The pain burned strong,
All day and night long,
Ringing loud like a gong
Throughout daily song;
Then one night,
As mysterious as it came
The pain faded.
We wake up to find
We are alleviated.


-Kurtis Lunz


I find myself
A member
of Poetic culture,
Designed by rhyme
To intertwine
With the parasympathetic rewind
Reversing the curse
Of the rapid heart rate
And the burdened mind.
Soak into space and time
Dissolved by a rhyme.


-Kurtis Lunz


What the future will hold.
I hold my breath
For this sneeze,
Waiting for the release,
Praying that
The Lord’s Blessings
Will set me free.

Night Train

The mythical vessel,
The dream,
Percolates from serene
To obscene,
Flinging the mind’s Window open
As a way of coping.
The RUSH of Fresh air
Sparks a breathe of reality
The dreamer
back down
To embark the next ride.

One Lick

Flames on the chicken wings,
Grease on the guitar strings,
Marinated steel,
Squealin’ like a pig.
Old Rig,
No pick-ups,
Raw Acoustic,
One Lick.


Kurtis Lunz

Couch Potato

I could fall asleep,
Or I could just watch T.V.
Which one will it be?

-Kurtis Lunz


Growing vegetal,
Then, Blooming with color
Like a flowering plant,
We absorb
And reflect the sun’s rays
In the most glorious ways.

Kurtis Lunz


Aroma Therapy

The sweet scent
Of Waffle Crisp cereal
Fills the air.
It only helps to balance
The bitter irksome
As my minds wheels
Turn some
In their constant
wondering and wandering.
Aroma therapy
Serving as bass line
on this beat.

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

Thanksgiving Time

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