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

As You Speak

Your audience may not be able to listen,

  in the fashion that you speak

 

Your readers may not be able to discern,

  those meanings that you preach

 

Your lovers may not be able to hold

  your feelings in their hands

 

Your future may not be able to serve

  —what the present can’t withstand

 

(James River Writers Conference: Richmond: October, 2016)

My Wait Begins Again

I turn my collar up against the wind,

 and place my eyes along the skyline

 

Hoping in the twilight for some sign of you

 —a colder truth I’ve never known

 

I pull my jacket tight across my chest

 and watch the waves crash upon your shadow

 

Knowing the tide is like your receding heart

 —washing my footsteps from the sand

 

The sun has now gone, the moon in flight,

 and my hopes rise o’er the waves

 

My collar frozen, my soul on fire

  —as my wait begins again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

By Others Felt

Am I at all responsible,

  for what occurs outside myself

 

Is it at all defensible,

  to ignore those feelings dealt

 

Is my world then co-dependent,

  on what happens somewhere else

 

Are the answers free to self-sustain,

  or conjoined—by others felt

 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

Illusions Foray

What side can you judge infinity from,

  the front or then the back

 

If it’s never over, or never ends,

  how then can you protract

 

Can infinity stop and start again,

  would it be different or the same

 

Can judgment ever qualify,

  what it can’t even name

 

If generalizations are generally true,

  what can we really know

 

With the distance between our hopes and dreams,

  beyond what time can show

 

One step forward and one step back,

  micromanaging the present away

 

The ideas you profess, whose laws you tout,

   tethering emptiness—to illusions foray

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)

The Pathway

Is there a direction to the universe,

  without the polar caps

 

The equator gone as space expands,

  looking forward—looking back

 

Does today become tomorrow,

  as tomorrow self destructs

 

Are the questions left by law unasked,

  when the answers run amuck

 

Can our thoughts be put in limbo,

  can our feelings lead the way

 

To what is known beyond the light,

  illusions cast away

 

And if just this moment matters,

  and the prophets all were right

 

The doorway back to who we are

   —in dreams we’ll dream tonight

 

(Haverford Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

Back To Thee

Let me take you on a journey,

  to a place inside yourself

 

Not the body mind connection,

  but true consciousness itself

 

Before you walk a darkened space,

  a light must first go on

 

Not tasked with anything other than,

  an awareness set upon

 

Your eyes look out, true vision in,

  the stuff of what you’re made

 

Before the questions were unleashed,

  one answer left unblamed

 

So close your eyes and close your mind,

   and set your spirit free

 

The path aglow from whence you came

   —that leads you back to thee

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)