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113 · Jan 2024
Abeyance
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2024
Without
your heart
open
emotion unspun

Without
the right feeling
the words
lie unsung

Without
the right words
the
verse to abate

The reader
in Limbo
awaiting
—his fate

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
113 · Dec 2024
Bojangles
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2024
I swore
over and over
and
over and over
Forever
to love her
no matter
the whim

But time
after time
as each siren
would call  
I rambled
and left her
my nose
— in the wind

(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)
113 · Apr 2020
To Light The Spoken Air
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2020
Thoughts inflame as feelings stir,
words simmering yet to boil
Unspoken sparks drift through the night,
a pyre still to fan

As heat restores the human soul,
all prodigals return
With hope to melt the frozen dawn,
and free the Poet's hand

Delphian in its natural form,
the smoke a treacherous friend
Ink rekindles—lies cremate,
the mind, its woods now bare

The verses stack and dry of doubt,
their ignition up to you
As dark they wait for your next breath
—to light the spoken air

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
113 · Jul 2022
Chasing The Light
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2022
Orphaned by the distant wind
as darkness bathes the dawn
My wings have flown beyond my sight
to catch the cygnet swan
A brother to the foreign soil
lost father to the man
Hearing wisps of memories past
old promises remand
Alone upon a falling sea
in depths my heart bemoans
The water cold inside my veins
fresh images I’m shown…
To raise my spirit from its sleep
and chase the light above
The night relinquishes its grip
and frees the mourning dove
Returning messages of hope
to course before the sun
That shines upon my reclaimed self
—my flight at last begun

(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
113 · Jun 2018
Redemption Profaned
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2018
Bubbling up through the surface,
  one truth leaches out

Like a word long forbidden,
  oft whispered—it shouts

Rising up to the heavens,
  its message proclaims

“The eruption has started,
    redemption profaned”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)
113 · Jan 2024
Contrasting Similarity
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2024
The difference between
poetry and prose
Whose words live together
under your nose
With prose you can finish
last page period end
But poetry boundless
— to forever extend

(The New Room: January, 2024)
113 · Feb 2017
If
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2017
If
If wishes were dreams,
—eternity could sleep

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
113 · Sep 2024
The Last Encore
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2024
Staring into
a crystal gaze
The throng is burning
purple haze

Music blaring
notes on fire
Crescendo glaring
demon ire

Staring into
a crystal gaze
The faces foreign
voices bade

In unison
their screams demand
Encored tribute
— to save the band

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
113 · Mar 2021
Robins Return
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2021
The bark of eternity,
an armoring sure

An oak or a maple,
their majesty pure

Below their dark cover,
time circles in rings

Where destiny spirals
—as residents sing

(Martha Brown’s Woods: March, 2021)
113 · Feb 2018
Undefined
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2018
If not of this moment,
  then what other time

If not of this moment,
  your music in mime

If not of this moment,
  whose sun brightly shines

If not of this moment
—your search undefined

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
113 · Mar 1
Intelligent Design
The Universe had
a beginning ...
something caused it
to begin
Measure
with the measured
stones and
stepping akin
Cause and effect
logicians praise
Thomas’ words
like a gun
Space and Time
adopted twins
creating creation
— from zero sum

(The New Room: March, 2025)
113 · Apr 2019
The Light Eternal
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
Can you ever really lose
  what you’ve never really had
  
Can you ever be good
  if you’ve never been bad

Can you ever pose a question
  that’s never been asked

Can the answer prove elusive
  when the future is past

Can the moments live on frozen
  if only in your heart

Can the love you give unspoken
  shout the loudest unremarked

Can you ever really finish
  what was never yours to start

Can your light shine on eternal
  —without passing through the dark

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
      ‘From The Book Of Prayers’
113 · Jul 2024
The Unmasking
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2024
Feathers and warpaint are symbolic disguises for the enemy ...

Looking forward and inward, Crazy Horse was consumed by his vision as he rode into the ancestral camp of the unmarked trail. It was here that he listened for the older voices who kept council with the past.

There was no shield to protect from arrows fired from within. When shot from the heart of ancient wanderings and hitting their target, life turned into death and then life again.

The symbols of the warrior... the arrow, bow, and horse, were painted on tipi’s proud and were there to guide your spirit on its path to who you would become. The images depicted a true warrior’s journey — war being a portal —catalyzing with its deliverance the freedom of your spirit.

Death burns celebration as its kindling, renewing everything within the finality of its embers, taking you back to the beginning of all things possible, where …

The rules
   the reasons
   the ridicule
           and the redemption

all fade in your memory, while you become more of what you always were — and less of what the timid crave.  

