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Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2019
As you age and days get shorter,
do you reach out for the source

Whether family, friends, or lover,
is the pull a constant force

Is the attraction of returning,
going home to shed your sins

The final stage in your progression
—to refresh and rebegin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
As you age and days get shorter,
  do you reach out for the source

Whether family, friends, or playground,
  is the pull a constant source

Is the attraction of returning,
   going home then once again

The final stage in your progression,
—to refresh and rebegin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2017
The past
  is but a memory

The future
  but a dream

The present
  wrapped in splendor

This moment
  to redeem

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2018
My currency, my letters,
  my legacy, their toll

Inscribed within the moment
—perpetually retold

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2019
The heartache gone,
but still remembered

Its pain
—the shadow of my soul

(Dreamsleep: October 10/25/2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
I don’t care where I’m going
  I know where I am

I’m not worried about the future
  I’ve never been to the past

I’m not sad about what’s missing
  only joyful for what’s present

I am here and not there
  —and my words make it last

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2019
Closer to words
than I am to people

Meaning,
in place of love

Heart felt recital,
truant revival

In script
—to rise above

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2021
No ordered enchantment,
no purpose in luck
No dreams in forgetting,
no lover mistook

A bells rings in silence
when ears have gone dry
A bat’s in the chimney
when fire’s denied

All hail to the wonder,
all hail to the chiefs
All hail to the proctor,
all hail disbelief

Indentured we mingle,
inclement we fall
Inspired we stumble
—in spite of it all

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2021
The square root of an Epiphany
—is hope

(Villanova Sacristy: March, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2019
To steal injustice
from the eyes of a child

And place it beyond their sight

Is to save today,
when tomorrow is gone

The future—blinded by fright

(Children’s Hospital Of Philadelphia: November, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2016
To steal injustice,
  from the eyes of a child

And place it beyond their sight

Is to save today,
  when tomorrow is gone

The future—blinded by fright

(Children’s Hospital Of Philadelphia: November, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
Do you need to open your eyes
   to see?

Do you need to have the words spoken
   to hear?

Do you need to pierce beneath the skin
   to feel?

Do you need to first understand
   —to love?

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2018
Do you need to open your eyes
   to see?

Do you need to have the words spoken
   to hear?

Do you need to pierce beneath the skin
   to feel?

Do you need to first understand
  —to love?

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2018
“I drive people away,
  that’s what I do
To stay away
  myself renewed”

My life was meant
To be lived alone
In spite of what
You think you know
Inside myself
My only home
Whose armor never
Chinks when ******

My life bereft
I know to you
Seems lonely  
Often misconstrued
But joy from heaven
Self-contained
Unto myself
Lives unrestrained

“If I drove you away, please take heart,
  my back was turned to all
To die alone, my most fervent wish
   —with no one left to call”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2014)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2016
Each phrase a gift,
  mine to unwrap

The Muse bequeaths,
  when spirit lacks

Each word a jewel,
  to cut and shine

Together placed,
—then shout divine

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2019
Each phrase a gift,
mine to unwrap

The Muse bequeaths,
when spirit lacks

Each word a jewel,
to cut and shine

Together placed
—and shout divine

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2018
To some
  reality comes early,
  to others
  it comes late

The lucky
  get a pass,
  where the facts of life
  will wait

With truth
  backed in the corner,
  and fantasy now
  to reign

No love
  to go asunder,
  no past relived
  again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2018
If music is a celebration
  the Blues its hidden nest

As voices rise in jubilation
  all souls by delta blessed

Its words reveal a joyous cover
  its notes a mojo hymn

Old feelings hatched and beating low
  —the Blues to spread its wings

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
Like maggots on a piece of ham,
  the critics do their work

Devouring just because they can,
  to maim, destroy, and hurt

They eat through flesh right to the bone
  never missing one last scrap

Not even a scribbled, half-done poem
  —have they ever given back

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2022
The shorter the sentence
the greater the impact
Its focus unchallenged
—its meaning refined

(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2020
Is all art connected,
the pain to set free

Blood flowing convergent,
to the delta unseen

All feelings communal,
the sharing divine

A grand celebration
—changing water to wine

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2021
Embattled here,
entitled there
One flag still flying,
the smoke-filled air

Horizons darken,
as blood runs free
The last man standing
—whose will to be

(Villanova University: March, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2020
Betrothed within,
making love to ourselves

Pledging new vows,
to seal every tryst

Promises buried,
a marriage unseen

Wedding bells ring
—ever silent and deep

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2021
One opinion that matters,
its judgment vouchsafe  

Where mountains have melted,
new rivers await

The merit for others,
but truth undenied

Beyond feeling and vision
—exists only I

(The New Room: March, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2018
Escaping into verse,
  the base of the tower rumbled,
  the ground beneath was shaken
  with new cracks inside its walls

Escaping into verse,
  all towering deception crumbled,
  as the self-anointed jumped and fell
  landing prostrate and so small


Escaping into verse,
  the mime shouted out enabled,
  his silent thunder raining down
  with a message now to scald

Escaping into verse,
  a new steeple built and gabled
  its bell to ring a lyric toll  
   —new life to those recalled

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2020
Masquerading in a church full of dreams,
all parishioners in their pews

The preacher straightens his mask and starts,
a sermon old renewed

Hellfire and brimstone come roaring out,
words to torch and burn

His face staying hidden as the nightmare unfolds
—the congregation’s dreams left spurned

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2016
The only time I am truly honest,
—is in verse

The only time I clearly hear his voice,
—is in rhyme

The only time my salvation appears,
—to transverse

The only time my heart really bleeds,
—so sublime

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
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)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2018
No formula or numbers
  as Albert had deigned

