Peeling top layer, Revealing the next. An unnerving herbalness, Not tainted, Nor skewed, Just the crude truth in nude, Uncovered, no rouge. Why does this "new truth" look so different? What broke off the outer, Once too, was the inner skin. Maybe, the truth has layers and hues, But the truth doesn't surface; It's the whole the way through. By: Kurtis Lunz
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
Luxury, I'm not really sure what it means. I guess it's extravagance And living with ease. It sounds like something That's just reserved for my dreams Because I don't think I ever will make that much cream. Luxury for me, Isn't the life of stars With all kinds of fancy toys, clothes, and cars. Luxury for me, Is just a simple life Free from all types of hate, stress and strife, Where I could lay on the beach, With a girl by my side, And maybe we have some drinks to imbibe. Luxury for me is just to chill on the porch, Making music all day, Until we light up the torch, Then, we can make some music some more, And no neighbors complain; All's cool to the core. That type of life Sounds like luxury For sure.
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
To crave the future, Is a craving that's hurried. Moving so fast, Everything becomes blurry. Wanting it more Might make it congeal, But who's not say You won't want it more still. To crave the past, Is a present harassed, Vaporizing to gas Until you want it at last. But, To crave the present, Is a craving fulfilled. The more that you want it, The more it's revealed. By: Kurtis Lunz
A muse Amused. Amused by the muse, He refused to diffuse The light of his energy onto a fuse. For, her light was enough for the room he mused. By: Kurtis Lunz
Profound is the unbound That is easily broke down Derived from a compound Of duplex ministry To drown in a pool Of vast simplicity. The earth, the moon, The sky, the sun, Everything, infinity We are all but one. -Kurtis Lunz
What had happened was..
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I like your haircut.
By: Kurtis Lunz
Word Press Daily Prompt: apology
A guy once told me to bend my hat. He didn't like the way I was wearing it flat. My style he did not admire. I guess he thought I was an upstanding guy; yet, he was scared I was steering awry. I didn't tell him all about fire. Well, here's the thing about that hat. Girls never seemed to notice me before that. Or at least, I didn't notice them noticing me. But, when I would wear that hat around With bill all flat, Girls would smile, Some would laugh, And I'm sure it was because of that hat. At first I was happy; Then, I was sad. But, here's my epiphany about this hat that I had. Now, I have their attention, And I've set their mood right. That's 2 of 3 ingredients For a fire to light. All I need is to just let it breathe. Bring some fresh air into the scene. That's the last secret of fire. By: Kurtis Lunz