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Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2019
There’s a voice inside that’s killing me,
slowly day by day

Each line I write, each word I speak
—is paid with time reclaimed

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2020
I abhor…
bigotry,
dishonesty,
hate and
disloyalty,
bias
and jealousy,
misogyny
and tyranny

But more than anything
I hate weakness in all its forms,
cowardice being the most destructive,
which allows all of the things I abhor…
to exist

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2019
Are you now denied all access
Has your ticket long been punched
Is your fear stuck in the alley
Intermezzo—out to lunch

Will you ever see the picture
From the far end of the line
Would the curtain serve to raise your hopes
Can a loser ever shine

The doorman calls “It’s Showtime”
As the lights all start to dim
An usher shouts “There’s One Seat Left”
You madly rush within

With eyes that fight the darkness
You find that one last chair
And on the stage, hope kisses fear
—all encores yours to share

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
Are you now denied all access
Has your ticket long been punched
Is your fear stuck in the alley
Intermezzo—out to lunch

Will you even see the picture
From the far end of the line
Would a curtain serve to raise your hopes
Can a loser ever shine

The doorman calls “It’s Showtime”
As the lights all start to dim
An usher cries “There’s One Seat Left”
You madly rush within

With eyes now strained in darkness
You find that one last chair
And on the stage, hope kisses fear,
—all encores yours to share

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2018
Dying in anticipation,
  the morning never came

Rising out of sublimation
—the end begins again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2024
We hope and we dream
for a world free of pain
but the rock of serenity
stays beyond our reach
A hug or a knife
a kiss or a gun  
bipolar reminders
confliction runs deep
Every minute and hour
the chase carries on
no safety in hiding
from that which we’re born
Till fate becomes blinded
and hits a dead end
eternity waiting
—the ending forewarned

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2018
If you’re losing you’re winning,
  the path leads one way

The steps to the kingdom,
  a carpet of pain

If your will is unbroken,
  your commitment in stone

The ending assured
—as you sit on the throne

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2018
Do you avoid the give and take,
  are you afraid to cut the cake

With hope now gone, one wish is left,
  the present strong—all else bereft

Are you afraid of yes and no,
  to middle ground do you still go

The mountaintop calls out your name,
  excuses haunt your stock and trade

With time undone and glass half poured,
  your cup still empties, false reward

The end in sight, horizon plain,
  one last choice calls—your soul to gain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2020
Delivering what we said we wanted,
wrapped in dirt and mud
The politician slashed and burned,
and each time drawing blood

He tapped into our memory,
with fear and recompense
Reminding what the past was like,
with promises incensed

He sang old songs, romanced the strong,
the weak then cast away
The jungle’s laws put back in place
—our hopes and wishes played

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
He died
in a whisper
alone
in its presence

The call of death
weaker
than what he’d
been told

Wading into its
shallows
each step
took him deeper

Reluctance
and acceptance
both swimming
in turn

Each voice
every motion
he passed
toward the bottom

The pressure of
choosing
now
drifting away

In denial
and waiting
the past
floating above him

But the end
of its
shouting
— had finally begun

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2021
Beyond permission
and the endowment tree
The wind blows constant,
it calls to me

Freedom is born
past entitlements whim
The ends of infinity
—knotting within

(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2019
Screams to their naked advancement,
fire—the truth to resound

Cannon to their darkest intention,
death—to all enemies found

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2018
Get caught in the dialectic
  before the day is late

Don’t wait for an invitation
  as they slowly shut the gate

The wolf now dressed in spun wool
  has broken from his cage

He hungers more for what we’ve lost
  an ignorance of rage

A traitor lurks in front of us
  to vanquish and to quell

But time that stops for no one man
  the assassin pledged to hell

The moment to act upon us
  the odds both long and wide

A battle still worth fighting
    for those before who thought and died

So if truth’s your greatest weapon
  wield it willingly and free

The enemy is upon us
  —and must leave on bended knee

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2019
If there’s anything more dangerous
  than a terrorist
   —it’s a corrupt politician

