Kurt Philip Behm

Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2024

Her face held
no memory
Her body
no past

The light trapped
within her
As first comes
— to last

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2024

Killing The Host

All artists are frauds
most deservedly so
Escaping themselves
into something unknown
Their costumes transform
always trying to hide
The truth of their natures
— left dying inside

(The New Room: July, 2024)

Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2024

The Famine Of Bliss

We were in love
but never at peace
Starving together
— choking the feast

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2024

Aesthete

Not the painting
or the sculpture
Not the music
or dance

But the process
leading up to
Their beauty
— enhanced

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2024

For Whom The Bell Tolls

To write
like me
You must
think like me
And see
like me
And feel
like me

To write
like me
You must
ask not tell
For words
rung clearly
By fortunes
— bell

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2024

Strike 3

When you spit
into the face
of destiny
— eternity watches

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2024

Barding Time

Can you put the past
behind you
is there nothing left
to learn
Can you look toward
the future
your dreams no longer
spurned
Can you ask that
final question
that unanswered
sets you free
Can you step inside
the moment
to be or not
— to be

(The New Room: July, 2024)