sandwiches with extra pickles and waffle fries. It was my favorite!
   
Until Chick-Fil-A stops supporting these hate groups, however, my morals will simply not allow it.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Please don’t think that I am in any way validating suicide

Please don’t think that I am in any way validating suicide.  I am simply attempting to explain it from my point of view as I have, in my own way, come to understand it.  If this offends anyone for any reason I apologize.  I am not educated in psychology this is how I have learned to understand it.

I suffer from both depression and an incapacitating phobia (that means when I am confronted with the object of my fear, I lose the capacity of rational thought and behave recklessly.)
 
When you hit that breaking point (where you are forced to fight or flee) it is a horrible, horrible feeling.
 
In the instance of my phobia, the setting for my reaction changes, it can hit me anywhere.  In the car, at a friend’s house, at the park, out for a walk or even out at dinner.  (My phobia is bees/wasps/hornets)  These are battles that I can win or avoid and therefore manage some control over my fear.
 
When you hit the darkest point within depression it's usually from many things you encounter daily.  The places and triggers are always similar or the same.  So you fight / flee from the very same trigger, in the very same places every single time.  It can hit you when you open a photo album (any photo album), when you pull into work, when you pull into your garage or driveway or when you unlock your front door. 

It is the same battle over and over and over and over again.  Every day, with everyday things, an everyday battle that you will never win, you can learn to endure it.  You can learn to lessen the impact of the battle on your life, but it never really will go away.  For me, Christmas is hard, for personal reasons, presents under any Christmas tree takes me back and it always makes me sad.  (I am way better with it now, but I will always have to remain mindful and keep my mind on track or it will make me sad every single time.)
 
From all that I have read, Don Harman had support of friends and family.  He had an understanding family and loved his work.  I can only think that he just became too tired, of that everyday battle, for reasons I will never understand.  When a person suffers from depression and takes their own life, they may just be tired of fighting every day.  It never means that your friends or family could have done more.  Sometimes we just have to rest, and some of us have to do extraordinary things to get the rest we need. 

This doesn’t make it ok or acceptable.  I just want to shine a little light to hopefully help some people understand.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Creativity


"Creativity" 
   
I think that,
My creativity may be,
A very dangerous place,
For me.
  
I can imagine worlds,
So many stories I could write.
But it leads a winding path,
To wrongs not right.
  
If left to wander,
Along on its own,
It always leads me back,
To the saddest place I’ve known.
  
So I try to remember the spurs.
And pull correctly on the yoke.
What I create doesn’t have to resound,
Or be my sadness wrote.
 
Dg
Danny Gunter
12-04-2011

Saturday, December 3, 2011

In The Summer


"In The Summer"
  
These people keep coming
Knocking at the door
I keep telling them
He doesn't live here anymore
  
Sometimes they want to visit
Have something to say
I don't know how to tell them
He was taken away
   
Some say they have seen him
The body was never found
A ghost of what was
Who still wanders around
   
I have to tell them I'm sorry
But Danny isn't here anymore
He was gunned down in the summer
Of Two-thousand four
  
Dg
Danny Gunter
04/13/2006

Friday, December 2, 2011

Woulda – Shoulda



“Woulda – Shoulda”
 
That old tune,
Began to play as I was driving along.
A few months ago,
I probably woulda skipped that song.
  
Just changed the channel,
Or pressed the arrow to skip.
But I sang it again,
My head and shoulders did not dip.
  
I sang it again.
And I did not cry.
I was able to sing and smile.
My cheeks remained dry.
  
But the first time I heard it,
During a misleading trip.
I’m not ashamed knowing now.
I shoulda pressed skip.
  
Dg
Danny Gunter
12-02-2011


In memory of Don Harman

this wont be posted on twitter or facebook, it is just a note to myself of what I posted on Don Harmans Sympathy page.

Shared in memory of Don Harman.
    
