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120 · Jul 2018
Their Peace Like A Blanket
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2018
To my home, the words take me
  each calling by name

Tearing walls from around me
  passion free, unrestrained

Their visions at midnight
  have lulled me to sleep

Their message when troubled
  my nightmare to greet

Through the long and the short
  it’s the words once again

Like the tide on the shore,
  they return as a friend

And lately I’m hearing
  an echoed refrain

From verses long distant
  offloading my pain

These words that I hear
  more whisper than shout

And what I once questioned,
  I no longer doubt

Through my voice they’re respoken
  to shield me from harm

Their peace like a blanket
   —under which I am warm

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
120 · Mar 2018
Dying To Be Free
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2018
We have nothing to agree about,
  there is no common ground

You clinging hard to all excuse
  and me to reasons found

Thirty-five years and nothing’s changed,
   as you relive the past

Our blood runs thin, our names the same,
  you feast on what I fast
  
With history gone, there’s nothing shared
  except to disagree

You hanging on to a dying past,
  me, dying to be free

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
120 · May 2024
Lost Moments
Kurt Philip Behm May 2024
How do you start over
consumed by the end
Beginnings aborted
as judgment portends
Desperately hiding
alone and distraught
For all of those presents
time wasted — and lost

(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
120 · Mar 2017
The Ultimate Choice
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
Living as if already dead,
—his words new

That morning he first understood,
  the verse flew

The closer he got to the edge,
  the deeper his voice

That day he fell over himself,
—the ultimate choice

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
120 · Jun 2024
Look Up
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2024
The many intersections of life
obscured in complexity
Go left or go right
to stay or move on

The interchange of salvation
whose overpass eludes us
An escape of transcendence
— most never find

(The New Room: June, 2024)
120 · Jun 2018
Reborn
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2018
Is life about how many
  or then about how much

Is the truth in computation
  or in what those numbers touch

Is the measurement empiric
  with a final answer shown

Is salvation in the lyrics
  with the word count still unknown

Is there faith inside the mystery
  that mere reason can’t abide

Is there something deep inside you
  that excuses cannot hide

Is there a wind that blows indulgent
  carrying an echo from before

With a voice that speaks the loudest
  the one you listen to—reborn

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
120 · Jun 2019
Draining Our Spirits
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2019
Like an open wound
That won’t heal
The current political situation
Bleeds out…
A hemorrhaged polarization
Inside a malignancy of lies
Draining our spirits
  —of all life giving faith

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
120 · Jun 2019
Take Note
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2019
Never become a footnote
  —to a history lost and gone

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)
120 · Jun 2018
Poet
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2018
Prince without lineage
King without a throne

Master without servants
Lover of that unknown

Hearer of what’s unspoken
Seer of things divine

Lord among the jesters
Voice for all the mimes

Reason, when excuses falter
Questioner, when answers fail

Link between the seasons
—first breath a baby wails

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2016)
120 · Feb 2019
A Final Goodbye
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2019
Starting out with belief
  all that’s left is regret

Starting out with hope
  every wish then denied

Starting out with love
  at the end only pain

Starting out with a welcome
   —one last final goodbye

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)
120 · Oct 2018
Twilight Reclaimed
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2018
I meet with three faces
  that come in the night
In dreams that preplace
  masks of darkness and light
Their voices once spoken
   remain in my head
Until words are then written
  pitting joy against dread
These triplets were born
  in a harrowing storm
Only quieting down
  when new offspring are born
And then able to sleep
  once each orphan is named
Their breath I still feel
  —in the twilight reclaimed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
120 · Aug 2024
Eve
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2024
Eve
A man
can wear two faces
a woman
— often three

(Deamsleep: August, 2024)
120 · May 2024
Nuptial Time Warp
Kurt Philip Behm May 2024
If we stayed young
and didn’t age
would marriage last
to turn the page

Would love endure
and pledges stay
with time becalmed
— and youth sustained

(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
120 · Aug 2019
Ashes Cry
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2019
My tongue on fire,
words despised

The page in flames
—ashes cry

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
120 · Apr 2018
The Present Looms
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2018
Time is speeding out of control
  as life is slowing down

The minutes of my memory
  lost hours going round

My eyelids close, the past on fire
  last vestige still to find

One image flashes bright and clear
  all darkness cast behind

The calendar in ruins
  this moment left in charge

The future marching backwards
—the present looming large

(Burlington, North Carolina: April, 2018)
120 · May 2017
Caught
Kurt Philip Behm May 2017
Dangerous hunt,
  critical thoughts

