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

Hiding Inside

Most of our lives are spent

icing the cake

Covering the substance

where meaning partakes

To coat and embellish

what we most try to hide

Distracting, misleading

—shrouded inside

(Dreamsleep: July, 2019)

Not To Last

I survived the 60’s,

can I ask the same of you…

With soul in tact, my body wracked,

and conscience split in two

My parents now have I become,

these days of future past

With bloodshot eyes and memory owned

—by that decade not to last

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)

Another Paradox

Will you

Or won’t you,

Can you

Or can’t you,

Another paradox

Unclaimed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

To Lead The Way

I found my voice

Beyond all choice

A waited friend

Beyond the wind

I found the words

Once cast astray

To line my path

To lead the way

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

The Prize You Seek

Dragnetting with the spoken word,

trying to trap what you can’t see

Unbaited, your net cast far and wide,

in a dark and foreign sea

Over and over, you pull in your lines,

with nothing again to show

The prize you seek, swimming wild and free

—at a depth you’ll never know

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

Whose River Both Endows

Prose on one side, verse the other

—distance in between

The bridge has burnt, the Muse now two,

each seeing only green

The breaths that flow are then contained,

no synergy allowed

The chasm deep between their words

—whose river both endows

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

There I Made My Church

Flying above the torment and fray,

the blood drops from my wings

The scars I carry to then remind,

the true cost delivery brings

The clouds incumbent upon my soul,

their cover not to hide

But frame a backdrop of life ahead,

where on Angels wings I ride

My time below and my time above,

both present in me now

As the essence calls from which I’m made,

to return and shout aloud…

“I traveled the earth both far and wide,

its truth did I then search

But wisdom came to me instead

—and there I made my church”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

Black Diamond Embrace

Selecting the misery,

crown jewel of my pain

To wear like a necklace,

but serve as a chain

Its dark stone on fire,

all light one’s defaced

Reset in a solitaire

—black diamond embrace

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

The Deadest End

The finer you draw your measurements,

the further away you fall

Each number squared and time compared,

deafens out the call

Your techno-dialectic,

data piled upon itself

A trash heap at the deadest end

—where folly stacks unfelt

(Haverford Pennsylvania: July, 2019)

Words Endeared

Over the years,

and all the times I’ve cried

Through all the tears,

remembering the lies

One thing was clear,

as truth laid claim again

Whose words endeared

—remain my only friends

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)