Sincere,
So real,
Are the ways we feel
About the things
For which
We are thankful.
If the tryptophan
Doesn’t wear you out,
Try counting
The ways
You are Grateful.
-Kurtis Lunz
Sincere,
So real,
Are the ways we feel
About the things
For which
We are thankful.
If the tryptophan
Doesn’t wear you out,
Try counting
The ways
You are Grateful.
-Kurtis Lunz
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
Wheels spinning and churning,
Smoke beginning;
Soon,
‘Turns to burning.
It’s the Yearning,
Always the next second,
The thought dominoes
Are falling too fast
For their cause.
Growing further away
As we think about it all;
Until,
They circle their path,
Come across a missing tile,
And grant Pause.
-Kurtis Lunz
Artichoke.
Flow is broke,
Flavor revoked,
Choking on
Artificial flavoring.
Manufactured behavior
Denaturing
Leads to
Thought provoked.
Perhaps,
The natural taste
Is worth more savoring.
–Kurtis Lunz
As a separation,
MillionsĀ seem exaggerated,
But as an amalgamation,
A million’s still One.
–Short Poem Inspired by Eddie Griffin
A candle lit
As a sign of hope,
A gentle reminder
To help one cope;
One swift wind
Could bring back doubt,
But for now we Burn
without.
–Kurtis Lunz
Beauty to a Rose.
A rose,
Arose to Beauty.
Beauty too Arose
When the rose
Arose to Beauty.
Soon to be pruned
At its peak
Like high noon,
Is it wasteful?
…A vase full of graceful?
-Kurtis Lunz
The tests never cease.
So, we must stand strong in praise,
And walk on with ease.