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188 · Sep 2016
To Live Or To Die
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2016
Every thought,
  a link in the chain

Every feeling,
  joy battling pain

Every moment,
  a dream set to fly

Every decision,
—to live or to die

(Car From New Hampshire: September, 2016)
188 · Nov 2016
First Light To Keep
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2016
The first cut sharp and burning red,
  don’t edit away its fire

Keep the wound both fresh and raw,
never cauterize your ire

The horizon breaks just once each day,
  a new dawn—cold hearts aspire
  
Rays burning deep, first light to keep,
—its ashes to inspire

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
188 · Jan 16
Oh Juliet
Loving you
with all my heart
the distance creeping in

With each tryst
creating space
your vision growing thin

The more I try
to hold you close
the more you slip away

Until I’m left
alone again
— in passion’s yesterday

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
188 · Jan 2022
Cowboy Up
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2022
Rodeo Poet,
bronc riding Sage
Arena unbridled
—dallies unfrayed

(Las Vegas: December, 2021)
188 · Dec 2016
The Fall
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2016
I happen to be cast a
  different way

Molten like igneous
  stone

I live on the boundary,
  where others won’t play

At the edge of the scary
  unknown

The chess board on fire,
  as the Russian sage smiles

With the questions the same,
  only more

All answers now servant,
  as I step off the ledge

The fall better this time,
—than before

(Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2015)
188 · Feb 2017
The Future Proclaims
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2017
The pen and the keyboard…
  their white flag of truce

Now shattered and tattered,
  new words on the loose

The ink stains once mighty,
  a cursor now reigns

As deep into cyberspace,
—the future proclaims

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
188 · Nov 2016
Too Close - Too Far
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2016
Too close to the flame …
—too far from the light

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
188 · Jun 2018
The Hangman's Noose
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2018
As time unweaves,
  its mask deceives
  —to hide a bigger truth

The past and future
  threaded strands
  —to braid the hangman’s noose

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)
187 · Feb 2020
The Devil Laughs
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2020
An arrow from the darkness…
rejection finds its mark

The sharpened edge of jealousy,
its point straight through the heart

The bow retracts in shamefulness,
its string left slack and loose

One shot was made, a cursed fate
—the devil laughs anew

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
187 · Oct 2018
Nothing But Time
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2018
Nature resplendent
  fog settling down

Darkness retreating
  storm clouds outbound

Sun reemerging
  rainbow behind

Spring in the meadow
  —nothing but time

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)
187 · Nov 2023
Until That Day
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2023
Never lend your wealth
or nobility to others
What can’t be given must be kept
—till providence comes to claim

(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)
187 · Aug 2018
First Cut
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2018
Knowing  
  not repeating

The weakness
  of all refrain

A first cut
  true and deepest

Once healed
  —its scar remains

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
187 · Jul 2017
A Falling Tide
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2017
Our memory—the enemy
Remembering back
To when we were stronger
To when we attacked
But now in our weakness
Remembering when
Our tide was still rising
Our will stronger then

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)
187 · Dec 2016
A Glorious Welcome
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2016
Unto a rose,
  a flower so sweet

Its petals like velvet,
  its fragrance discreet

It grows through the concrete,
  lining many a field

With a glorious welcome,
—deepest feelings revealed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
187 · Dec 2023
Chasing The Dragonfly
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2023
Patience
is only
for those
who have
time

The rest
left
to panic
jumping
the line

Sentience
metered
and charged
by the
hour

Despair
given
freely
among
—the most dour

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
187 · Jan 2022
Whole Card
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2022
He outlived his father
to outlive himself
The shadow he chased
—an ace left undealt

(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
186 · Dec 2021
Rolling Downhill
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2021
Tumbling down the stairs
of misfortune

Slipping on the banana peels
of time

A curtain came down
on his opening act

The Fat Lady singing
—unrhymed

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
186 · Feb 2024
Mors Spiritualis
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2024
Mors Spiritualis

Spiritual *******
who is to blame
The prophets the poets
lascivious shame

With prurient verses
stark naked their prose
Defaming what’s ******
their lust to impose

