Don’t make things lighter
by clipping your wings
The jet stream is calling,
truth in the wind
Drop the excuses,
there’re reasons to blame
You can’t kill the darkness
—banning the flame
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
Don’t make things lighter
by clipping your wings
The jet stream is calling,
truth in the wind
Drop the excuses,
there’re reasons to blame
You can’t kill the darkness
—banning the flame
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
The closer we get to yesterday,
the farther away I feel
The longer you stay within my reach,
the more distant I become
Memory lane a withering dream
from a time the past has claimed
Trading those things I used to want
—for what tomorrow brings
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
Disbursing our lives in a state of malaise,
scars become currency
—for debts still unpaid
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
Judging you by what you wear
or by the car you drive
the words forever hollow
whose bees have left the hive
Taking stock while looking back
through scarlet colored glass
the vision false, the judgment worse
its memory to outlast
Forming all opinion
by what is wrapped or clad
deception in the present sense
the view less good than bad
Stepping back while looking in
my eyes take off their shield
to see much deeper than before
—my prejudice to yield
(The New Room: March, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Stimulus check…
blood diamond
from a failed November,
Payment
to a dark tomorrow,
Bribery
—for a future stole
(Dreamsleep November, 2020)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
The voice of my enemy,
the loudest of truths
With death as the arbiter
—to win or to lose
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
If we can’t tell stories
about our past
—the future stays untold
If judged by standards
out of time
—the fault beyond control
Our history always
both good and bad
—correction on the rise
What happened, happened,
as time rolls on
—and yesterday reminds
(Independence Square Philadelphia: March, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
The tyranny of the majority,
democracy oversold
The power of the people to cut and paste,
fat cats in control
‘Oh Ye Of Little Faith’ we are,
like rats inside a maze
Our government serving to best itself,
entitlement ablaze
The curtain rises for one last act,
this play now eons old
As despots steal the final scene
—where freedom’s bought and sold
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
From here to eternity,
breakfast to lunch
The distance bespoke,
new hole card to punch
As yards change to meters,
fruition in sight
All travel inherent
—day changing to night
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
The story of a Poet,
more tragic than his words
What then in fact his deeds conscript
—his writing leaves infirm
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)