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 Edge

Did you baptize the moment,

 did you remake the night

 

Did you give truth a name,

did your secrets escape

 

Did you forever divide,

leaving zero to burn

 

Did you dance through the flames

—to the edge of goodbye

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

To Light The Spoken Air

Thoughts inflame as feelings stir,

words simmering yet to boil

Unspoken sparks drift through the night,

a pyre still to fan

 

As heat restores the human soul,

all prodigals return

With hope to melt the frozen dawn,

and free the Poet’s hand

 

Delphian in its natural form,

the smoke a treacherous friend

Ink rekindles—lies cremate,

the mind, its woods now bare

 

The verses stack and dry of doubt,

their ignition up to you

As dark they wait for your next breath

—to light the spoken air

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

Last Blind Ascent

Climbing each rung of the rotting ladder,

my wishes snapped one by one

 

The beanstalk looming high above,

its vines blocked out the sun

 

Grounding my desires and aspirations,

like a bird with broken wings

 

My hope tried one last blind ascent

—to where the Angel’s sing

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

Backstabber

Are you happy spreading misery,

distrust what you embrace

 

More joyful when the skies are dark,

than bright on sunny days

 

Is truth a tool you wield and fling,

a weapon in your hand

 

Love what looms and threatens most,

to never understand

 

Are feelings there for you to trash,

with others left to cry

 

A promise made but left unkept,

much worse than any lie

 

When all is said, and all is done,

and everyone looks back

 

Will you be known for what you were

—that knife in someone’s back

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)