And when they have finished
exposing their ruse
They choke on its meaning
and die self-abused

(Rosemont College: February, 2024)



Divinity’s Pew

The truth stands in contrast
to only itself
Once mentioned eternal
when thought and then felt
It lives in the ether
past fortune or fame
Conscripted by conscience
no praise and no blame
The truth beyond reason
beyond lies or consent
The lucky among us
to follow its scent
Its trail leads to faith
divinity’s pew
Transforming the moment
— you first say I do

(Rosemont College: February, 2024)



Freezing The Moment

Are you the
lead actor
within your own myth

The script
ever changing
the past in its crypt

Can you freeze
the moment
with only one word

The Angel’s
applauding
— the devil unheard

(Rosemont College: February, 2024)



Salt Lick

Politicians
endow a sword
to the few
— to command the many

(Rosemont College: February, 2024)


Modern Education

Learning more
about less and less
Feeling torn
in great duress
Faith attacked
we hide from myths
Real love scorned
— ourselves we kiss

(Rosemont College: February, 2024)


Marx In Hell

Political salvation
the god of failure
Beatifying the collective
— on the devil’s throne

(Rosemont College: February, 2024)


Gnostic Dreams

The brighter the glare
we discover around us
The darker the light
stays hidden within
Secular salvation
a digital failure
God’s imminent nature
— indistinguishable from ours

(Rosemont College: February, 2024)


‘Sage To The Court Jester …’

God’s truth — Man’s truth
bridging the difference
trust in the Muse

(Rosemont College: February, 2024)
186 · Apr 2019
Hope May Till
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
The beauty of a Rose…
  in the heart of one who knows

That love’s a gift of time,
  both temporal and sublime

The seedling of a wish,
  future memory to enlist

That hope may till the fields
  —budding Roses to conceal

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
186 · Aug 2016
With Terminal Power
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2016
With age,
My sword
Is deeply scarred
But its edge
Now twice as sharp

With age,
My words
Are penned in blood
But their meaning
Takes to heart

With age,
I embrace what
Truth reveals
And step toward
My final hour

With age,
My light burns
Through the dark
And explodes,
—with terminal power

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
186 · Nov 2019
Spoken Left
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2019
Consciousness is split in two,
the left side has a voice

The right side listens mute aware,
the left side has a choice

Two conscious beings inside one brain,
split left and right distinct

As knowledge shared is spoken left
—each time you stop and think

(Dreamsleep: November, 2019)
186 · May 2019
A Windless Sea
Kurt Philip Behm May 2019
Opinion,
  shapes the
  aftermath
  of what once was free

A commentary of
  detainment,
  adrift
   —on a windless sea

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2024
Chapter 1

Do we no longer share anything of value?




Chapter 2

Do we no longer value anything we share?



Chapter 3:  Two Scenarios

Scenario 1 (1956):  A young boy gets in trouble at school for being insolent and talking back to the teacher. The teacher punishes the boy by keeping him after school, making him clean up the classroom, and by writing ‘I must learn to be more polite and respectful’ on the blackboard 100 times.

The boy’s younger sister goes home at the regular time and tells his mother why he is still at school.

The boy leaves the school at 5:00 pm and stops in to the corner store for some penny candy.  The storekeeper refuses to serve him because he heard about the boy’s behavior earlier today.  The boy leaves and walks to the beginning of his street.  There he is met by Mrs. Wagner who tells him she is very disappointed in what she has heard.  He decides to cut through the playground and take the shortcut to his back yard.  

As he crosses the basketball court, which backs up to the fence separating his back yard from the park, Mr. Johnson, the custodian, shouts out to him and asks him to stop.  “I can’t believe what I heard from the other boys about your behavior at school today, and I’m very disappointed in you. You’re better than that and you know it. Don’t come back to the playground until you’ve learned how to act right.”

Finally, he climbs over the chain link fence to his backyard.  It is here that his mother sees him for the first time, and he can tell she has been crying.  “How can you shame me like this when we’ve worked so hard to raise you in the right way? Your grandmother left earlier and even she doesn’t want to speak to you, and you know you’re her favorite — go straight to your room.”

