Inflamed Disdain

I pretend
To represent
The Zen,
The phlegm,
Secured at brainstem,
The center
Of the Venn
Diagram.

The balanced.

When Actually,
I am,
More like the REM,
Eyes Shifting
Back and forth
To dream up
Some chem
To medicate,
Remedy,
Repair and mend,
The two halves
Of my brain
That are torn
At the hem.

Kurtis Lunz

Fettering Feathers Falling

Together
Flock the feathers
Of a Bird.
Falling feathers
parachute to the ground.
Birds of a feather
flock together.
A stone shoots
A pair to the ground.
Horses of a feather
Spread around
Spreading horsefeathers
All around.

 

Kurtis Lunz

House of Cards

Living in a house of cards
The walls aren't thick enough
To block the ill regards.
Nor, do they block the sound
Of my sharpening sword.
Still, I hear them questioning
How sharp mine is,
Or if it's even sharp at all.
Every note I play
Further from dull,
They wonder why,
So persistently,
I grind and polish.
Well, like a samurai
That's made up his mind,
No longer blind,
Knowing any time,
Is just as good 
Of a time to die,
I can love
With no more time resigned;
What's to fear
About a fragile house falling
When your blade is fit
to carry through
The other side?



-Kurtis Lunz

Vision Correction

I fought the long slog
For the fruit of freedom,
But the fruit was one of those
Where you couldn’t eat ’em.

What do I do with this?
It looks pretty I guess,
But it’s not what I’d hoped for,
I’m not that impressed.

And now, it’s back to the nitty-gritty
With a shattered hope like,
“Oh, what a pity.”
I pray that I learn
To love the stress;
Otherwise, what hope
Have I left?

 

Kurtis Lunz

Patience

Perplexed,
My Mind flexed
To overcome
Its vexation.
What effort was made?
Squeezed lemons no aide,
And I have bitter taste
From the whole situation.

Kurtis Lunz

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

Breath of Fresh Air

I ran 13 miles just to
Cleanse the mind
Of all the bad vibes
That had
Built up over time.
You can call it a recharge,
A renew,
Or some such,
But the fresh air
Always loves ya
When noone else does too much.
Take a deep breath
Fill yourself up
With love.

-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

Wave of Time

Wading and waiting,
Hoping and praying;
Then, she comes.
You paddle brave
Aiming to catch the crest
Of time’s wave,
As she grows with elegance
You settle into
Her soft embrace.
Letting go,
She fades.

Kurtis Lunz