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 Mask

Do you synthesize your anger,

do you cauterize the burn

 

Do you anesthetize the wonder,

as your dreams are drugged and scorned

 

Is your judgment tempered badly,

with emotion fiery hot

 

Is your vision colored madly,

by your choices—sold and bought

 

Does your music play reclusive,

do your words fall off the page

 

Does your ego feed that last excuse

—a mask you can’t explain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Unredeemed

Are you hiding inside your writing,

making it impossible to see what you mean

 

Camouflaged words based on muddled intent,

to confound, confuse, or mislead

 

Is it cryptic or gibberish in nature,

your attempt to impress with your scheme

 

Are your words still unlived as you write them all down

—unpurposed and left unredeemed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

My Words

“Past moments segmented euphoric,

notebook in the back of my jeans”

 

It used to be a pocketed feeling,

today it’s the air that I breathe

 

They used to visit when I would invite them,

now they’re my shadow unseen

 

Blanketing my world with their lettered embrace,

to inspire, enthrall—and redeem

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

Spirit Wings

If you live long enough…

those things you missed

will again return

 

No longer wrapped

in layers of disguise

 

But flying on spirit wings

the Archangels have endowed

 

Bequeathed

to the morning’s sunrise

—your exiting dawn

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)