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Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2023
Water takes on form
determined by the container
Its main characteristic
forever to move downward

An army’s defenses
should act like water
Filling in the empty spaces
of the attacker’s weakness

Where mind and spirit meet
darkness turns to daylight
Once you luminate the battlefield  
you can counter at any time

When your will pierces
the enemy’s fear and turns it against them
You swallow their spirit
digesting it whole

Advancing as one
withdrawing as one
Victory of great consequence
knows no other way

Winning flows in torrents
through the heart of the commander
Whose soldiers fight through strength of hand
—in currents to define

(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2023
Once again
Religion
Is tearing us apart

Judaic tears
Islamic fear
Shared values in the dark

To ****
For an idea
Judgmental and profane

Begins the end
The baby drowned
—in bathwaters of pain

(The New Room: November, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2023
Choices
a reminder …
each one comes with a cost
Freedom won
or gallows hung
to gain what could be lost
Decisions
cross the tundra …
reforming time itself
Transporting ice
through devil fire
—one glacier left to melt

(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2023
Ice on the fence wire …
insult to injury
The barb when it’s deadly
pointed and sharp
A night rain has frozen
and hidden the danger
Awaiting intruders
—that come in the dark

(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2023
10X
Viewed from a distance
—we all fade to insignificance

(Dreamsleep: November. 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2023
Has your life
become an anthem
to those things
that you’ve fled
Did denial
and avoidance
leave you once
in good stead
Can you swear
to the heavens
you had
no other choice
Cowardice
and trepidation
the breath
—in your voice

(The New Room: November, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2023
Soft and complacent
our youth in denial
What evil disguises
the past has on file

Wishing and hoping
a smokescreen at best
Masking our fear
while fouling our nest

The seeds of our history
whose names have been ******
And mocked until cancelled
our heritage banned

In near distant cauldrons
a *** stirs and boils
Awaiting our downfall
—and all we’ve despoiled

(The New Room: November, 2023)
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