Unveiling your spirit
   rejoining your fathers

as your feathered bonnet and warpaint lie burning in the flames of a distant council fire.



Kurt Philip Behm: July, 2024  
(From Searching For Crazy Horse)
113 · Jun 2017
Exposed
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2017
Excuses,
  hide within my dark prejudice

Exposed,
  with every light you shine

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
113 · Feb 2020
Vitam Et Mortem
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2020
We are what we do;
we are what we say

As day becomes night,
and night becomes day

We are twice begotten;
we are twice betrayed

Forgiveness in hiding
—redemption misplayed

(West Philadelphia: February, 2020)
113 · May 2024
Is There ...
Kurt Philip Behm May 2024
Memory
without language
Joy
without pain
Sight
without prescience
Deed
without claim
Truth
without compromise
Faith
without prayer
Grace
without blessing
Love
— never shared

(The New Room: May, 2024)
113 · Jun 2023
Freed In Song
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2023
Caught within a dying art form
a lyricist passed by
(saying)
“Music is my lord and master
it makes the phrases fly”

Writing lines of words unwedded
the ink once dry is set
Time and memory freed in song
—the poet to forget

(Villanova University: June, 2023)
113 · Feb 2021
The North Wind
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2021
Killer of dreams
—the moment says goodbye

(Pine Ridge South Dakota: July, 2009)
113 · Oct 2024
Maxime Omnium
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2024
Trust
a monopoly
the fickle
must earn

Rooted
in confidence
their faith
must confirm

Trust
is a progeny
whose offspring
endures

Embraced
by the concept
all parties
— adjure

(The New Room: October, 2024)
113 · May 2020
Lest We Forget
Kurt Philip Behm May 2020
The rock,
stands against the wind
in centuries old calm

Counting the years until
our baptism,
sinking deeper still

Stoic to tell
lest we forget, engraved
on a hill of blinding sun

Of barefoot
painted dancers,
and children—future come

(Mesa Verde Colorado: October, 1976)
113 · Jan 2019
University
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
Larcenous validator
  of all truth unto itself

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2015)
113 · Jan 24
Fault Lines
Justification
of illusion
the surface
unsure

Each step
poorly taken
new death
— to allure

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
113 · Jun 2023
Diamonds & Pearls
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2023
An Old-Man-Child
in an adult world
Alone in their gather
of cocktails and swirl

Again but an alien
as when he was eight
The steps to acceptance
he’s loathe to retrace

The pomp and the patter
falls deaf on his ears
Each slap on the back
reinforcing his fear

An Old-Man-Child
in an adult world
shunning their presents
—midst diamonds and pearls


(The New Room: June, 2023)
113 · Sep 2023
Uno Mas
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2023
Life’s about distance
and lack of control
A search for redemption
someone to console
Closer than farther
then farther again
A distant horizon
new history to fend
Excuses are many
the reasons but few
Voices heard calling
though old were once new
A spirit still willing
a body that’s weak
My pathway desponding
—once more do I seek

(The New Room: September, 2023)
113 · Oct 2022
Sight Unseen
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2022
Immaculate perception
its vision so pure
Beyond all deception
adroitly demurred
A birth without legacy
an orphan unnamed
Judgment abandoned
—redemption proclaimed

(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
113 · Mar 2021
DEFCON 1
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2021
Weapons grade narcissism,
nuclear results

Fallout clear, scorching dear
—free speech its main assault

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
112 · Jun 2019
A Wish Distilled
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2019
A sweetness comes with age,
  like fruit that’s finally ripe

A Poet then a Sage,
  on this journey into night

A wish distilled from all regret,
  its seeds to be resown

A sweetness comes with age
  —that buried youth will never know

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
112 · Feb 2020
Before The Silence
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2020
Terminal poetry…
death by the word

Selling a heartbeat
for every breath

Giving up life
for each new phrase

Buried
—inside what’s heard

(Ronald McDonald House: February, 2020)
112 · Aug 2017
My Father Instilled
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2017
My Mother called out to me,
  I had to come

To the depths of Her longing
  my spirit would run

From four thousand feet,
  She cried clear and loud

And as Her first born,
  I rushed downward and proud

From the Canadian Rockies,
  my destiny ran

Through Glacier and Yellowstone
  where all time began

At Page Her arms opened
  pulling me in

And She welcomed my rapids
  to baptize again

Reborn in the current
  of Their unbroken dream

She shouted my name
  the past-future redeemed

My intention now raging,
  my soul shared with Them

She asked of my Father,
  Her words formed the wind

I said, “He is sleeping,”
  His tears for you melt

His promise now drained,
  His love greatly felt

Her heart pounding furious,
  Her depths I now fill

Her womb I reenter
—my Father instilled

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
112 · Apr 2024
Better Than Best
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2024
I didn’t stay young
but I never got old
My cards often weak
when watching you fold
I sailed into weather
the saltiest balked
And bit off big pieces
while walking my talk

