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

My Faith In Season

I don’t need flowers
to have a garden

I just need seeds
where promise blossoms

I don’t need pieces
to solve a puzzle

I just need words
their teeth unmuzzled

I don’t need time
its grand illusion

I just need space
re-entry’s fusion

I don’t need liars
defying reason

I just need truth
—my faith in season

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

The Future Ablaze

The older I get…

the more exclusive I become

with distant mountains to climb

The older I get…

the shorter the moods swing

and the longer I can laugh out loud

The older I get…

the more vivid the memory

of what we almost became

The older I get…

with feelings that burn, the future ablaze

—the older I get

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

LaLa Land

Disappear into your smart phone

the world outside is doomed

Your few remaining human traits

have long since left the room

Disappear into your smart phone

all life beyond is lost

Your feelings truly virtual

you’ve paid a mighty cost

Disappear into your smart phone

while others stand beside

And just like you they tap their screens

faint proof that they’re alive

Disappear into your smart phone

as time is winding down

All spirit tapped, emotion strapped

your history lost, unfound

Disappear into your smart phone

that bed you’ve left unmade

Your spirit cries as memory dies

whose LaLa land you crave

Disappear into your smart phone

its power now supreme

Your knowledge mapped and future trapped

—your destiny undreamed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

Your Original Sin

What’s that you’ve settled for?

What’s that you say?

From the library of excuses

You reason away

It seems almost this

But never quite that

As the present escapes

And you look further back

No comfort to take

In that notch on your gun

As you fire in vain

And continue to run

But you say it’s enough

It will then have to do

You repeat what’s been spoken

Never anything new

And you look for a club

Others thinking the same

To plead their excuses

Blaspheme and profane

But alone in the vestibule

A soul fires away

And speaks about life

And its maxims today

His message reoffered

But again you look back

The last sinners you follow

Leaving motherless tracks

Your death now committed

To the lies that you’ve told

And your headstone engraved

With letters that scold

Once eternity beckoned

With your eyes looking up

And drawing strength from it

You drank from its cup

But that story’s been told

You’re alone in the ground

Scant little reminder

You were ever around

As your bones become dust

To be reclaimed by the wind

Those excuses you trusted

—your original sin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

The Mark Of Cain

We are often the

most critical

Of what we are the

most guilty of

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)

Tears And Missteps

My words the result

of the times I’ve lived

not a classroom exercise

My feelings all paid

with the blood of my fears

not a rambling diatribe

My trail has been lined

with each tear and misstep

to mark the way ahead

My life a memory

telling a tale

—whose direction my soul has led

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)

My Spirit Enthroned

Surrendering very little back to life,

the time became solely my own

Which I spent on myself and the ones I loved,

protecting what inside was my home

The years raced along with my memory endowed,

regrets being seldom and few

Each choice that I made—every promise I kept,

my spirit enthroned sovereign and new

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)

The Promise

I discovered this morning

after all these years,

that everyone is really different

from me

Whether rich or poor

black or then white,

it goes far beneath the surface

to see

When I look in their eyes

only questions stare back,

as I try to keep my thoughts

to myself

But along with those thoughts

comes the promise I bear,

and its hard to stay up

on the shelf

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

His Ears To Find

Never writing for the unholy dollar,

but that kid in a hundred years

When the world has irrevocably changed,

and lies are all one hears

If he could happen to chance upon my words,

just once while searching blind

Then my humble verse would come to life

—within his ears to find

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Would I Trade The Words