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

A Blue ReArrangement

Spiced Apples
And Blue Spruce Candles
Light the mantle
While Alice Coltrane
Brings the Harp Strings Handles
In
“Turiya And Ramakrishna”,
Massaging, rearranging,
And Freeing
The Tensions
From the body’s sinew,
The deep muscle tissue;
All the while,
My mind sings
The John Lee Hooker lyrics
“Blues a healer, All over the world.”

Kurtis Lunz

Straight To The Punch Line – Truth as 100 Proof

Even when I was a child,
I knew I was the truth.
Mom bought all my school photos,
And they all said proof.

-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.

Blazed the Wrong Way

The sidewalk misplaced,
Neighbor grass fades joining blades
The sidewalk replaced.

Kurtis Lunz

You Can’t Cheat Destiny

You can't cheat destiny.
You race ahead
And you attempt to see,
But you're met 
With An Empty Scene.
Then, you think
That you're meant to fail.
That's Suddenly, 
When you prevail.
You can't cheat destiny.
You Get It
When It's Sent to Thee.

-Kurtis Lunz

Land of Commerce

Pennsylvania Dutch & A Soft Pretzel,
Twisted, Flipped, & Dipped,
She prepped my Thought Vessel.
Homemade Arnold Palmer,
I can taste the Freshness.
From the pitcher to the palette;
Oh, the flavor quenches.
Johnny thought she liked him
When she gave him extra wedges.
It's America Johnny;
Those were allegiance pledges.
She gives you good service;
She keeps your coming back.
It's not the LAND of FREE,
But LAND of COMMERCE.
Remember that.


By: Kurtis Lunz

Spill Easy

Spill easy,
Steady flow over the edge,
Without any panic,
And no fear of damage,
Like a waterfall, 
Slipping 
Off the top shelf
With the lavish
Relaxing,
Sensuous crashing;
Then, continuing on
As if nothing happened.
Spill easy,
Don't hesitate
And get caught on the lip.
Tangled and twisted,
Eroded, afflicted 
With the stale beat,
Washed over 
In slow defeat.
Spill easy.




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

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