Battling depression is hard to understand for those who do not battle
it. I have battled it most of my life, this poem is one that I wrote
and read often when the dark gets too dark.
  
If you fight depression you can find support in friends, family and
your doctor. Don't be afraid or ashamed to ask for help.
 
"I Roar Out Against The Dark"
    
My eyes flutter open
Something passes over me
This is so dark a place
How has this come to be
     
I know I have been chained
For far too long
The chains are so heavy
They are so strong
   
The weary starts to take me
The peaceful void of sleep
Something stirs within me
Something buried deep
  
The smallest voice
Speaks within
My eyes flash open
Wide again
  
The darkness knows
That it cannot hide
But still it swells
As I reach out my mind
   
The darkness tries
To wrap me tight
But past the dark
I sense the light
  
I take a hold
I beckon it in
The darkness knows
It cannot win
   
I raise my head
Against my fears
Lying in puddles
Of wasted tears
  
The chains now old
Are covered with rust
So tired, so heavy
But I know that I must
   
I stretch myself
I break the chains
   
I roar out against the dark
  
Danny Gunter
 -
12/2005
    

Yesterday, Tomorrow and Today

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"Yesterday, Tomorrow and Today"

Oh my God,
I hoped and I loved.
I wished that my heart,
Could rise above.

Can a heart rise?
When it believes?
Past the times,
When there's no way to retrieve?

Love can be broken,
Love can be wrong.
Love can be hard,
Hearts can wonder where they belong.

There are no easy answers,
There is no easy way.
When you try to reconcile,
Yesterday, tomorrow and today.

d

Danny Gunter
06 07 08
Danny Gunter
Revised
12-02-2011

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Why I Support Occupy Wall Street


Before the crash there were 3 major contributors. Lenders (Banks), Hedge Funds (Investors, i.e.: Meryl Lynch) and Insurance (i.e.: AIG).
  
Lenders were giving loans using money provided by Investors. Investors were investing money and selling bundles of investments back and forth saying the bundles were sound and safe to invest in.
    
The Investors also took out insurance on their investment bundles knowing they were very unsafe investments. So when a bundle of investments failed, the Investors had already made huge sums of money on the sale then they made huge amounts of money when the investments failed.
  
AIG really got the hind end in all of this and was one of the first companies to receive bail out money because if AIG collapsed it would have devastated the economy.
  
That’s it in a nut shell, my simple explanation.

Monday, November 28, 2011

 
"I Was There"
   
I was there in the black.
I was there in the void.
I was there in the confrontation,
You avoid.
    
Did you think that no one would notice?
Did you think that no one would care?
Or have you forgotten,
That I was there?
      
I was there in the black.
I was there in the void.
I was there in the confrontation,
You avoid.
   
Did you doubt?
Did you question?
In the time before,
What was done?
     
What did you think?
What do you believe?
What from the shadow,
Do you receive?
  
You are the only,
The only one who knows.
The secrets of where,
This goes.
 
I was there in the black.
I was there in the void.
I was there in the confrontation,
You avoid.
 
Dg
Danny Gunter
06/24/2006

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Do You Know The Cost


"Do You Know The Cost"

There really are no answers,
Other than the place,
You allow your wondering to rest.
Regardless of how trivial or monumental,
The test.

You can place importance,
Upon those intangible dreams.
Then lost to the smoke of time,
It seems.

You can place importance,
Upon that which you can touch.
Perhaps the storm winds will blow,
And you will miss so much.

That which is gone.
That which is lost.
And only in its value to you.
Do you know the cost.

Dg

Danny Gunter
10 7 07

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Occupy LA - PLEASE READ & SHARE 4 EVERYONES SAFETY

My friend is participating in Occuply LA today, here is a timeline of todays events, sounds like everyone did a good job (Including Law Enforcement)

7am PST-Occupy LA organizes near 4th Street and Figueroa in downtown LA. The Service Employees Union is the main organizer & they are there in abundance. The plan, march to 4th Street and Fig & set tents out & circle the tents in an act of civil disobedience & wait until they are arrested

9:23am PST-The protester's permit expired at 8:23 am, it is now an hour later & the police have assembled about a block away from the main sit-in. 18 have linked arms & encircled the tents that are in the middle of the intersection.

