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

No Ink From Within

You tell me…

 “the structure gives strength to my writing”

 

I tell you…

“it’s nothing but crutches in waiting”

 

You tell me…

  “the order brings a beginning and end”

 

I tell you…

  “the sequence does feign and pretend”

 

You tell me…

  “the form—the most important of things”

 

I tell you…

  “the truth rides on Seraphim’s wings”

 

You show me…

  the prison you’ve build with your pen

 

I show you…

  a cartridge empty—no ink from within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

 

 

Last Choice

You can listen with hope,

  or listen in pain

 

But listen you shall,

  as my words will explain…

 

“You were left in the shadows,

  neither empty nor full

 

“With a decision impending,

  a test of your will

 

“Your choice will define,

  what you praise or deny

 

“Will you now come together,

  in the truth or a lie

 

“Do you carry on blindly,

  or reach for beyond

 

“What your comfort will dictate,

  as your courage responds

 

“One path ends in darkness,

  one reaches for light

 

“Your tracks through the umbra,

   that fear leaves in blight

 

“It’s down to that moment,

  last chance to define

 

“Will your search end enlightened

   —or in twilight behind”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

 

 

It’s Harder

It’s harder to lie in verse or a poem,

  than it is with dialog or prose

 

It’s harder to bend the truth over a feeling,

 than around what you or someone else knows

 

It’s harder to feign an eruption of light,

  or the isolation of being alone in the dark

 

It’s harder to mislead with words formed in your soul,

  than with tomes that were written to outsmart

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

Channeling A Melody

As the music inflates,

  like a David Bowie video

 

My voice is set free

  for the words to diffuse

 

Floating above the unwritten verse

   like steam escaping

 

And drifting free as the

  pressure expands

 

It cries out the release of a

  lyric unsung

 

Channeling a melody

  —neither future nor past

 

  (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

 

Darkness All I See

What’s left of my remembrance,

  now all that stokes the fire

 

What embered in the springtime,

  the winter does expire

 

To douse not once but then again,

  that spark which set me free

 

My wood left burnt with forest bare

  —and darkness all I see

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)