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

The Doorway

Locked inside my indecision,

  death opened up the door

 

And let me look inside my fear,

  which I hated and abhorred

 

The view not half as frightening,

  as the deception and the lies

 

And its arms extended toward me,

  standing frozen—eyes on mine

 

My steps then hesitated,

  and its threshold wasn’t breached

 

As I watched the door shut slowly,

  todays outcome never reached

 

But a key was left before me,

  to unlock what’s yet to know

 

Of a still uncertain future

  —through the doorway I was shown

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

Now As Then

It’s all been different

It’s all been the same

It’s all been anonymous

It’s all had a name

 

It all had a beginning

It all has an end

Its truth lost in winning

Its game of pretend

 

And we search for the answer

And we question profane

And we blame it on providence

And we smother the flame

 

As we look toward the horizon

As we look past the shore

As the waves crash with meaning

  —now as then, and before

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

New Memories Converse

Deeply hidden within thoughts

  that linger

 

A centuries old message to know

  and then feel

 

Remembrance crying out from the

  darkness now passing

 

In a voice so familiar—our fortune

  to steal

 

It calls to us silent, as it waits

  for an answer

 

It calls to us closer, as all

  distance revokes

 

It calls from within us in a voice

  our breath fosters

 

It calls from beyond all past anguish

  and hope

 

The air now grows heavy with

  a mist that induces

 

Words mate in the fog as the

  letters reverse

 

The ending comes first, as the beginning

  still chases

 

All sleep taken hostage

 —as new memories converse

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)