9:50am PST-The police are using a tactic to separate the main protesters (the 18 in the circle around the tents) from the rest of the crowd by simply pushing them back with merely their presence, the crowd is responding to their request to move back.

10:00am PST: Riot geared officers are about a block away, but do not move forward, as regular uniformed officers disperse the crowd.

10:30am PST: The crowd has mostly moved to the sidewalks & now there is a double row of people, officers on one side, and the Occupy LA organizers forming a line on the other, keeping the two sides separated.

10:45amPST: The officers in riot gear have moved in and formed a circle around the circle of main protesters and are now beginning to move them an arrest them one by one. A police videographer is there to document each arrest.

11:00am PST: All is calm, the main 18 have all been arrested and the crowd is moving peacefully to 4th and Flower, in front of Bank of America for a small rally.

THX Lucky-Dog Stephens ! Pass it on for everyone. It's silly for anyone to get hurt that includes Police, protestors & bystanders.

Old Doors



"Old Doors"

Our path of life,
Leaves us with many old doors.
Some that you miss,
Others hold resentment from before.

Everyone glances,
Down those old halls.
Faded frames of old doors,
Litter and adorn the walls.

I have one old door,
I reinforced with concrete and stone.
I sealed the frame,
With dreams, flesh and bone.

When you lifted your hammer.
Only debris after you razed.
In utter disbelief,
I cried as I gazed.

The fact became clear,
Nothing can resist gravity.
The romantic fantasy faded,
As it fell into reality.

Dg
Danny Gunter
11-17-2011

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Honeybee



"Honeybee"

The world might be beautiful, 
If you couldn't see it for what it was.
The tiger is alluring,
absent its teeth and claws.
 
The shark is fluid,
As it glides the seas.
Still coldly dark in it's eyes,
and teeth.
 
The honeybee is brilliant,
As it hovers on fragile wings.
Beautiful like humanity,
Deceiving with it's sting.