At last, his father comes home and is appraised of what happened earlier today.  He walks into the boy’s room and asks him if there’s anything he has to say for himself?  Wisely, the boy says no.  With that, the father ’grounds’ the boy, taking away all privileges for an entire month.  He also tells the boy he will continue to stay after school, and clean the classroom, until the teacher says he’s learned his lesson.  The parents then call the teacher at home to apologize for the boy’s actions.

The next day, both parents take the boy to school and make him apologize to the teacher in front of the entire class.

This behavior is never repeated by the young boy, and he becomes a model of what respect for authority and right thinking should be.

Scenario 2 (2024):  A young boy gets in trouble at school for being insolent and talking back to the teacher. The teacher tries to discipline the boy, but he just laughs and walks away.  The teacher follows the young boy to the entrance of the school, as he continues to laugh at her remonstrations while trying to make fun of her for doing her job.

Without permission, the boy leaves school early.

On the way home he stops at the convenience store and, while the clerk isn’t looking, slips 2 candy bars under his coat and sneakily walks out.  Two high school kids in a car stop him at the entrance to the playground and say, “shouldn’t you be in school?”  When he tells the two what the teacher did, they both just laugh and say: “Yeah, she’s still the same $#@%^&*$% that she was when we had her 4 years ago.”

The high school kids should have been in school too …

Then the boy enters the gates of the playground near his house.  Three other boys, truant from a local parochial school, are hiding behind the equipment building, smoking cigarettes, and listening to their I-Pods.  When he tells them what happened at school they say: ‘Yeah, all teachers are pains in the ****.  They don’t know how to do anything but boss us around. My parents said if they were any good, they’d all get real jobs.”

The boy climbs the fence and enters his back door.  Both parents are working, so he takes the candy bars out and starts playing video games as he eats them.  His mother gets home first at 5:30 and then his father at 6:00. Neither even asks him how school went that day. He knows he can’t go back until he tells them, so as they are both catching up on their emails he starts his tale.

Only halfway into his story, his mother says: “She raised her voice and yelled at you?” His father then says: “I’ll have her job for that!”  They immediately call the principal of the school demanding the teacher be reprimanded and even threatening legal action if something is not done.  After hanging up, they start phoning other parents soliciting support against the teacher and the school.

They demand to speak at the next PTA meeting lambasting the unfortunate teacher for trying to do the right thing.  The teacher is put on probation for ‘action causing the boy to leave school’ and reprimanded formally by the superintendent.  The teacher decides that enough is enough, and this is her last year trying to teach young people not only academics — but manners and respect.

                                 Another Great Educator Is Lost

The boy goes on to become a recurring problem ultimately ending up in juvenile hall.

Where are the common values, and moral structure, that as a country we used to share?  Where is the support for doing the right thing because it’s the right thing to do?  Where are the keepers of the lost moral code that made our country great?

Where you ask?  They are lost and absorbed in the division that self-interest has created. GONE — and the greatness that real community and shared values could provide — are gone with them.

                                           Distance is shared
                                    by those striving to be close
                                          Valuing each other
                                      sharing each other’s pain



Chapter 4: Time and Distance

What separates the two scenarios in the previous chapter are time and distance.  We say them so often, and so often together, but are they really connected?  Is the first scenario only separated from the second by time and half a century?  Or is it something much more sinister and more difficult to deal with when recognized?

Some things once lost are maybe impossible to re-attain.

               Do we no longer share anything of value?  
                Do we no longer value anything we share?

In our nation, and within the American culture, I may look different than you.  My skin may be light while yours is dark. My ancestors may have come from Europe and yours from China.  My religion may be Christian while yours is not, but together over the last 200 years we have created the world’s greatest economy, defeated the most evil totalitarian dictators, and created an educational system that has produced doctors and architects, artists and engineers, that have changed the very surface and fabric of our world …

                          And All Mostly For The Better

We did these great things because we did them in concert.  We were a nation that was pulling together, having put our differences aside, for a goal we shared and the common good. We all believed in the accepted moral code, and we didn’t need to quote the Ten Commandments or the Torah to make it work.  It was ingrained deeply inside of us.  We didn’t need legislation to enforce our behavior.  Our actions came from a court of a much higher order.

