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

Its Unrest

Can you ever prove a negative,

  have you ever really tried

 

To show that God does not exist,

or love not verified

 

‘To Be Or Not To Be’

is then a half-truth at the best

 

Belief a claim you can’t defame

  —with logic its unrest

 

(St Davids Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

 

A Different Whole

“We live between

the beasts and the Angels”

 

 On this topic

Augustine was right

 

Our intellects bear

what our impulses share

 

Separating the wrong

from the right

 

We live between

the Lord and the devil

 

Each claiming a stake

in our souls

 

As primates absolved

into humans evolved

 

Two halves

—of a now different whole

 

(St Davids Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Threatening Kobolds

Escaping the prose…

I hid in the verse

 

My mind to compose,

instead of converse

 

Defying description,

I sang through the notes

 

And placed my inscriptions

in lyrical rote

 

I chose to hear music

over reasons again

 

To dine with the mystics,

where forever begins

 

And when forcing my pen

back to stories untold

 

The Muse starts to darken

—threatening Kobolds

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Last Orphan

Immersed in dark matter,

it fights not to hide

 

A target blood red,

and covered in lies

 

It cries out for justice,

it cries out in pain

 

Until an arrow strikes deeply,

truth firmly ingrained

 

Its point bringing light,

its shaft driving home

 

A message of hope,

into falsehood atoned

 

And deep in your memory,

a last orphan screams

 

Renamed in the vengeance

 —rebirthed in this dream

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Not Dispelled

If God and Heaven don’t exist,

  their facade is fine with me

 

The simulation of a thought so pure,

will satisfy my needs

 

So take your theories and quantum math

painted corners left to dwell

 

I choose the beauty of a life divine

disproven—not dispelled

 

(St. Thomas of Villanova Chapel: June, 2019)

 

The Jester

A Prince of Life,

A Prince of Death,

two courts for him to flee

 

One horse disappears under a

ransomed moon,

a drawbridge now unseen

 

Eyes close tight

and turn within,

all royalty disowned

 

As the King calls once

and the Queen calls twice

—the Jester on the throne

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Trapped In Entropy

Going from the past to the future

Is a theoretical abstract

There’s no timeless reason we can’t go

From the future to the past

Our perception trapped in entropy

Keeps the order one direction

Our search for meaning stacked upon

—a theory not to last

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)