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

Calling Us Inward

The logic of life…

  illogically pure

 

In search of itself,

  last problem to cure

 

Synapses relapse,

  science reclaims

 

The form with the formula,

  washed down the drain

 

Structural weakness,

  obsolescence defined

 

The clocks after midnight,

  forever to chime

 

With finality’s ink,

  used falsely to stamp

 

The rug underneath us,

  pulled out in a rant

 

Our nature found larcenous,

  truth we must steal

 

To claim for ourselves,

  what our lies deem as real

 

While eternity listens

  to this comedy play out

 

The light calling us inward

  —past reason and doubt

 

(Strafford Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

Dissolution

Money, divorced from fame

Divorced from talent

Divorced from blame

 

Feelings, divorced from logic

Divorced from judgment

Divorced from pain

 

Words, divorced from reasons

Divorced from praise

Divorced from gain

 

Divorced from the moment

Divorced from the instant

Time—divorced again

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)  

 

 

 

 

All Roads End

Laboring in obscurity…

  my pen a vagabond

 

Hitchhiking through my consciousness,

  my thumbprint worn and gone

 

Wishing past the hoping,

  spitting into the wind

 

All roads end in the desert

  —darkness my best friend

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)

Self-Implosion

Until you escape your own cognition,
you’re a prisoner of your mind

Your spirit waiting to lift you free,
dialectic far behind

Until you can leave all reasoning trapped,
and let your thoughts go free

You’ll never be able to self implode
—as you were meant to be

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)