Dg
Danny Gunter
11-16-2011

Thursday, November 10, 2011

The Land of the Free

   
"The Land of the Free"
~~~
Mobilize into action
We are American after all
Crumbling ash
Blinding eyes
Mobilize
Hear the call
~
The innocent suffered
For what indecent cause
And the ignorant in far away nations
They offered applause
~
And why should I care
It of course was deserved
We offered our arms
And this cost
We reserved
~
We
~
Well of course that would include
You and me
And of course it doesn't matter
If you can't see
~
We are American
The pagan, the God fearing
And the others
Yes
They are we
~
The Buddhists
The Muslims
The Christians
The Jehovah's
Oh and yes of course
~
Me
~
We are Americans
Or can you not see
From the outside
~
These boundaries don't exist
In this country of we
For we are America
The Land of the Free
.
D
Danny Gunter
07/05/2007

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

’Twas A Night Around Christmas


   
“ ’Twas A Night Around Christmas ”
  
See our smiles?
That light in our eyes?
Just another Christmas,
Nobody fought or cried.
 
Suddenly so quiet.
Suddenly so gone.
In those irrevocable weeks.
So much went wrong.
 
Before you could see.
The joy of our smiles.
The bright in our eyes.
‘Twas only for a little while.
   
‘Twas a night around Christmas.
A soul dimmed in the house.
And nobody noticed.
Not even a mouse.
  
Dg
Danny Gunter
11-8-2011
    
She knew us and she loved us.
Se would never be less than proud of us all.
She was awesome and we were blessed.
Never doubt that!

Anyway

"Anyway"
    
I miss my life,
As if I'm qualified to say,
What this isn't or is,
Anyway.
   
What parts are ok to keep?
What parts ok to let go?
And still remain me?
I want to know.
    
Which hurt is valid?
When is the laughter true?
When's it ok that someone,
Make a wreck of you?
     
A hit and run,
Or drive by shooting,
How many lives?
I keep rebooting.
    
Start over from scratch?
I'm running out of windows.
I'm running out of doors.
I just don't want to hurt,
Anymore.
  
I miss my life.
As if I'm qualified to say,
What this isn't or is,
Anyway.
     
d
09 16 07

Monday, November 7, 2011

Echo


Echo
   
An echo of laughter, in the blink of an eye,
I don’t want to lose this.  So lonely am I.
   
The spark of hope, in the wake of a dream.
This hurts so much I just want to scream
   
The memory of a smile, in a wishes last breath.
Have I lost you already?  It scares me to death.
   
A moment of thanks in the second of giving.
Without you here, life isn’t worth living.
   
D
Danny Gunter
9/1992
unrevised

Bill Maher on Super Rich

Wall Street Occupation for Dummies



I'm for the occupy movement but the protesters need to know their local, state & federal laws governing assembly both in private & public. The crazy baptists protest EVERY THING & never get gassed, maced or pelted.  WHY? They know & observe the law.  If you are protesting legally and they violate your right to (legal) free assembly, hello law suit.  I refuse to believe only the Crazy Baptists are able to understand how it works.  They have signs at funerals  Thanking God for Dead Fags and Dead Soldiers because they do it within the law.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

A Revolving Door



"A Revolving Door"

I believe life is like,
A revolving door.
In the rotation you find things,
That should stay or not reside anymore.

Pleasing and hurtful are assigned a floor.
The important is destined a penthouse suite.
Sometimes the alarm sounds,
And you must retreat.

Stand by the curb,
Evaluating potential harm.
A fire, a storm but the same feelings,
Sound the alarms.

I got a message,
From an old friend today.
Departing a new place.
New is a word I choose to say.

For everyone in my life,
I’ve chipped a place in my heart for you.
Most chips are filled with a warm,
But a few are zero cold its true.
 
I can go years,
And say hello like its yesterday.
The universe knows that I never,
Run out of things to say.

So I hope that you and I,
Share a star in the sky.
I’ll not forget,
Even though I cried.

I’m home knowing life is like,
A revolving door.
In the rotation you find the things,
That should warm or grow cold evermore.

Danny Gunter
Dg
11-5-2011

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Revelations


“Revelations”

I began with a knowing,
Always thought it was a curse.
Hello through goodbye,
A phrase so often rehearsed.

I'd sifted through the wreckage,
So often with people I loved.
Even though I knew the risks,
I let myself rise above.

I knew the risks.
Still I answered the call.
Only to crash.
Such a long fall.
    
In a moment of your fear,
Or a moment of clarity.
You opened up revealing what you were,
How you felt and what you thought of me.

So I'm back where I began.
What most believe a destination.
Truth is I’ve just come full circle,
In my book of Revelations.

Danny Gunter
dg
11-02-2011

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Resident Evil {movies}

They are working on another movie right now. I believe it is called Retribution. But I was wondering what happened to Jill and Angie from the 2nd movie, Apocolypse. I found answers to several interesting questions pertaining to the series:

Resident Evil Faqs

Why is it called Elmer's Glue?



Wiki

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elmer's_Products,_Inc.

Elmer's

http://m.elmers.com/about/faqs/general

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Birthday


"Birthday"

My birthday comes,
Every January.
That’s something,
That defines me.

That date came and went,
Both before and after I was born.
Every January twenty-first,
Day by the sun is shown.

While uneventful,
By many standards,
During my life,
I've learned many lessons.

Fire is tempting to play with,
But only toy responsibly.
If I'm playing and anything is hurt,
The fault lies with me.

People are tricky,
Sometimes hard to understand.
Your value doesn't decrease,
If you've only one hand.

People in your life,
For the most part are transitory.
When asked for the truth,
They've their own story.

Some will tell what they saw.
Some will twist and deceive.
Sometimes every day things,
Are hard to believe.

I've learned that my word is valuable.
Truthful is better than pleasing.
Often times at first sight,
We don't understand what we’re seeing.

Your distance from me,
Doesn't affect your place in my heart.
Over the span of our life.
We never even know when a lesson will start.

Right now I'm forty-two.
Soon I'll be forty-three.
My birthday comes in January.
That's something that defines me.

Danny Gunter
10-20-2011

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Forged


"Forged"
~~~
Forged in pain.
Tempered by tears.
Etched by deception.
Hardened by fears.
~
Ground down to breathless.
Carved by trust.
Swept neat in piles.
So much dust.
~
Painted of shadows.
Molded like clay.
So, should I thank you,
What I am today?
~ ~
D
01/12/2006
~
Danny Gunter
Revised 10-18-2011