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2023
There’s nothing sylvan
about the Ivy League
Subversive in nature
all take and no give
In period camouflage
they feign to belong
Their hatchlings abhorrent
together they throng

Our country’s traditions
they chop on the block
What many have died for
their travesty mocks
And living entitled
they **** and they draw
Rewriting our history
—their lies become law

(The New Room: October, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2018
Grandchildren
—life’s fountain of youth

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2020
If you live long enough...
those things you missed
will again return

No longer wrapped
in layers of disguise

But flying on spirit wings
the Archangels have endowed

Bequeathed
to the morning’s sunrise
—your exiting dawn

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
Do you eat your own cooking,
  do you live what you write

Do you enjoy your own company,
  do you dream well at night

When you look in the mirror,
  do you like what you see

Through the eyes of a child,
—is your heart then set free

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2019
Do you eat your own cooking,
do you live what you write

Do you enjoy your own company,
do you dream well at night

When you look in the mirror,
do you like what you see

Through the eyes of a child
—is your heart then set free

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
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)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2024
“Truth
a distraction”
the media pouts
Constricting
those voices
trying to shout
Dumber
than dumb
brain dead by degree
Digging new graves
for the few
— still left free

(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2018
We’ve redefined God
Into someone
Who fits
His image
Our vision
His vision
Inconvenient
Alongside things
That won’t let go
His message untimely
With bills to pay
And concrete goddesses
To which we pray
  “a tail never tried to wag
   a bigger dog”
As we chant inside the
False rapture
Of our own
Becoming
Hiding from the very
Light
That promises
—to show us the way

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2018
A prisoner of the truth
  sole inmate of denial

Serving time falsely promised
  —paroled in cold exile

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2014)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2024
We were in love
but never at peace
Starving together
— choking the feast

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2023
Makeup never hides the truth
the camera sees it all
Sharply focused through the pain
each mask a futile pall

As clowns embrace the actor’s fears
in painted frozen smiles
The farce goes on in word and song
—a masquerades denial

(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2024
Cathedral Mosque
or Synagogue
their masquerade
the same
Preaching what
they don’t believe
the Good Lord
to profane

Christians Jews
and Muslims share
their hate for
other faiths
Self-righteous ire
scriptures burn
as blood flows
through the gate

Colleges and
social networks
homes where they
blaspheme
Younger hearts
and narrow minds
starving
to believe

The clock ticks down
as options die
in zero sum
degrees
The vilest thing
to haunt the earth
breeds death
— with each decree

(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2020
Prose on one side, verse the other
—distance in between

The bridge has burnt, the Muse now two,
each seeing only green

The breaths that flow are then contained,
no synergy allowed

The fathoms deep between their words
—whose river both endows

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2017
Thoughts carried to term,
  new words to instill

A message is born,
  an infant of will

Its father coarse logic,
  its mother the wind

Together they coupled,
  a marriage within

Their family heraldic,
  with pedigree firm

As libraries tremble,
  and sages relearn

All time on the table,
  last lie from the beast

This moment a knife,
  past—future the feast

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2016
Can memory destroy vision,
  if the tables turn

Can time surpass insight,
  as its distance churns

Can faith supplant reason,
  from its place on high

Can love be the fifth season,
—and our final goodbye

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2020
Is consciousness different than having a soul,
reflection unhallowed—eternity trolled

Does the magic within us begin and then end,
finite conscription—one lifetime to spend

And if unrelated, then what lies between
what we feel and we ponder—perchance then to dream

Till that final unveiling where death at last shows
the truth of the matter—that nobody knows

(Villanova University: October, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2021
Destiny knighted
—vanity scorned

(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2021
Humanity + Divinity = Eternity

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2018
Those drunken nights and barroom fights
  now seed my fallowed ground

Where women spurned and lovers churned
  rule memory’s lost and found

Those wasted days and sleepless years
  like wine have aged within

Fermenting each unwritten page
  —reharvesting my sins

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2023
The closer we get
to the end
The bigger God
becomes
And the farther away
—he seems

