by Marc Gunn, November 4, 2004 Inspired in part by the Lord of the Rings, this poem is a vision of hope for all who feel oppressed by forces they cannot control. There is always hope. The sun is still unseen, Yet at hand, A warm mist still hovers over the land, While all of […]
The Mouse & The Kiss
by Marc Gunn, October 15, 2004 I’ve been in a romantic poetry writing mood of recent. I wrote this late after performing at the Texas Renaissance Festival. She glided beneath the stars Silent and serene Like a ghost across the Field of wheat. It glowed a dark yellow, Her skin a pale white. She smiled […]
Continue The Quest
by Marc Gunn, October 15, 2004 I’ve been dreaming of elves of recent. They inspired this poem of elves and forests among the hills. I saw a nymph on a hillside Standing in a field of red poppy. Her fair skin glowed bright in the sunlight. She turned, and I caught her eye. She gazed […]
Open Hearts & Open Communities
This weekend, I realized something about myself that’s taken me years to understand. It started Saturday evening. Andrew and I stay at a friend’s house in Tomball. When faire is over, we can either head back to Tomball immediately or stick around, visit with friends, go to parties or whatnot. For me, that’s what it’s […]
Take the Punches
by Marc Gunn, August 2003 Once again, I find myself fighting with my co-dependent behavior to avoid losing the characteristics that make me, me. It’s so easy to submit myself to submission. It’s so easy to surrender to a smile. It’s so easy to lose myself completely And to listen to the lies that create […]
Outside My Window (the Zombie Tango)
by Marc Gunn, September 15, 2004 I started this song with a melody that was sorta 50s-ish with one of those ancient themes of man coming to meet his lover in the middle of the night to sweep her away. Then, I thought it be much more entertaining if that lover was a zombie! Course, […]
The Neverending Drama of Psy-Chronic Sinusitis
by Marc Gunn, 9/22/2004 I went back to the doctor today for the next round of prescription meds to help me overcome the residual cough left over from my infection a couple weeks ago. The mind is spinning around like a whirling dervish. Racing. It’s spastic. Thanks Monsieur Prednisone And the neverending drama of psy-chronic […]
Trees of the Veneto
A couple years ago, I was driving around the back roads of the Veneto in Italy and took a marvelous photo of some of the trees. The trees out of the area have a very unique look to them. During WWII, Italians cut off the top limbs to use for firewood. But they left a […]
Musical Ignorance
by Marc Gunn, Sept 12, 2004 I was contacted by a musician recently who’s narrow-minded opinions sparked this. Musical ignorance You’re afraid to listen, learn, and enjoy something new. You judge music instead of learning from it. You profess your musical superiority While children play crop circles around your arrogance. Your creativity extends to the […]
Angels and Demons In Motion
by Marc Gunn, Sept 15, 2004 There was live music out behind the Texas Union that inspired this wee poem. Angels and demons in motion, Waves of electric guitar And erratic breathes of moist air. Song after song in pointless repetition While people ebb in time. An angel rubs her eye. Gold Hispanic skin in […]