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Giuseppe Stokes Oct 2016
The being-within forbode as it drifted, departing deluded in deluge distraught.

The being-without forbidding and driving; touched upon timeless, eternal and taught.

The being-unbeckoned unbeknownst in its slumber; moved within, moved without, shored up and sluice.

The being-untowards interred intermittently; inauthenticly stood at the precipice gorged.
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2023
In deepest memory
my mind escapes
to places yet journeyed
undreamed they await

In deepest memory
the future untold
awaiting unbeckoned
—the next bell to toll

(Dreamsleep Tribute To Laura Nyro: March, 2023)
Odinredbeard Jul 2019
And as oft her habit, unbeckoned she visits
Even still bending the will of dreams to her
Feverish attempts to bring it back, to make it so
The more I cherish the faster it ends
And as oft my habit calling to her, she fades

This hunger never ending - a famine upon my soul
A crumb, a morsel, a swig, or a drop
Oh, so little you give to bleed me dry
Hope, no more than a dream in which you visit
How can a man love a phantom heart?
Ask me not, there is no explanation for what I do...

I think of what I would trade
For you to take me away
For one last kiss before the end of the day
My heart strings you play
Knowing what you betrayed
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)

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