Unbreakable's Musings

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

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.

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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.

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

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.