Words set the trap,
—truth to be caught

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
120 · Feb 2024
Thinkful Wishing
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2024
“Age but a number”
if only that were true
Yesterday reborn again
— memories renewed

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)


Moments Beyond Time

In search of fresh meat
the future will come
Hour predestined
the hunt zero sum

As seconds approach
impending attack
Free every moment
—time dead in its tracks


(The New Room: February, 2024)


Why

Why isn’t God
transcending
my doubt
Each day more distant
the louder
I shout
Why can’t the Lord
acknowledge
my pain
The light
growing dimmer
— the more I proclaim

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
120 · Feb 2021
Overdrive
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2021
Shifting into tomorrow,
today passing through the exhaust
The RPM’s marking time and space
—direction all but lost

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
120 · Oct 2024
Lost In Motion
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2024
So much of the time
we’re in transit
Mindlessly going
from place to place
Lost in a limbo
not here and not there
Ignoring the moments
— that set us all free

(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
120 · Apr 2019
A Devil's Hell
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
To be judged by fools
—where Devils go to burn

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
120 · Mar 2017
In Command
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
Horizon set,
  all sails to run,
  the tiller in my hand

The future drifting,
  like the past,
  —this moment in command

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
119 · Mar 2022
Humbly I Pray
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2022
Tonight through the darkness,
I wander and crawl

The faces seem ghoulish,
my past to recall

Unsure of direction,
I listen for sounds

To possibly guide me,
as fire abounds

I look to my left,
as hooves thunder past

I look to my right,
and Beelzebub laughs

All colors have gone,
just the fieriest red

I live out my fear,
I live out my dread

One hope then to muster,
that faith remains true

And guides me inclement,
past demons anew

Despair almost total,
regret full in charge

I squint through the smoke,
there’s new light from afar

I plod on my knees,
and it grows brighter still

As the temperature drops,
and the moment is chilled

Once free of damnation,
my life starts again

With sacred commitment,
forgiven of sin

My tomorrows in passing,
I live for today

Belief my salvation
—as humbly I pray

(1st Book Of Prayers May, 2019)
119 · Jan 2019
My Faith Will Move On
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
My cupboards a mess,
  my sink filled with lye

My stables now empty,
  my well has gone dry

My pastures left fallow,
  my timber all burned

My streams have been fished out,
  and what have I learned

The cupboard can be restocked,
  the sink can be cleaned

A new well can be dug,
  a new colt can be weaned

As the dams are reopened,
  new roe will then spawn

These troubles will pass
  —and my faith will move on

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
     ‘From The Book Of Prayers’
119 · Aug 2021
Guardian Age
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2021
The older I get
the lesser the pain
the gentler the words
—a healing refrain

The older I get
the sweeter the song
as memory protects
—myself to belong

(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)
119 · Aug 2018
Verum Pretium
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2018
When eternity is mortgaged
  —your soul its true cost

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
119 · Feb 2018
Passion Like Tinder
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2018
Are we better than we need to be,
  where does the overage go

Does it store and recycle, to be on call,
  or is it something that nobody knows

In our quest for perfection, humanity cries,
  as passion like tinder is thrown

Flames circling the bed where we dream through the night
—burning everything into unknown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
119 · Feb 2021
Touched By A Demon
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2021
Dancing with the devil.
we waltzed across the floor

Past the spot the band was playing,
through the open door

The darkness called to him by name,
he answered with a smile

And looked at me and said: “This way,
damnations forked turnstile”

With one step back, I bid him true,
to leave me on my way

The voices growing louder still,
of those past gone astray

He stopped and said: “You now must jump,
this ledge all sinner’s pass”

And pointed down to the abyss,
the inferno’s deep morass

He looked away, his head was down,
while shouting dark and vile

A chant so foul, demonic born,
my soul at once beguiled

Before he stopped, I took both hands,
and pushed him from behind

And watched him fall into the void,
among his liken kind

Then walking back toward the dance,
I heard the music play

His words to music ringing out,
my spirit disarrayed

Once back inside I looked around,
and watched the dancers flee

And knew at once the way they ran
—that devil now was me

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
119 · Jul 2017
They've Stolen Your Song
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2017
What can it mean to a new generation,
  when lessons in history
     —fail to inspire

What can it mean to a new generation,
  when watered down values
     —keep dousing the fire

What can it mean to a new generation,
  as men hunt each other
     —their food sources gone

What can it mean to a new generation,
  when the lyrics are distant
     —and they’ve stolen your song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
119 · Jan 2018
One Memory
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2018
The distance between
  now and forever

