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

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.

Silhouette

"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

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

'Can I Say We?'

"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

"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

Stumble

"Stumble"

Looking out the window,

As the sun descends clear blue skies.

Yes, it is bright, yet,

It doesn’t hurt my eyes.

Eventually even the brightest stars in the heavens,

Will grow dark and dim.

Decades will pass and out of no where,

You stumble across something,

That reminds you of them.

A roll of old film never developed.

A brochure about that trip you took.

Sometimes in the mirror,

If you pause to look.

Just around the corner,

The memories are waiting there.

Like a predator hunting prey.

They catch you unaware.

Sometimes the memories make you smile,

But usually, these memories are of things gone,

Leaving you wet with tears,

Wishing you were strong.

Eventually,

Even the brightest stars in the heavens,

Will grow dark and dim.

Decades will pass and out of no where,

You stumble across something,

That reminds you of them.

dg

Danny Gunter

09-05-2011