Cake

‘Twas no mistake,
But it was mine to make.
A sweet one it was.
It took a while to bake:
Yellow layers
Wrapped in frosting,
With Bacon crumbled on Cake.
My mind was deceived
By what it perceived
But the flavor
Cut too deep to be fake.
When it first took my eyes,
I tried to deny it.
I tried to shunt my vision.
My act turned a riot.
Everything fell apart,
But it all fell into place.
How it all came to me,
Like it was all meant to be,
Was my destiny;
Make no mistake.

Kurtis Lunz

Land of Commerce

Pennsylvania Dutch & A Soft Pretzel,
Twisted, Flipped, & Dipped,
She prepped my Thought Vessel.
Homemade Arnold Palmer,
I can taste the Freshness.
From the pitcher to the palette;
Oh, the flavor quenches.
Johnny thought she liked him
When she gave him extra wedges.
It's America Johnny;
Those were allegiance pledges.
She gives you good service;
She keeps your coming back.
It's not the LAND of FREE,
But LAND of COMMERCE.
Remember that.


By: Kurtis Lunz

Spill Easy

Spill easy,
Steady flow over the edge,
Without any panic,
And no fear of damage,
Like a waterfall, 
Slipping 
Off the top shelf
With the lavish
Relaxing,
Sensuous crashing;
Then, continuing on
As if nothing happened.
Spill easy,
Don't hesitate
And get caught on the lip.
Tangled and twisted,
Eroded, afflicted 
With the stale beat,
Washed over 
In slow defeat.
Spill easy.




By: Kurtis Lunz

Love, Pain and Withdrawal

I'm obsessed to manifest
Some dreams 
Trapped in my head.
I tried to ignore them,
But the fire only spread.
Now it's burning in my eyes;
My eyes, 
Are glowing red.
My fingers are feening
To get strung out once again,
Run up and down the nylons,
Telling stories with no pen.
Pain is swelling in my joints;
Love trapped in withdrawal
Searching for the note
To dissolve it all.
I need to open the flood gates,
And let the love spread.
I burn,
I bleed,
With stale love, and it's poison!
Let me revive my vibe
By sharing my love voicing.


By: Kurtis Lunz

Get Loose

I tell them a joke,
But they don't wanna laugh.
They brace themselves
And prepare to hold back.
Then, at the end,
They get kind of mad
Like, "is that really
The best joke that you had?!"
I tell them a story,
And they think it's a joke.
They say, "I don't get it."
I say "it's an anecdote.
There's no punchline.
It's just something that happened.
I found it amusing;
So, I thought I'd recap it."
Being too critical doesn't brighten the mood;
So, the moral is
Lighten up and get loose.


By: Kurtis Lunz

Poetically Practicing Praise

This poem is my praise,
A practice of the way
Of manifesting the blessings
That I was given today.

Thanks for these fingers.
Thank you for this pen.
Thank you for the flow
Going from stem to stem.

Thanks for what I've squandered.
Thanks for what I've lost.
Still, you hear me ask for more.
Thank you for these balls.

This thank you is small
Compared to my blessings today;
I hope that you'll still receive
My thank you anyway.


-Kurtis Lunz

Wishing I Was Free

I heard the wind tell a whisper
About me again.
I heard the ocean answer back,
Said I was "wishing, wishing",
Wishing I was free,
Oh!, like the wind,
Wishing I was free just like the wind.

How do they know me?!
They can't see me in my home!
How do they know me?
'Guess they see I'm all alone.
Oh, I'm trapped up in my mind.
You can see it in my eyes;
But mostly,
You can feel in my vibes.

I heard a bullfrog laughing at me
As I was walking by,
And clouds are writing messages
About me in the sky.
I wish I had some wings
So I could fly away;
Fly away, and leave my pain behind.

How do they know me?!
They can't see me in my home!
How do they know me?
'Guess they see I'm all alone.
Oh, I'm trapped up in my mind
You can see it in my eyes
But mostly,
You can feel in my vibes.


By: Kurtis Lunz

Rhyme Praise

Rhyme Prisoner.
Envisioner.
Tryna find my way 
Outside the bars of average listeners.
The Christener:
Spitting Baptismal Water like ministers.
Arisener:
Rolling the rock away that's been sitting there.
I've been sitting there getting stale,
Feeling ill while I'm getting more frail,
Losing my chill, turning more pale.
I lost my way.
I lost my will.
But, I pray to the Lord,
So to give me The Light.
He gives me The Will.
He gives me The Might.
Each step in his Way,
I'm feeling Alright.
I Thank the Lord Every day
He shows me his Light.