Author: Kurt Philip Behm

I am a lifelong author with 21 books published to date—one best seller. Much of my writing is about the deception of time and its many disguises. My Poetry 'An Anthology Of Perception,' is now available in four volumes. In addition I have a 175 page Poem 'After Midnight,' that was published in 2014. My Historical Fiction series, 'The Sword Of Ichiban' is now up to volume 8 which is being published this Spring ... Vol #1- The Sword Of Ichiban Vol #2- Darkening Sun Vol #3- Revenge Along The War Trail Vol #4- Death From The Sky Vol #5- Jumping Into the Darkness Vol #6- The Fall City Mandate. Vol #7- Approaching Storm Vol #8- Brothers In Blood One autobiographical novel, 'The Death Of The Playground' a Best Seller, published in 2007. One travel novel, 'Searching For Crazy Horse,' published in 2005, recapping my forty years of motorcycle touring in the American Rocky Mountain West. I have written one Children's Book, 'Sammy & Bumpers' that was published in 2016. All of my books are available at Barnes & Noble, Amazon, and better Book Stores world wide. Kurt Philip Behm

The Final Vote

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)

Liberatio

Should I share my truth with you,

or take it to the grave

 

And bury what my life has been…

the fearful and the brave

 

Should I share a final word,

before my name is called

 

To pour your cup into that stream

—that runs beyond the falls

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)

Ecclesia de Veritate

Do we worship a concept

we cannot define

 

Do we dig for a treasure

that we’ll never find

 

Is the belief that it’s there,

enough to forge on

 

In perpetual failure,

no words to our song

 

Do we feel we’re the closest

when the bottom falls out

 

To be left further back,

and then bandied about

 

Does it even exist,

is it worth all the pain

 

The searching and fighting,

and what’s there to gain

 

Enduring the hardship

its pilgrimage holds

 

Because life without truth,

all body—no soul

 

To die unenlightened

and scarred from the search

 

Still a legacy worthy

—in veracity’s church

 

(Augustinian Cemetery: September, 2020)

Augustine Was Right

Time an illusion,

to make sense of reality

 

Reality an illusion,

to order and place

 

Order an illusion,

to all that’s a given

 

What’s given Divine

—indefinable Grace

 

(Villanova Chapel: September, 2020)

‘A Tribute To Augustine’s 3 Tenses Of Time,

Present Past—Present Present—Present Future’

Wanton & Lost

The suddenness of desertion,

the emptiness of time

 

Abandoning each moment,

as clocks strike their chime

 

And wherego the hours,

once used and cast off

 

Are there auctions and markets

for each second that’s lost

 

And who’s to recount

the old wishes unprayed

 

With days ever changing,

and voices relayed

 

The end a beginning,

the beginning an end

 

To drift in its circle

—time never respent

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)