God’s Grace is Sufficient

We have lifelong sustainment
and plenty of rations
for temporary engagements,
and all of the interest payments
on all of the talents we cash in
are nothing but paper inflation
compared to the value of Grace.

Stay Believing

Building strong
From the base
Up to the face,
From the pedestal
To the mental,
The Grand vestibule,
The entrance,
Where the mind unwinds
And grinds into its
Sediments and Sentiments;
But, it all begins
In its place.
When my feet need rest
from the daily race,
I look to God
As the place
To hang my Faith,
For the evening,
And even
When my feet are
Still Running strong.
Stay Believing.

 

-Kurtis Lunz

A Blue ReArrangement

Spiced Apples
And Blue Spruce Candles
Light the mantle
While Alice Coltrane
Brings the Harp Strings Handles
In
“Turiya And Ramakrishna”,
Massaging, rearranging,
And Freeing
The Tensions
From the body’s sinew,
The deep muscle tissue;
All the while,
My mind sings
The John Lee Hooker lyrics
“Blues a healer, All over the world.”

Kurtis Lunz

Promises And Prose

Promises and prose;
Unkept, the wording in both.
Still, we continue.

-Kurtis Lunz

Straight To The Punch Line – Truth as 100 Proof

Even when I was a child,
I knew I was the truth.
Mom bought all my school photos,
And they all said proof.

-Kurtis Lunz

Thought Vector

Thought Vector

What’s good protector,
Holder of guava nectar;
Behold, the thought vector

GOYA Guava Nectar
GOYA Guava Nectar

Gradient Waves

Radical nightmares,
Radiant premonitions,
Eerily, it unfolded
To verify my suspicions.
What you believe,
The present comes to follow.
Let your waves wash in
Aloha and Mahalo.

Island of Style

Zagga Zagga Zing
Zagga Zow!
Don’t Ask Why,
Just Ask How
I arrived at this
Island of Style.
The Answer,
Plain and Simple,
I crashed a flying cymbal
Into a desolate island
That’s smack dab in the middle
Of the main land mass,
Where ordinary amass,
But alone in my zone,
I hold a Peter Pan thimble.
I’m not sure if I’m solving,
Or just writing a riddle.

Kurtis Lunz

Don The Pearls

The sand which
Passes through
The hour glass of time
Cuts a line in the mind,
Chaffing it down
Into its own molecules,
Applying the pressure
To refine into jewels.
Don the pearls of Earl;
Don the pearls of
Sand which

Kurtis Lunz

Free Spin

Exoskeloton skills
Flowing like gelatin
Moving in ways
Supreme to intelligence.
The movement’s solution
Was neither solid nor juice
More like a Slurpee vortexing
Out of a chute.
The flavor, the color,
Temperature
All there.
She was an expert,
And I was no debonair.
But she whirled past my way.
I got caught in her eye.
It was all spinning wildly,
But peaceful at the same time.

 

-Kurtis Lunz