One memory to free
  —and untether

(Dallas Texas: January, 2018)
119 · Nov 2016
Oak Creek Canyon Echo
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2016
I want to write ***** and convoluted,
connected and wet
And in the mess of my words
Feel the stain run down  
Over the nice clean ordered objective, detached
From the structure you claim to know about
I want to write congested
And ingested,  
Not divested of that
Which causes me to feel and to think
The outpouring of what will not stop
And does not want to change, as you
Try to sever my relationship with
All the things that allow me to dwell inside
What I write about
Not often objective
But captive and subjected to
And part of the unholy unwashed
I want to sleep with the dogs of night
And if fleas are the only price I pay
I welcome them home
A gracious host that they may feed off
As the wounds stay open
Bleeding with all that is still unknown
Those things that I mention
Giving birth to what was not there before
And if death is the one that truly calls
I hear her voice
But she must wait
Until I make the translation of her words sacred
And of my own resolve
And if she takes me sudden
She risks my anger
As I will drag all new beginnings
Into what she seeks to end
Pushing her further from that monocled eye
And with one foot frozen
In the world behind
Refusing to leave
I curse the new regions with my words
Knowing that death, like life
Is to be passed beyond
Not staged or romanced
But catalogued once felt as
Forgotten turnstile
As her soulless call becomes
Mere lighthouse
For those places
--- I refuse to go

(Oak Creek Canyon: November, 2011)
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119 · Feb 2017
Unoriginal Sin
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2017
Did you flavor it with Hemingway,
  or season it with Thoreau

Did you structure it like Eliot,
  or was Melville more your go

The rocks you choose to stand upon,
—just supports to look beyond

As you add your face onto the mountain,
  new words inscribed in song

Past voices serve to push you,
  to that place you’ve never been

Where your breath may cleanse forever
  the stain,
  —of unoriginal sin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
119 · Nov 2021
Red Sky In Mourning
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2021
Darkness cometh before the storm,
  mistrals threaten,
caution scorned

Mercy lost in its ****** hail,
tempest raging
—hope assailed

(The New Room: November, 2021)
119 · Mar 2024
Elusive Rambling
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2024
Disarmed

Bullets fall silent
against words
well chosen

Their caliber
muted
— the target on fire

(Villanova University: March, 2024)



Stuck In Gear

Motion
not an absolute
The world
is never still

Inertia
tries to write the law
Where stop and start
are nil

History
at the speed of light
Consensus
in the math

But standing
here
While stuck in gear
— the notion leaves me flat

(Villanova University: March, 2024)



Before The After

Don’t bog down
in research
Spontaneity
the thing
Truth
is most elusive
And joy
a passing Spring

In flashes
of an instant
What’s timeless
will appear
Thinking often
kills the goose
That lays
— both far and near

(Villanova University: March, 2024)



Deafening Silence

Things most often named
before understood
Then never renamed
for the bad or the good

‘Particles of light’
we now know as waves
But ad infinitum
their reference stays

A ‘Tablet of Paper’
consisting of sheets
Two ‘Bolts’ of lightning
fused Franklin’s belief

A ‘Softball’s’ still deadly
meant to careen
And ‘Deafening Silence’
— spurs wonder indeed


(Villanova University: March, 2024)
119 · Sep 2020
You Made Me Love You
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2020
I was twenty,
you were nineteen,
  that day along the mall

When I heard a guitar
  from deep inside,
  that round auditorium hall

Up on stage with legends,
  Son House, Muddy,
  Johnny Winter too

A red haired, freckle faced,
  blue eyed girl
  commenced to sing the blues

You started with an apology,
  saying you were outclassed
  and over matched

But once that voice
  left your heart and flew
   ….in nothing did you lack

I followed you out
  that afternoon,
  in the late State College Fall

And after fifty years of looking back,
every moment
  I recall

I walked you to the bus
  as you said:
  “We're in Harrisburg tonight

“Why don't you come,
   it might be fun,
   from there I catch a flight”

The bus was full,
  my eyes looked south
  as I hitchhiked down #322

Fate unexplained,
  life forever changed
   -that special gift from you

(Villanova Pennsylvania: Looking Back- March, 2018)
119 · Apr 2023
Tomorrow's Vow
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2023
Rumor breeds fear
in the minds of the doubtful
Peace only found
in the hearts of the faithful
Heaven and earth
performing a nuptial
The past and the future
—betrothing eternal

(The New Room: April, 2023)
119 · Jul 2019
A Melody So Right
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2019
Stepping over the line,
in pursuit of a song

