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 Oct 2021 Laura
Kurt Philip Behm
The music of passion…
it comes from within
Untouched by tomorrow,
it lives to begin

In corners of darkness,
through fits of despair
It waits like a songbird
—to sing out a prayer

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
 Oct 2021 Laura
Kurt Philip Behm
I look upon the angry ice
and men that prowl its form
to stab and poke in rich delight
a chance to ride the storm

With blades on fire and sticks held high
they weave and crash as one
in search of that elusive net
—still guarded and unwon

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
 Oct 2021 Laura
Kurt Philip Behm
To bloom
where you’re planted
Flower
on the sill
Magic
with each budding
Forever
—and until

(The New Room: October, 2021)
 Oct 2021 Laura
Kurt Philip Behm
In dark corners of the city,
old shadows are found

In dark corners of the city,
premonitions abound

In dark corners of the city,
the doors swing one way

In dark corners of the city,
your soul becomes prey

In dark corners of the city,
where hope goes to die

In dark corners of the city
—your dreams say goodbye

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
 Oct 2021 Laura
Kurt Philip Behm
What did it cost but regret,
what did it take but denial

What did it bring but despair
—what in the end was worthwhile

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
 Oct 2021 Laura
Kurt Philip Behm
Religions embedded,
division commands
which savior, which heaven,
epistles in hand

Devotion to difference,
each split ever wide
one bible three meanings
—all preaching a lie

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
 Oct 2021 Laura
Kurt Philip Behm
Changing with each season,
voices come and go
what’s lost undreamed, ourselves demeaned,
in search of the unknown

Naked and left wanting,
fortune sires myth
impregnating its mystery
—with tales of the abyss


(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
 Oct 2021 Laura
Kurt Philip Behm
Granting myself latitude,
I stretched every word
In substance and context
—the truth to be heard

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
 Oct 2021 Laura
Kurt Philip Behm
Roaming the prairies and fields
of confusion
Coursing the oceans and lakes
of delusion
Resetting my compass by the
northernmost star
Journeying inward
—where near meets the far

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
 Oct 2021 Laura
Kurt Philip Behm
Its flow an accordion,
to stretch and compress
A double delusion,
old memory suppressed
New moments upon us,
the instant revealed
Time claiming them all
—redundant concealed

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
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