I painted with brushes
DaVinci had blessed
And wandered and wondered
much better than best
I took from my heart
and gave to my soul
The circle expanding
— three halves to my whole

(The New Room: April, 2024)
112 · Jul 2021
Into The Mist
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2021
His shadow moved like smoke,
released from the fire

Fading in the night air
—never to return

(Searching For Crazy Horse II:  July, 2021)
112 · Jul 2017
The Burden
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2017
Knowledge first gained
  —the burden of youth

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2013)
112 · Sep 2018
Two-Roads
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2018
Desperate choices
  and dead end roads

One sign pointing left
  the other right

Each choice a trap
  where vision smolders

Each choice a trap
  its decision charred

Two roads on fire
   the truth igniting

Two roads on fire
  —where freedom burns

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
112 · Mar 2020
Essentia Omnis
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2020
I don't believe in Jesus,
I don't believe in Buddha,
I don't believe in Allah,
I don't believe in Zeus

I don't believe in Fairy Tales,
I don't believe in Santa,
I don't believe in Unicorns,
I don't believe Dr. Seuss

I don't believe in Proverbs,
I don't believe the Gospels,
I don't believe in Dharma,
I don't believe their Creeds

But I do believe in Beauty,
I do believe in Truth,
I do believe in Love,
And—I do believe in me

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
112 · Mar 15
His Essence To Be
God can’t become
that greater
than he is
God can’t become
tomorrow
or today
God can’t become
now or then
when always
God but exists
pure reason
— faith relayed

(The First Book Of Prayers: March, 2025)
112 · Apr 2017
Change
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2017
To change the way you act,
—change the way you think

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
112 · Jun 2022
Solomon's Curse
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2022
My Prose becomes better,
my Poetry gets worse
The pictures stay unpainted,
new words to the curse

Each line chosen mainly
for how it relates
A phrase to launch 1000 ships
—chapters overstate

(The New Room: June, 2022)
112 · Oct 2018
The Perpetual Present
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2018
The reason you can change things for the better or worse is because they did not happen in the ‘past’ and will not happen in the ‘future—they happened now, in the ever expanding perpetual present.

You can make up for things that you’ve done, you can lose weight that you’ve gained, you can apologize for hurts that you’ve caused, because you’re still connected to them…in the present moment, not in some isolated disconnected ‘timeframe’ that we mistakenly refer to as the ‘future’ or ‘past.’

You can love someone you’ve never met, or worship a deity exposed from within and beyond because of this connection.  If it were broken, there would be no way to connect—or reconnect—with yourself.  

It seems easy and convenient to compartmentalize large parts of our lives into the disconnected ‘past’ and ‘future,’ but the unreality here is total.  Things only happen in the present.  We cannot escape anything—most assuredly ourselves—by creating these temporal oasis,’ where we deceive ourselves into believing that those places are over and past, or in the case of the future—still yet to happen.  

The only reality is the one that has always been and forever will be—the ever expanding moment of the perpetual present.

The present needs neither to be attacked nor defended—it just is!  It needs only to be lived, as if you had any other choice.  Every motion you perform, every thought you conceive, every feeling you feel, happens only in the present.  

The suspect emotions—guilt and fear—are normally associated with the ‘past’ (guilt) and the ‘future’ (fear).  By fully living within the present moment, the effects of those two emotions are mostly negated.  Our whole concept of management is based on data from the ‘past’ and trying to apply it to the ‘future.’ That data, if you will, only has value when it is experienced in the present.  

Love, as an emotion, can only be felt now.  It can be remembered, and it can be hoped for, but only experienced in the moment of its release.  What are emotions other than the instantaneous celebration of the here and now.  

Dreams, and dream-sleep are the natural connectors where rational thought ends and divine thought begins. The whole notion of contradiction rests comfortably within our dreams, and often within our religious beliefs.

The notion of the Holy Trinity (3 distinct persons in one God) is the bedrock of both spiritual and theological Christian dogma.  It is central to the belief that God exists on more than one level. So does human existence.

Native Americans, Muslims, Christians, and Jews share this common thread in their beliefs.  So often, whether it be Moses, Jesus, Mohammed or Crazy Horse, leaders of their respective tribes went off into the wilderness to receive spiritual enlightenment through a dream or apparition.  Native Americans refer to this as a ‘Vision Quest.’  

