Who’s Your Daddy? 1 Of X

This post is about my musical inspiration (my “Who’s Your Daddy” list). There will be more to posts come like this, and I eventually plan to compile a list, but for now I’ll start out with individual posts. In this post I have to send some love to Carlos Santana. I got this “Who’s Your Daddy” list idea from him in his¬†autobiography. He said in blues music everyone has a “Who’s Your Daddy” list; it’s your list of artists that inspire you and consequently contribute to the development of your own style. I’m not sure that I like every Santana...

A Clean Getaway

A buck fifty in the washing machine,
6 quarters get the water running.
2 loads in a single dose,
I guess that's bachelor style
Of washing something.
36 minutes 'til I cut them over,
It's the same cost to start the dryer.
90 minutes 'til the great escape,
One sock never leaves the dryer.

By: Kurtis Lunz

Gone Already

If we jeopardize;
Then, we’re subject to fear.
Entitlement believes
Their possessions adhere.
Each moment’s new,
Starting from nothing;
What can we lose
If nothing is here?

By: Kurtis Lunz

Moon Tune

The wolf sits
Under the moon
Just a Howling the tune
And He's singing the hue
Of your midnight blues.
No es la canción del sol,
But it's the song of the soul
And it's sung when it's waning,
And it's sung when it's whole.
Well, I said,
Woaahhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhh
You know the moon has a 
Compassionate glow.


Yeah, lady's up all night,
Nature's rheostat light,
And she always shines perfect,
To heal your mood,
Set it right.
Well, I said,
Wooaahhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhh
Because the moon has a 
Compassionate glow.

...That's all I know now.


By: Kurtis Lunz

Apparition

Oh, I saw her one time.
The thought had crossed my mind.
But she looked so beautiful,
I was thinking to myself she must be taken;
So, I just nodded at her to say hello.
Well, I don't think she noticed me,
But I don't know.

Oh! She's an apparition,
And I'm just a wishing
For one more look at her,
For one more encounter,
And I'd tell her how I feel,
That I think she's ideal,
She's what I'm missing.
Why'd I let her dissapear
like an apparition.

Oh, well I went checked my mail;
Then, she said "Hi".
I said "hi, how you doing?"
She said, "Fine thanks for asking"
'Twas the end of conversation,
Then she go.
Oh, why'd I let her dissapear?
Oh, I don't know.

Oh! She's an apparition,
And I'm just a wishing
For one more look at her,
For one more encounter,
And I'd tell her how I feel,
That I think she's ideal,
She's what I'm missing.
Why'd I let her dissapear
like an apparition.


By: Kurtis Lunz

Once An Artist

Once an artist,
I remember painting the field
With the ball's movements.
Sometimes the movement
Delivers the message.
Sometimes lack of movement
Is the message.
The opponent,
Acts as the audience,
Chasing the hologram you project
With full conviction;
Quickly realizing,
It is a vision that's gone missing.
The canvas quickly resets
Like an Etch A Sketch,
And each time requires a present vision.
Who is the audience?
Shall I carry?
Shall I conceal?
Shall I send,
Or shall I reveal?
It was a beautiful art scene on this field,
Where every artist paints
With their heart as the brush.
Nobody paints with fear
Worrying how their picture will be seen.
They just dance,
Placing their full love
Into every touch.



By: Kurtis Lunz

When Life Gives You Lemons

Reaching and Chasing
For what was never there,
A mirage, an illusion,
Comprised of thin air.
The more you proceed,
The more it recedes,
And your attempt to create
Continually dissipates.
Yet, all that you want,
And more, is right inside
You just have to open the door, 
Wide,
And watch it fly.
The natural light is far more brilliant 
And effervescent
Than the one for which you reach
...When life gives you lemons...



-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

Bottled Message

There was a message in a bottle.

It tasted like dark red.

I drank it down,

And it got into my head.

Into my head;

Maybe, made me a different fellow,

I think I should have tasted yellow

Because I needed just to mellow back then.

By: Kurtis Lunz