The greatest of mysteries
  we share one domain

From outside he struggled
  to bend back the truth

From inside I journey
  its paradox loose

To him it was relative
  to me more sublime

That thing we both search for
—the essence of time

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2022
‘Keeper Of The Kingdom,’
entrusted with the key
Words unlocking blocks of time,
setting moments free

Caretaker thus chosen,
fate to walk the fields
Watching insights stalk and grow
—destiny to yield

(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2023
The Pied Piper of failure
loose in our schools
Cacophony playing
of pedants and fools

He lures and beguiles
to those innocent souls
Who locked in his footsteps
—will never be whole

(The New Room: March, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
Rejecting the parts
The whole became
Clear...
In the absence of
Separation
The remnants of
Confusion and chaos
Paving
The way
Toward the
Light…
And the man
I would again
Become

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2022
Dawn of the city
sunset of humanity

Light a burning ash
—darkness closing in

(The New Room: September, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2023
Academicians …
masticating and
grinding their ‘truth’
Spewing out
what they would have us swallow
in gagging choking egotism
Regurgitating it back
in the toxic chunder
of a narcissistic reality
Papering the walls
of modern thought
with the bibs of their retching
As they hide within
their ivory towers
—festering in mass

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: September, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2016
I reject all your religion,
  in favor of myself

Those spewing virtues dogma,
  often ****, with little felt

I reject your revelation,
  with the truth inside my heart

I surrender your salvation,
  from your guilt I live apart

I challenge your commitment,
  when the road gets hard and long

The good intentions you now offer,
  Hell’s words without a song

I reject all faith in platitudes,
and your threats—both veiled and not

I refuse to live in servitude,
and tied to what we’re not

I will reach inside the goodness,
  born to each and every man

I will choose to see the wonder,
  of those souls that say “I can”

And as I look beyond tomorrow,
  to that place we call today

I will live in thanks for who I am,
—and not to whom you pray

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2019
I reject all your religion,
  in favor of myself

Those spewing virtues dogma,
  often ****, with little felt

I reject your revelation,
  with the truth inside my heart

I surrender your salvation,
  from your guilt I live apart

I challenge your commitment,
  when the road gets hard and long

The good intentions you submit,
  Hell’s words without a song

I reject all faith in platitudes,
and your threats—both veiled and not

I refuse to live in servitude,
and tied to what we’re not

I will reach inside the goodness,
  born to each and every man

I will choose to see the wonder,
  of those souls who say “I can”

And as I look beyond tomorrow,
  to that place we call today

I will live in thanks for who I am,
  —and not to whom you pray

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2019
My eyes unleash upon the world before me,
where Heaven wrests all darkness from its reign

These sights my fortune gladly spent on freedom,
to rise and fall as sun and moon both share

The seasons press their head and tail foreclosure,
to trail the one in front and lead the back

As cousins of the changing time indenture,
the same but separate lost within themselves

(Villanova On Avon: October, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2018
To wit, the editor
  the murderer’s axe

To slay the innocent
  with sharp attack

To wit, the editor
  last drop of blood

Now drained and syphoned
  —in victimhood

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2024
In a fantasyland
of their own creation
politicians spawn
Spreading their eggs of division
and lies
among bottom feeding pawns

Propagating treason
corruption and graft
to freely flow downstream
Carrying our destiny
over the falls
— of shattered broken dreams

(The New Room: February, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2024
Living in the shadow
of a man now gone
Darkness my betrayal
— shades of future past

(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2021
A hunter
not skinner  
with quarry
so vast
Whose path
through the forest
is first
—never last

(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: January, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2024
Stalking every dream
calling me from sleep
A Yeti of the frozen night
I drove the pitons deep

Climbing over hope
belaying every wish
The tracks it leaves — perdition bound
  to wander in the mist

(Haverford Pennsylvania: May, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2023
When the woods are full of the enemy
—start your fire at their backs

(From My Novel—Approaching Storm: June, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2021
The places I’ve been
all part of me now,
roadmaps of intention
tracking landscapes endowed

The history I’ve written
covers chapter and verse,
of promises made
and commitments diverse

The road ever widens
my scope narrows down,
the past out of focus
leaving town after town

Tomorrow unbeckoned
I search for today,
the future unreckoned
—the moment in play

(The New Room: March, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2023
Life was born in the desert
but death came out of the sea
walking on all fours, breathing the air
—killing that never to be

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2022
Smaller in the rearview mirror
the past retreats from view
Perspective changing rearranging
the old supplanted new

Fading in a dying focus
dust beyond the wind
Blowing wild beyond our memory
—fates forgotten hymn

(Dreamsleep: December, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2019
Those footsteps ahead
  are now footsteps behind

The past but a memory
  the future declines

My cadence is slowing
  my direction unclear

When frozen in place
  on the wind I can hear

Quiet footsteps ahead
  louder footsteps behind

Their sound fast approaching
  to reclaim and remind

The years stay unpromised
  except for the end

Each step left unwalked
  trailing closer—portends

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2023
Retracing my steps …
picking up the pieces
of a misguided past
Cleaning up the memories
that so litter my
attention
Given one more chance
to change
the things I never intended
Given one last chance
to right the wrongs
—of my prodigal ways

(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2021
Surrender a comfort,
ambition rebuked
Content in my history,
old passions to suit

New mountains stay ******,
those summits I’ve climbed
All truth in reflection
—whose peace I now find

(The New Room: March, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2020
Death is no harder
than living
—when there’s nowhere left to go

(Lenape Trail: November, 2020)
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