(The New Room: December, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2023
Numbers have a lasting smell
while figures have a taste
Shapes can make an ancient sound
whose feelings stay untraced    

Intuition grants a wish
to those who rebegin  
Dimension in the blackest hole
new dwarf stars from within

Counting up or counting down
deception stays the same
What you gain or what you lose
redundant in the game

Endings come and endings go
ephemerally despised
Until the sacrificial lamb
—bleats out the final lie

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2017
If doing what’s right and winning
  could only be the same

Our world would strike the final match
—all politics in flames

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2021
I lay dreaming as the yardarms howl with ghosts
  upon the wind,
screaming down: “Your crew is lost, it’s mutiny once more”

One voice to dare my choices strong
and shed that bitter sleep,
my past the drowning child of its dark and rocky shoals

As tears release and fall like rain the tiller
begs forgiveness,
old memories drift away in fear and sink within themselves

The time has come, as fate calls out to man the heavy sails
and chart a course into the swells
—one final storm to brave

(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2020
Lobbying through Hell,
the politician remanded

To the Devil he stated:
“Your program’s too thin

“You need to refigure
and turn up the heat

“His word’s getting through,
and the Angels all sing”

“It’s not about numbers,
Lucifer cried from the furnace

“It’s not about losses,
but what’s mine to gain

“If only one soul’s
to be trapped here forever

“Your indenture my focus
—let the suffering begin”

(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2017
Can joy be found in everything,
  and not in just one place

Can love be used to clear the field,
  and watch the children race

Can hearts be free when joined as one,
  where parted they were not

Can passion reach that deepest void,
—to stoke the fire hot

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2017
You hide behind
  the angels mask

As truth unsheathes
  its sword

Your costume stripped,
  the devil unleashed

His fire,
  —your fate to endure

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2018
"A man’s true spirit can only be forged and replenished
    —in the fire of the unknown."

(Last Line Of Chapter 18 In My Novel ‘Revenge Along The War Trail) …. Published Sept 1, 2016
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2019
My eyes explode,
  within the beauty of your image

My ears implode,
  within the magic of your words

My mind expands,
  within the thought of you inside me

My heart ignites
   —within the fire of your love

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016 )
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2016
My eyes explode,
  within the beauty of your image

My ears implode,
  within the magic of your words

My mind expands,
  within the thought of you inside me

My heart ignites,
—within the fire of your love

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2019
Can you understand
without thinking

Can you know more than
your mind can learn

Can you overflow
without leaking

Can you see
—beyond the fire's burn

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2016
Can you understand  
  beyond thinking

Can you know more than
  your mind can learn

Can you overflow
  without leaking

Can you warm beyond
  the fires burn

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2016
Celestial things massacre time  
  with their importance

Like Carlos Santana playing
  ‘Black Magic Woman’

Earthly things embody the moment
within their transformation

The caterpillar—the butterfly,
  the wood before the fires glow

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2018
There are types of young love
  that must be broken apart

For either or both lovers
  to survive

Like alcohol to the inferno
  their temperature gets hotter

Until nothing is left to share
  except scorched remains

With no net to catch them
  they fall into each other

Tumbling and hurling
  like a flaming ball

A hunger unsated
  devouring their passion

Their souls trapped and burning
   —in the fire they share

(Westborough Massachusetts: April, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2019
Do you change the meaning
  in favor of form

Do you add a new comma
  because it’s the norm

Do you shorten the sentence
  because it’s advised

Do you scour the pages
  re-dotting your I’s

Do you read and reread
  again to address

What sure of at first
  and now want to correct

A wise man once said
  and it’s truer today

“The First Cut Is The Deepest”
   —leave your words as they lay

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2024
Avoid needless
complexity
Say it
straight out

Frost and
then Hemingway
Set the rules
down

Between meaning
and verbiage
The idea
is king

Sharpen
the point
The message
— the thing

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: January, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2020
Finally hearing your own voice…
don’t ever, ever, ever
  —edit it away

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
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