Kurt Philip Behm

Kurt Philip Behm 5h

My ear
to the asphalt
My nose
in the wind

My mind
on tomorrow
Escaping
my sins

The road bends
before me
It twists
and it turns

Where truth
waits forbidden
And love stays
unearned

The voices
grow faint
In this gale
to escape

In front
and behind me
Both early
and late

As the mountain
implores me
Still calling
my name

With fate
at its limit
And death
— here to claim

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)

Kurt Philip Behm 1d

Dearly Bought

Wielded
like a
loaded gun
His phone
was thrusted
forth

Proof
of what
I knew
was false
Refusing
all
discourse

Armed
with but
an empty
tweet
Chosen
by a
bot

His mind
was trapped
inside a myth
Whose fiction
dearly
— bought

(Rosemont College: April, 2025)

Kurt Philip Behm 2d

'All You Can Eat'

Poetic trattoria
a feast for the eyes
Visionary smorgasbord
of what — and then why

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)

Kurt Philip Behm 3d

No Deal

You can’t make a deal
with a Judas
As tenured
they govern on high

Like the British
who sought our indenture
With graft and self-interest
they lie

You can’t play the game
any longer
When rules only favor
the few

Where freedom is held
as a hostage
And verity’s fairness
— askew

(The New Room: March, 2025)

Kurt Philip Behm 4d

A Calling Wind

We often reach the future
by sailing in the past

Our course in life a distant breeze
— that steps tomorrows mast

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)

Kurt Philip Behm 5d

Deep Inside

Don’t tell
me
what I
already know

Don’t give
me
what I
already have

Don’t take
me
where I’ve
already been

Don’t play
me
what I’ve
already heard

Dissuading
moments
when left
unbound

Preempt
the silence
a devil’s
sound

But deep
inside
satanic
winds

A Savior
whispers
beyond
— the din

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)

Kurt Philip Behm 6d

Naked Ashes

Why are you
waiting
your house
is burning
Run while
you can
from the blaze
inside

What will
be left
in the morning
after
But naked
ashes
and tears
— uncried

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)