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

Unadulteration

The purity of surprise

—new moments set free

(McCarran Airport: January, 2020)

Fading Into Memory

This morning,

my body stopped in

to say goodbye

Thanking me

for the joy

Forgiving me

for the pain

Fading into

memory

—one last time

(Las Vegas Nevada: January, 2020)

Point Counterpoint

No mountain more imposing

than an idea

No gun more deadly

than intent

No cruelty more powerful

than love

No lie more convincing

—than the truth

(Las Vegas Nevada: January, 2020)

Time Running Out

Killer of hope,

seasons of denial

Perdition in the wind

—damnation on file

(Las Vegas Nevada: January, 2020)

The Last Fancy Dancer

Tis a witch out of season,

on the seventh day

And you hear reasons chanting,

while running away

from you

In her brew stirs an answer,

where memories lay

And the last fancy dancer

burns, looking to play

with you

Your destiny boiling,

a cauldron of doubt

With fear running over

her coven to shout

at you

Until spells of transcendence,

a broom handled waltz

Free dreams that start dancing,

through dungeons of fault

for you

(Las Vegas, Nevada: January, 2020)

‘Rock Lyrics #122

Future Bought

A PhD in emotion and feel,

licentiate of what lives within

Professor of imagery, doctor of will,

a Saint with a penchant for sin

Explorer of evil with devils to hunt,

the fire burns liquid and hot

Degrees of atonement, diplomas unread

— graduate of words future bought

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

Death’s Tribute

With memory escaping,

you stare down the hall

From that place where you hang,

last nail in the wall

You once were a sovereign,

you used to be real

What death left in tribute

—your portrait conceals

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

Leaving Again

We’re born,

as we start dying

We change,

while remaining the same

We search,

neglecting to find

We return

—while leaving again

(Ronald McDonald House-Phila: January, 2020)

Timeless Things

Locking up a feeling,

its key now mine to own

Flashing back a memory,

its reborn image shown

Wooing that one lover,

whose vow unbroken lasts

Time the evil mistress

—these timeless things contrast

(Newtown Square Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

The Emperor’s Mask

It’s easy to hide behind words,

with the truth left abandoned and stark

It’s easy to hide behind words,

with your feelings sharp pointed and dark

It’s easy to hide behind words,

when the emperor buys you new clothes

It’s easy to hide behind words

—whose deception dishonors you so

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)