A Simple What Could Have Been

“A Simple What Could Have Been”

  

I thought we re-wrote the stars.

I burst out of that dark little room.

For you.

Because of you.

Everyone in my life,

Should give you a round of applause.

A standing ovation.

Being with you.

Your vacation.

Your recreation.

You seemed so real.

But just a silhouette.

Shadowed by lies,

Right before my eyes.

  

So, I guess I took a ride on a horse with no name.

To a beautiful hotel in somewhere California.

Where nobody leaves,

And they remember your name.
Any time of year,
You can find me here.

I had to stop myself,

From believing.

After all.

It all was false.

Another lie.

And I banked it all on,

A simple what could have been.

Do you remember when I asked?

When I asked what you wanted?

Your silhouette said yes.

Still when the sun came out, 

It quite simply set.

Such a long time ago,

It feels like a yesterday's before.

I remember the place we were.

But I don’t drive past there anymore.

Danny Gunter

11-27-2018

 
 
 

“To the World from America”

  

We all are NOT Trump.

We are a land of immigrants,

We took this land from the Native American’s.

We restricted people of color from voting for 95 years.

Maybe we should give that back.

Allow, for 95 years where,

Native Americans and all people of color,

Enforce that their vote count as two votes.

For 95 years.

After all this time, 

It only seems the only just thing to do.

  

Danny Gunter

11-10-2018

Marble

“Marble”

   

Skin of marble,

Carved with might.

I fill myself with sun,

I fill myself.

I surround myself,

With star light.

  

Dg

10-31-18

Jeanne Robertson | The Great Marmot Standoff

The Eyes or The Shoulders

 

  

“The Eyes or The Shoulders”

    

Just finished brushing my teeth,

In the mirror I wondered,

What becomes tired first?

The eyes or the shoulders?

  

Almost 49 years now,

I am simply not sure.

Is it the eyes or the shoulders?

Which show most what we’ve endured.

  

I clearly wasn’t paying attention,

After knot ridden shoulders,

After all the tears.

 So, which is it?

Our eyes?

Or our shoulders?

After there have been so many,

Of life’s many boulders.

  

Danny Gunter

9-30-2018

September 18th, 2018

“September 18th, 2018”

   

Everybody wants me gone. 

I suppose it shouldn't have taken so long,

But they don't know when I wake up at night,

To check and see if everything's alright.

They just want me gone,

So, where does my soul feel or fit,

Like it should belong.

   

I thought I was doing good,

That I was doing what anyone would,

But still they want me gone.
  

Why do they want me gone?

I've done a good job and my dad is still strong,

So why do they want me gone?

   

Dg

9-18-2018

  

I verbalized this one on my phone a week ago, while waiting for some Mexican food.  Here it is in its original verbiage, I spoke the words in an email to myself exactly one week ago. Didn't know for sure why until now:

danny gunter

Sep 18, 2018, 2:39 PM (7 days ago)  

to me

Everybody wants me gone I suppose it shouldn't have taken so long but they don't know when I wake up at night to check and see if everything's alright they actually want me gone so we're does my soul feel like it should be long I thought I was doing good that I was doing what anyone would but still they want me gone why do they want me gone I've done a good job and my dad is still strong so why do they want me gone

  

  

“Before” 

I haven’t written anything,

In a very long time. 

I guess my heart just isn’t where,

It was before.

Maybe cracked, maybe chipped.

But it isn’t broken anymore.

Dg

8-29-18