Saturday, October 15, 2011

FaceBook Tip: Blocking Annoying / Uninteresting Applications

If you don't want to see posts from an app, click the right top corner of the post. A little menu will open at the bottom you will see "Block all by 'annoying / uninteresting' application". Choose that for every app you don't want to see. You can undo it later if you change your mind.

Simply


"Simply"

I fear that I was pushed.
I've fallen.

Fallen far into an abyss.
I've hit bottom and find,
There's nothing I miss.

Nothing that I want.
No dreams.

No desire,
Nothing I miss.
I can't feel the fire.

Fallen too far.
Too dark.

Where no rope can reach.
Where finally there are,
No lessons to teach.

And it simply is,
Simply,
What it is going to be.

Nothing I can do.
Never free.

Burdened with a future.
Bound,
Tied down by a past.

Because simply,
Nothing lasts.

Because it simply is,
Simply,
What it was meant to be.

And simply,
That's not enough for me.

d
09/10/2006
reposted/revised
dg
Danny Gunter
10-15-2011

Prejudice

"Prejudice doesn't just go away, knowing when to behave correctly does not free anyone from prejudice. Prejudice must take many generations to fade, I still witness it because of many social & cultural mistakes that began centuries before I was born. Simple respect and equal possibilities are all I would like, prejudice will only fade in its own time."

Danny Gunter
Saturday, October 15th, 2011

Friday, October 14, 2011

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

 
"It Is What It Is"

A hard telling,
I've to tell.
At it's end,
It didn't end well.

It spawned hate.
An ending forebode.
None should follow,
And carry this load.

The onset of winter,
The heart of cold.
Longing an embrace,
None will hold.

I know I ramble,
Again, again and again.
For this story.
Has naught a begining or end.

It is what it is,
Never more than that.
Neurons flash traveled paths.
Endings with no way back.

I did wish, I did believe.
That upon our end you would see.
But you never had the hope.
To fight for me.

dg
Danny Gunter
10-11-2011

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Hansel or Gretel

  
“Hansel or Gretel?”

Don’t really matter...

Did you hear that creek?
Did you feel that crack?
I feel hunger.
Do you know the way back?

No, no. Wait, watch,
Come to feed the fish?
Drop a coin.
Make a wish.

The pond is silent.
The bed is naught but salt.
It’s been that way,
Forgotten waltz.

The waters gone black,
Drop your coins, spill your tears.
This pond’s been stagnant,
Too many years.

So...

“Hansel or Gretel?”
  
Don’t really matter...

Do you hear the creek?
Do you feel the crack?
I feel hunger.
Do you know the way back?

dg
Danny Gunter
10-9-2011
"Blink"

History moved,
Right passed me.
Touch the button,
Push to see.

Auto flash?
Do you understand?
In focus?
It's in your hand.