                           That All Seems To Be Changing

Now, instead of finding more ways to unify ourselves, we spend our efforts building ever more fences that serve to divide.  We have formalized these divisions and given them names.  We are divided racially, culturally, intellectually, politically, sexually, and maybe what’s most insidious, economically.  The America that was the great ‘melting ***’ of our differences has turned into a great magnifying glass — enlarging and enhancing what can only serve to keep us apart.

The second generation Italian-American bricklayer, who couldn’t sign up for World War 2 fast enough, is replaced in many instances today by someone who feels all service to their country is an inconvenience at best, and wasted time at worst.  The great neighborhoods and playgrounds that brought us together when young have been replaced by pockets of isolated self-interest where America, and its freedoms, are just a tool used to achieve a narrow and self-serving agenda.

Much of this we have brought upon ourselves by electing officials more concerned with being politically correct than doing what’s right.  This has undermined the very bedrock of America itself. We have been ‘lulled to sleep’ by the symptomatic curing of these populist falsehoods, while the underlying disease plaguing our great nation is allowed to fester and grow.  

The ‘Me Too’ or ‘I’ generation is becoming the victim of its own false ideology, drowning in an egomaniacal sea of despair.  This manifests itself in the social and medical ailments of the last 50 years.  From ADHD, obesity, nervous anxiety disorders, and possibly autism, our nation suffers from a stigma of its own making.  The growth of professions like Psychiatry and Law are examples of how insular we’ve become and how intent we are at getting ‘our bigger piece of the pie’ at any cost. ‘Shrink’ visits, and litigation, seem to be the new badges of honor in a country that has lost its way.

Maybe it’s a good thing that wars are not fought conventionally anymore.  A high ranking Major General was recently quoted as saying that he didn’t think we could fight a war like World War 2 today.  He didn’t believe enough men could put their personal agendas aside and agree to fight for a common cause.  The meaning of the word common has come to mean something undesirable and to be avoided.

This same country, America, is passing laws to protect those living here illegally, while some of those who proudly served in her defense go hungry, homeless, and destitute.  I believe it should be mandatory that to hold public office you must first serve in the military or some form of public service. Then you will have an appreciation for the many who have sacrificed while asking for nothing in return. Many Veteran’s Groups come together today, not to be honored as they should, but rather to share their struggles in a world that seems to have lost interest in them and the great sacrifices that they made.  

                               This Was Not Always The Case

Today, America competes internationally with countries like India and China that have much more homogenous cultures and seem much better at pulling together to reach a common end by thinking along the same lines.  I travel to these countries, and people there seem to have discovered what we have forgotten. They know that two working in harmony can accomplish more than two working on their own, and that two plus two ‘together’ equals more than four.

                When People Come Together, The Whole Really Is
                          Greater Than The Sum Of Its Parts

Thinking along the same lines has nothing to do with a loss of personal or intellectual freedom.  It has to do with the affirmation that we can accomplish much more together than we can on our own.  It also means we are stronger when we come together. This is true both economically, socially, and culturally.  

There have been some great quarterbacks, who turned mediocre overnight, when they lost either a great running back or wide receiver.  Staring into the eyes of those other 10 men in the huddle is one of the great examples of what can be accomplished when all think with like minds.  In that huddle are men of all races, religions, and ethnicities, but they put those differences aside for 60 minutes to accomplish their goal.

                         As A Country, We Should Do The Same

The play that is called in the huddle is not to benefit just one player, it’s to benefit the whole team.  They either win or lose together based on the value system or game plan that they all agree upon.  It’s a simplistic analogy, but it’s magic and it works.

