Kurt Philip Behm

Kurt Philip Behm Nov 26

Dry Well

Writing
with my head
but
not my heart

My spirit
an orphan
alone
— and apart

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)

Kurt Philip Behm Nov 24

Left
with nothing
but heartache
— we run from the pain

Left
with nothing
but promises
— the words in refrain

Left
with nothing
but yesterday
— tomorrow a lie

Left
with nothing
but memories
— a final goodbye

(The New Room: November, 2024)

Kurt Philip Behm Nov 22

Wind Blown Sand

Time ...
the enigmatic
trap
we’re all caught within

(The New Room: November, 2024)

Kurt Philip Behm Nov 22

Storm Seed

My slanguage
keeps the fire hot
my feet against the coals

My slanguage
what the critics hate
new venom to extol

My slanguage
whether read or sung
its message still the same

My slanguage
seeding my rebirth
— lost within the rain

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)

Kurt Philip Behm Nov 21

Breaking Through

Painfully beautiful ...
oxymoronic
The quiet so loud
— all parameters die

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)

Kurt Philip Behm Nov 20

Escape Clause

Writing
is but
an escape
for the soul

Freeing
our passions
making
— us whole

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)

Kurt Philip Behm Nov 19

Semper Ibi

He stood by
my cradle
And followed
my hearse
Unlocking
two portals
Both blessing
— and curse

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)