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

Humbly I Pray

Tonight through the darkness,

  I wander and crawl

 

The faces all ghoulish,

  my past to recall

 

Unsure of direction,

  I listen for sounds

 

To possibly guide me,

  as fire abounds

 

I look to my left,

  as hooves thunder past

 

I look to my right,

  and Beelzebub laughs

 

All color has gone,

  just the fieriest red

 

I live out my fear,

  I live out my dread

 

One hope then to muster,

  that faith remains true

 

And guides me inclement,

  past demons anew

 

My despair almost total,

  my regret full in charge

 

I squint through the smoke,

  “there’s new light from afar”  

 

I plod on my knees,

  as it grows bigger still

 

And the temperature drops,

  and the moment refills

 

Now free of damnation,

  my life starts again

 

With sacred commitment,

  forgiven of sin

 

My tomorrows all cherished,

  I live for today

 

Belief my true savior

  —as humbly I pray

 

(West Philadelphia: May, 2019)

A Reckoning

In all things

  there is a bitterness,

  that time tries to hide

 

In all things

  there is a loneliness,

  coming from inside

 

In all things

  there is a telling,

  where tomorrow may be shown

 

In all things

  there is a reckoning

   —where truth and lies atone

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2019)

 

His Voice To Call

The Crucifixion self-endowed,

 the greatest of all men

 

His death then chosen, not denied,

  message not forsaken

 

His torment was a sacrifice,

 an offering to all

 

Our souls to rise through bread and wine

   —his voice again to call

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

         From ‘The Book Of Prayers’