A ‘Call To Arms’ used to be enough for most men to lay aside personal interests and put their country first.  Today, during most times of crises, there are opinion polls, with spin doctors and talking heads, on the various TV cable news shows, telling you what to think or maybe reinforcing what you want to hear based on your personal agenda.  You can usually find exactly what you want to hear if you pick the ‘right’ channel out of the dozens available.  The news doesn’t get read anymore, but rather interpreted and spun, and both political parties are guilty of its manipulation.

                              And We’re All The Worse For It

The basic tenets of right and wrong do not change.  What they apply to does, but the principles do not.  They form the platform that a democratic society is built upon. If we can’t de-factionalize and de-polarize ourselves from this mess we’ve gotten into, how can we take the next steps forward to better ourselves collectively and become more than we currently are?
186 · May 2022
Izumo No Okuni
Kurt Philip Behm May 2022
Behind the mask,  
only truth gets told

Its covering sacred
—eyes behold

(Kabuki Theater: April, 1973)
186 · Jan 2022
Matthew 18:3
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2022
Tonight, I became my youngest son,
my oldest son now gone
My youth reframed, new joy proclaimed,
a lost returning song

Tonight, I became that little boy,
whose playpen sets me free
All toys reclaimed, no further blame
—to enter joyfully

(The New Room: January, 2022)
186 · Mar 2017
Lost Bondage
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
When meaning becomes enslaved
  by the abstraction,
—your Poem is lost

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
186 · Mar 2018
Our New Beginning
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2018
To live inside
   your laughter

 To your hearts
    will I belong

 To write each hope
     eternal

 As all wishes
    turn to song

To My Grandchildren: October 9th, 2015
186 · Jul 2021
Phoenix Reborn
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2021
Paper may burn,
but vision lives on

In ashes of memory
—and words to a song

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: July, 2021)
186 · Nov 2016
Only My Words
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2016
I’m now covered in dirt,
  but the words are still clean

A vision half dried,
  their stains running deep

The sinners and saints,
  arm in arm at the bar

Each infection they share,
  --- tonight’s hookup and score

Meaningless excuses,
  all scandal affirmed

My bed made with sheets,
  from a brothel once scorned

And as I lie in the shadows,
  with my soul partly damp
  
My words are set free,
  --- to the heavens now stamped

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
186 · Jun 2017
Twins We Pray
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2017
Left, to my right,
  another half

As two we’re whole,
  on different paths

My cloudless sky,
  your world in shade

Whose peace endears,
  my war invades

Our grass once greener,
  turns to brown

A soul we share,
  now turned around

Symbiotic,
  twins we pray

Conjoined in conflict,
—hearts forayed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
186 · Dec 2021
Regifting
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2021
Spiritual commerce
Poetic lies
Phrases for sale
Proselytized
Prescience begins
Necessity ends
Words given freely
—tomorrow defends

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
185 · Jun 2022
Insight
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2022
Indelible the writing…
each theme enslaves the words
The weight placed squarely on their backs
to bear the message heard

The meaning what’s important
four ruling two plus two
Verbs forgotten, nouns erased
—their insight still imbued

(Villanova University: June, 2022)
185 · Jul 2019
Abandoned And Gone
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2019
We’ve popularized everything,
from the classic to the crass

In doing so, we’ve lost ourselves,
neck deep in the morass

If everything is AOK,
then what the hell is wrong

Those standards that we’ve built upon
—abandoned and now gone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
185 · Jun 2017
This Light Unveils
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2017
It’s not important what I know,
  but what I choose to feel

The facts once vital fall away,
  my fruit now fully peeled

The numbers orphaned, the glory waived,
  a whiter shade of pale

The music constant, the darkness gone,
  all truth—this light unveils

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
185 · Feb 2021
Gale Force
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2021
A tempest swept in,
transporting my thoughts

The past to the future,
and back to today

Recapturing memories,
beginning again

Untimed reminiscence
—the present relayed

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
185 · Mar 2018
Meadow So Dear
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2018
A ray of warm sunshine
—sparkling delight

