Cold Face

Is my Face Cold?
It kind of Feels Numb.
I checked its status
With my index finger and my thumb.
I didn't help none.
At least I know it's there.
Is this the from the time
That I made the dumb face
And my Mom said that my face
Gonna freeze with that stare?

Flow is Harmony

Understanding.
Abandon.
Abandon understanding.
Or abandon the standing,
For an Active Understanding.
The Act of Understanding
Is fusing Thought-with-Action,
Releasing your knowledge into your muscular faction,
Transcending into the molecular satisfaction,
The sweet sensational flow,
The copacetic reaction,
That is only achieved
Through Harmonics of Thought and Action.

-By Kurtis Lunz

That Girl In the Park

I saw her in the park
Scooping doodie in a baggie.
A service to society,
Her duty with the baggie.
Thank you Maggie;
Service received gladly.
But the diva shades and leggings,
That's what really had me.
With her long straight hair,
She was looking bad; see, ...
I got my players jog on,
I shuffled by and said I "hello".
She smiled a surprised smile and said, "Hi".


-By Kurtis Lunz

Transformation

The Orb's in Orbit.
Each round absorbing
That mass ENERGY
That's distorting ProPortIon.
Transforming.
Brighter, more Brilliant,
Boss Status; the Foreman.
This Orb's Transcending the norm:
Transforming.
Storming with Transformation,
Conglomeration, Amalgamation.
Participating in innovation.
Creating space within patience
To ease with vibrations
The steady Uncertainty
That’s restraining Creation.
Transformation.

-By Kurtis Lunz

A Poetry Shorty: Like Soccer

Step Over, Fake Delivery, Twist your Hips. Soccer and Life are Real Close Cousins. If Your Buyer Holds Fast with Discipline, Push it forward, Heel-Toe, and Watch your Lane Open. -By Kurtis Lunz Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Like this:Like...

Habitat of Creation

You can lie gently on top of your bed covers, And hope that you don’t mess them up. Every night you will sleep in fear Worrying about restricting your motions as you sleep, If you sleep. And Every morning, Your success will be simply defined by smoothing your lightly wrinkled sheets. Or, you can throw the sheets off of the bed, Or sleep under them. Every night, not worried about the future, You can roll around free Immersed in your dreams. Every morning, you will wake up with a greater Opportunity for Success. You can create a New bed. Create a habitat of creation.  ...

2 Cups

I drank two cups for grins. Another two cups set my heart racing. I drank two cups to pick me up. Another two cups to get my mind moving. I drank two cups for flavor. Another two cups as a pattern behavior. Did I drink two?… I can’t remember. I drank two cups because it’s cold in December I drank two cups for creation. I drank another two cups for patience. I drank two cups for the stimulation. I drank too many cups. Too too many cups   -by Kurtis Lunz Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new...

There’s This One light

There’s this one light; I barely ever use. It has a weird yellow hue. It kind of puts me in a bad mood. I look at it, and I’m like, “Hey Man, I don’t like the tone your taking with me. Keep it up and I’m gonna flip shit!” Naturally, it doesn’t listen. It keeps right along with that flagrant yellowness. So, I guess that will be the dark corner of the room. …Sike! I’m thankful for all of my lights. Even the one with the rude hue. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share...