The Myth of Frail

Frail is the skin,
But the strength lies within.
There's a beauty beneath
That we've all been bequeathed.
When we scale off the frail,
We can see
How the to gaps to our dreams 
Are bridged so easily.
All we needed was Existence in Capacity.


-By Kurtis Lunz

 

 

A Strange Thing Happened

I was a strange man.
I was in a strange land.
Out of place, displaced,
I was feeling deranged and,
A strange thing happened;
I was given beer.
'Twas from the hand of a man
Native to this strange land.
It made me feel like a guest,
And less like and island.
It lifted me out of stress.
It really got me back smiling.
I guess it taught me lesson.
Don't let that stranger in town
Walk around feeling down;
A little love in their direction
Can be a really big blessing.

-By Kurtis Lunz

Clouds

A cloud is a grouping.
A cloud is together.
A cloud is confusion.
A cloud is the weather.

Clouds made of water,
Clouds made of stress,
Clouds made of insects,
Clouds made of sess,

White Clouds, 
Grey Clouds,
Blue Clouds,
And green Clouds,

Some thunder,
Some Spin,
Some are gentle and thin,
Some worry,
Some scare,
Some clouds impair,
Some ease,
And some comfort,
And some clouds provide a space for repair.

-By Kurtis Lunz

Syncopation

Syncopation:
Sinking in patience;
Though, it's not about waiting,
But immersing deeply
In the present vibrations.
Hesitation may exist 
As part of the presentation,
But flip the reservation 
Into strong sensations.
Be bold in weak moments.
Let the great ones ease in.
Hear and listen.
Engage with life's rhythm.
Never let the beat drop
in silence or playing.
Hold it. Carry it.
Love it. Marry it.
Syncopation.

-By Kurtis Lunz

Sunday Slow

Sometimes I'm the Sunday driver going slow,
The one holding up the show;
A line builds behind,
And I don't even know.
I'm in the zone:
Nowhere to be, nowhere to go.
Sometimes, I'm the one that's caught in line,
Caught up behind;
Mostly, caught in my mind.
I get mad. I get angry.
Who they driving?!...Mrs. Daisy?!
But there's no reason to get mad,
You know why?
It's like my friend Ron told me;
"If ya ain't got time to stop,
Wave as you go by."

-By Kurtis Lunz

Cold Face

Is my Face Cold?
It kind of Feels Numb.
I checked its status
With my index finger and my thumb.
I didn't help none.
At least I know it's there.
Is this the from the time
That I made the dumb face
And my Mom said that my face
Gonna freeze with that stare?

Flow is Harmony

Understanding.
Abandon.
Abandon understanding.
Or abandon the standing,
For an Active Understanding.
The Act of Understanding
Is fusing Thought-with-Action,
Releasing your knowledge into your muscular faction,
Transcending into the molecular satisfaction,
The sweet sensational flow,
The copacetic reaction,
That is only achieved
Through Harmonics of Thought and Action.

-By Kurtis Lunz

Transformation

The Orb's in Orbit.
Each round absorbing
That mass ENERGY
That's distorting ProPortIon.
Transforming.
Brighter, more Brilliant,
Boss Status; the Foreman.
This Orb's Transcending the norm:
Transforming.
Storming with Transformation,
Conglomeration, Amalgamation.
Participating in innovation.
Creating space within patience
To ease with vibrations
The steady Uncertainty
That’s restraining Creation.
Transformation.

-By Kurtis Lunz

A Poetry Shorty: Like Soccer

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