An arrival so blessed
  on wings of a sprite

Its music plays silent
  from distant to near

Springtime is calling
  —the meadow so dear

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)
185 · Feb 2024
Legacy Awaits
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2024
Poetry
secured in beauty …
carved high in a tree
Branches
spread and offer cover
of your history
Winter
comes and bares the promise
Spring will shade anew
Seasons
in the bark awaiting
— progeny to view

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
185 · Feb 2017
Ain't That The Blues
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2017
She’s familiar,
  aint that the blues

Sleeping beside her,
  everyone knew

Chipped beef on Monday,
  Thursday cold stew

Dishes piled high,
  paycheck gone through

She’s familiar,
  ain’t that the blues

Home from work early,
  today around noon

Mattress was creaking,
   my pistol I drew

Two shots in my brother,
—four more in the flooze

(Chicago Illinois: Performed with Clinton Mace at Cabrini Greene, 1985)
   Written at Kingston Mines- 'An Anthology Of Perception' Vol #1
184 · May 2024
The Bricks You Lay
Kurt Philip Behm May 2024
Is your house built out of certainty
are the walls made thin or stout

Is your mind filled up with questions
do you live in fear or doubt

Is your spirit free or servile
is your will unchained or slave

Is your heart the trowel you build with
and love
— the bricks you lay

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
184 · Nov 2018
Defensione Vitae
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2018
The only defense against fate
  is words

The only answer to death
  —is life

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)
184 · Mar 2023
'Hear The Bells'
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2023
In deepest memory
my mind escapes
to places yet journeyed
undreamed they await

In deepest memory
the future untold
awaiting unbeckoned
—the next bell to toll

(Dreamsleep Tribute To Laura Nyro: March, 2023)
184 · Apr 2019
The Awakening
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
Poetry,
a reconciliation of opposites
  —awakening the dream

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
184 · May 2019
Literary Genetics
Kurt Philip Behm May 2019
The DNA of language
  is Poetry

The DNA of Poetry
  —is love

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
184 · Apr 2019
Twins Of Siam
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
You stir it one way, and they the other,
  but the mixture stays just as hot

You attack their motives, and they attack yours,
  while the contents boil and rot

“It needs to be this way”… the other side revolts,
  “Your mind’s faulty with avarice and greed”

The *** has simmered; the broth is thick,
  and its bottom not easy to see

A mutual exclusion, first left and then right
  a feast—all soul’s consumed

With spoon or fork, its offering slick,
  when the bowls come out at noon

In single file, day turns into night,
  pointed talk with nothing said

Both cupboard’s bare, two rat’s within,
  guarding their last crust of bread

When the final story is written and told,
   of what in concert you destroyed

A drum will beat, zero-sum complete,
  leaving you soulless—but still conjoined

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)
184 · Jun 2017
The Dance
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2017
Writing within the moment,
  the impostor time must hide

Writing within the moment,
  immortal words confide

Writing within the moment,
  your first and only chance

Writing within the moment,
—fate and destiny dance

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
184 · Nov 2024
Nothing But Memories
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2024
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)
183 · May 2017
Dreams To Live On
Kurt Philip Behm May 2017
Nature speaks,
  in the quietude of dawn

A rapture complete,
  last word to your song

Her message repeats,
  till daylight is gone

With night bringing sleep,
  —and dreams to live on

(White Mountains New Hampshire: May, 2017)
183 · May 2019
Most Often Missed
Kurt Philip Behm May 2019
Some things are unknowable as they are,
  and need an alias to come true

Some people only known through someone else,
  and you must look hard to see through

Not in hiding, but contained within,
  symbiotic they exist

To live and die within something else
  —a thing most often missed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
183 · Jul 2018
Seasons Turn
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2018
My days prolonged,
  my nights were short
   —my history caught between

Judgment coming
  fast and swift
  —to escape is then to dream

All time distorted
  memory fried
   —the past is but a whim

Old lessons spurned,
  the seasons turn
  —new forces pull within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
183 · Apr 2018
The Wings Of An Angel
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2018
God is a poet
  his blessings in rhyme

Salvation unmetered
  inspiration divine

His voice calls us inward
  temptation now gone

Where the wings of an Angel
 —carry words into song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
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