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Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2024
We share the same silence
we think the same thoughts

We have the same daydreams
not rented or bought

We live in the spaces
of a lost inbetween

And wander through moments
that time hasn’t seen

We care for each other
we live for today

We treasure the quiet
of nothing to say

We give without taking
our well never dry

And smile ever meeting
—never saying goodbye

(The New Room: January, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2024
Power
Over life
Gives
Power
Over death

One
Dictates
The other
In joy
And regret

Each
Beginning
And ending
Brings
More of the same

Our
Destiny
Married
To both
—in refrain

(The New Room: January, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2024
It’s not the steps that you take
— but the footprints you leave

(Ithan Pennsylvania: January, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2024
Ignored
by my children
Especially
my daughter
Taken
for granted
Taking
up space

Living
unnoticed
My pain
front and center
Checking
off boxes
That never
erase

Knowing
she loves me
More
now than ever
My face
a reminder
Of greatness
long past

My voice
the last vestige
Of songs
sung together
A melody
silenced
When first
—became last

(The New Room: January, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2024
Morphing through
the decades
leaning on our pasts

Brian, Paul, Van, and I
still living
loose and fast

The words have
deeper meaning
as melodies refrain

The end in view
but out of sight
—the magic preordained

(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: January, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2024
I welcome the feeling
of leaving behind …
No Facebook, no Twitter
no Email to blind

Controlling the message
undigitized truth
My mind free of programs
my spirit induced

Where magic is whispered
no texting or bytes
Bespoken the voices
I hear in the night

My memory stays active
not stored in the Cloud
Rebooting what’s under
— enlightenment’s shroud

(The New Room: January, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2024
We hope and we dream
for a world free of pain
but the rock of serenity
stays beyond our reach
A hug or a knife
a kiss or a gun  
bipolar reminders
confliction runs deep
Every minute and hour
the chase carries on
no safety in hiding
from that which we’re born
Till fate becomes blinded
and hits a dead end
eternity waiting
—the ending forewarned

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
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