A blur? A shudder?
A momentary frame?
An instant? A blink?
Nothing's the same.

10-9-2011
dg
Danny Gunter

Friday, September 30, 2011

Flash Burn Moments


"Flash Burn Moments"

Light pours from the heavens
It cuts like a knife
Flash burn moments
Of a sad little life

The drops come in droves
As if falling from the sky
Does all the water of Niagara
Rest behind these eyes

A city full of buildings
Not a single light is on
Walk the streets alone
I am the only one

These images so sharp
As they rip me apart
Exploding within
Piercing my heart

Like a barren rock
Adrift in space
I lay down to rest
I have found my place

Dg
10/17/2006
Danny Gunter

Thursday, September 29, 2011

London Bridge



Did everybody else know that The London Bridge is in Arizona?

Ok, that is only partially true:

A bridge has existed at or near the present site (in London) since the Roman occupation nearly 2,000 years ago. The earliest contemporary written reference to a Saxon bridge is in 1016.




In 1968 they sold the London Bridge (designed by Rennie) to an entrepreneur from Missouri named Robert P. McCulloc. This bridge was taken apart and each piece numbered, then sent to Lake Havasu City, Arizona.

Back in London, the modern London Bridge opened in 1973.



So if you find yourself in Lake Havasu City, Arizona, don’t be surprised when you cross over London Bridge.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Silhouette

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"Silhouette"

Press my hand against the glass
Watch the image vanish as if it lasts

Fading vapor
Fading silhouette
So unlike the moments I can't forget

From the glass
The image slips

Fading vapor
Fading silhouette
So unlike the moments I can't forget

From the glass
The image slips
So unlike the feeling
Upon my lips

So unlike the feeling
This dark inside
So unlike the echo's
Of your lies

From the glass
The image slips

Fading vapor
Fading silhouette
So unlike the moments I can't forget

Press my hand against the glass
Watch the image vanish as if it lasts

Danny Gunter
10/08/2006

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Small


“Small”

The sun breaks the morning,
Then it sails across the sky.
Then the dark and usually the moon.
Beautifully reflected in our eyes.

So many days average,
So many funny stories told.
So much warm, so many tears.
So much hot and cold.

Average can be exhausting,
These mountains may look so tall.
Try to keep it simple,
Try to keep it small.

One small step for soul.
One small step for heart.
Take a breath, rest, we never know how,
Tomorrow will start.

Danny Gunter
09-27-2011

Saturday, September 10, 2011

'Can I Say We?'

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"Can I Say We ?"

Beyond imagination
So much smoke
Beyond reason
It must be a joke

Are they really running
So much debris
I am only watching
What do I see

It must be a joke
This can't be real
Are those buildings falling
How should I feel

I cried
No way to understand
How a person can do this
By their hands

Are we deserving
Am I qualified to say we
Am I too a victim in this disaster
I see

Can I say we
What did I do
What did we do
I ask of you

How can you hate us so much
This disasters touch
What did we do
To hurt you so much

How can I grasp
Or understand
This horror given
From far away lands

Because I just don't
Understand

D
09/10/2006
In memory of 9-11

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

"Just A Body On Display"


"Just A Body On Display"

A dimming of the spirit,
With the fading light of another day.
Heartless breathing hollow,
My heart was torn away.

Horrifying a cadaver,
Walking soulless and empty.
Just a body on display.
Can you see through me?

The polished stones,
Stand tall in the grass.
Time froze then shattered,
Like tempered glass.

It was a pivotal moment,
An E L E.
Extinction level event.
That tore the soul from me.

A dead man walking,
With a noose of dying hope.
Amidst wreckage of broken dreams.
Around my neck the rope.

The gallows are made ready,
Or would you prefer the chair?
Maybe the injection?
Do you even care?

Endlessly dark,
Through the fog I just can't see.
The loving hands that once caressed,
Were the same that strangled me.

dg
Danny Gunter
09-07-2011