The constraints of rational thought are abandoned here (sorry Jesuits), and the notion of contradiction seems as natural and free-flowing as any other thought.  Enlightenment is reached through a higher power, and is not dependent on facts or mistaken empirical knowledge.  Only in these isolated endeavors, away from the confusing and misleading structure of what we call society, can true knowledge occur.

Unanswered questions open up spaces into a new consciousness here, and we do not have to dig our heels in to defend—or pledge allegiance to—facts that can only hold us back, imprisoning us to be something other than ourselves.  

The very thing that causes us to question is the thing calling out to us—from deep inside ourselves—to return. Dreams, once again, become the fastest way to cross this threshold from a fact based unreality to the beginnings of true knowledge within the gifted moment and its perpetual presence.  
  
(Villanova Pennsylvania:  January, 2013)
112 · Jun 2024
Tribute To Sly
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2024
Under the beat
between the notes
inside the groove
— FUNK

(Tower Theater: May, 1974)
112 · May 2019
Scars Of Experience
Kurt Philip Behm May 2019
How do you teach Poetics,
  can all experience be forged

Maybe Emily will share her secret,
  what did she explore

How can you convert a feeling,
  into words beyond the main

How do they become a Poem
—without scars to mark the pain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
112 · Nov 2021
Baited & Switched
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2021
Salt lick temptation
lures that dangle,
camouflaged darkness
masks and blinds

Easily captured
when most attracted,
flypaper memories
—trap and bind

(The New Room: November, 2021)
112 · Apr 2021
Eternity's Ace
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2021
Can you have a mind
and not have a soul
Connection temporal,
divorced from the whole

Can consciousness live
for only itself
A hand with three aces
—His card left undealt

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: April, 2021)
112 · Jul 2022
Analgesia
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2022
Ease after torment
delight for a time

Pain as a stranger
more fondly in mind

Absence entrancing
when courting a knave

Sweetest the silence
—where screams did pervade

(Las Vegas: July, 2022)
112 · Mar 2018
A Melody Unsung
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2018
Can you be distracted by the critic
  or the public acclaim

Can you see through the fire
  and renew all that’s burned

Can you look past the signposts
  and those messages fixed

Can your heart stay undamaged
  as the world tempts your soul

Can you run through loud voices
  with yours still unspoken

Can you make it to tomorrow
  without leaving today

Can you give love to those hateful
with vengeance recalled

Can you carry your grandfather’s words
  into the land of the unborn

Can you hang up your spear
  inside the enemy camp

Can you live to see the beginning
  and the end die at last

Can your voice remain pure
  neither bartered nor loaned

Can you listen through the
  smoke
   —for a melody unsung

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
112 · Apr 2021
Hidden Treasure
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2021
The deepest truth lay undiscovered
in the buried words
Like unfound gold existing only
on a pirate’s map
True value in the search required
to seek and grasp

Each phrase a burrowing pen
digs into the readers mine
Fortune concealing veins of discovery
covered and unknown
Ink running free as the shaft leads inward
—anticipation karat pure

(Watching “Hemingway #2: April, 2021)
112 · Jun 2024
Black Whole
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2024
If there wasn’t anyone
to see the change
change would still happen
change would become
Transcendence imploding
inside of itself
birthing the moment
birth zero-sum

(The New Room: June, 2024)
112 · Apr 2024
Poem By My Son Trystan
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2024
No more

Mothballs and cedar assault my nose

The dust mites and stale air dry my throat

A wardrobe that is just that



The lion roars no more

Neutered and robbed of his fire

The last time the words were read



In the darkness of this cell I fear the witch no more

Drunk at her cauldron

Slurred words conjure no magic



Snow driven mountains of pure white

Have dissolved into a gray haze

Footprints like bread crumbs dissolved



My desperate escape blocked

Solid wood between me and salvation

My world made infinitely smaller

-          When the gateway to Narnia can no longer be imagined, the magic dies

(Trystan Colin Behm- April, 2024)
112 · Sep 2022
Aesthetic Triage
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2022
Creating…
the great savior
from pain

The artist…
a messiah
from despair

(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
112 · Jun 2
Remembering Laura
Walking South
on the beach
in front of Doral
I heard a woman sing ...
“If you put the man
back in romance
I’ll put the lay
back in lady”
Catching up to her
I asked
where she first
heard the song
She said: “It’s mine
do you like it?
It still
needs more work
I was hoping
this walk
would enchant
or inspire”
At the Fontainebleau
I said: “I do very much
Let me help you write
the second verse”

(Miami Beach: 1982)
112 · Apr 2019
Enflame
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
Answer with passion,
  or don’t answer at all

Cauterizing my questions
  —as ashes they fall

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
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