Could a melody so right
—ever be so wrong

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
119 · Jan 2024
Laying Claim
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2024
The trappings of
a Poet …
or being a Poet
They’re each something
different
remote and distinct
The tweed jacket
wood paneled
image deceiver
Lays claim to what
only
—enlightenment inks

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
119 · Dec 2024
Analgesia
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2024
As hedonists dally
to never explain
The greatest pleasure
— the absence of pain

(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)
119 · Oct 2022
'Es Verdad'
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2022
He who cannot lie
—will never know the truth

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)
119 · Sep 2023
The Divide
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2023
Easier to know others
than knowing myself
Sentience numbing
what in a stranger is felt
Easier to reach out
than to look deep inside
This painfully obvious
—cognition’s divide  

(Dreamsleep: September, 2023)
119 · Oct 2024
Same Old / Same Old
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2024
Judging opinions
by their age
proscriptions
lie in wait

Consensus stained
with fear and guilt
folly
overstates

Knowledge of others
unknown to self
deception points
one way

Value weighed
in layers of dust
the truth held
—far at bay

(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
119 · Mar 2017
Into Their Hands
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
Dreams, like orphaned water lilies,
  float across the surface

Ferrying my last token wish,
  adrift—this silver pond

The swans make way,
  as faith glides freely upon the wind

Carrying my fervent hopes
  into this moment, present sent

Their petals weaving in the breeze,
  to spin and turn as one

Silhouettes change and soften,
  as the mirrored distance calls

Arriving at the far bank,
  two children play and laugh together

With pant legs high and feet now wet,
  splashing to and fro

Smiling to each other, their laughter  
  churns a magic torrent

As they reach into its spray,
  and take my dream into their hands

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
119 · Aug 2016
In Song
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2016
With prose,
I saw only with two eyes
and wrote with either hand

With poetry,
my eyes and hands were abandoned
leaving only my heart

While in the distance played a lyric,
freeing what my written words
could never unchain

And in that instant
when I first heard its melody
my heart was carried away,

—in song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
119 · May 2024
Cloning Tomorrow
Kurt Philip Behm May 2024
Mankind
was never meant
to survive the future
Technology
a trap
their greed as bait
Generations
sacrificed
in self destruction
On altars
of indenture
— their natures gone

(Calvary Cemetery: May, 2024)
119 · Jun 2019
The Present Reclaimed
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2019
Escape in a Poem,
freedom unchained

Words come alive,
distant sirens renamed

Brevity conquers,
all urge to refrain

As magic unfolds
—the present reclaimed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
119 · Jun 2018
In Truth I Lack
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2018
Concerned with self
  birds in a row

Concerned with self
  all droppings show

Concerned with self
  the blindfold tight

Concerned with self
  not day or night

Concerned with self
  what’s real distorts

Concerned with self
  my voice retorts

Concerned with self
  front turns to back

Concerned with self
  —in truth I lack

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
119 · May 2022
By Any Other Name
Kurt Philip Behm May 2022
Sometimes trying hard to win,
it’s more important not to lose

Semantics jumbled, meanings gray,
the angle of your view

The victor truant, a rose a rose,
when called by something else

The winner left still undeclared
—the loser on the shelf

(Wendy On Ozark: May, 2022)
119 · Apr 2019
All I Ask
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
Everything...
  is all I ask

In all you say
  —and all you do

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
119 · Dec 2021
Looking Out
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2021
You linger outside
always questioning why
when the answer’s inside
where uncertainty dies

Your world of approval
and life of acclaim
provide little comfort
when there’s no one to blame

You told me it mattered
you told me you cared
but as glad handers turn
almost nothing got shared

So, I’ll stay in the moment
inside looking out
knowing what I’m in search of
leaves no room for doubt

As your memories die silent
no one to hold dear
what’s lost to remembrance
—abandoned in fear

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2021)
119 · Mar 2018
What Heaven Sent
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2018
I've walked at a peculiar
angle

As I've laughed at peculiar
circumstances

I've aged in the most peculiar
of vacuums

And went on to love in the most
normal of ways

I've worked in a spirit
of defiance

As I've traveled the many miles
from compliance

I've lived within the confines
of the moment

And written those things I
could never speak

I've seen the footsteps of
giants

Made by the intrepid feet of the
smallest of men

As the mirrors of my past have risen
in blind reflection

I've come face to face with
the only adversary I will ever fear

I've asked the age old questions
knowing there are no answers

I’ve taught the unschooled a language
they will teach again

I have vowed to seek recovery
for what the iconoclasts have broken

Until truth reclaims from power
—what was heaven sent

(Philadelphia Airport: August 1st, 2015)
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