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

Trailing Behind

Those footsteps ahead

 are now footsteps behind

 

The past but a memory

 the future declines

 

My cadence is slowing

 my direction unclear

 

When frozen in place

 on the wind I can hear

 

Quiet footsteps ahead

 louder footsteps behind

 

Their sound fast approaching

 to reclaim and remind

 

The years stay unpromised

 except for the end

 

Each step left unwalked

 trailing closer—portends

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)

 

That Voice Inside

I once tried crossing over

 a bridge that silence built

 

And for mile after mile

 the quiet maimed and killed

 

My speech was dumb and dormant

 as I bided all my time

 

In hope of passing through the cracks

   the exit doors unrhymed

 

My life dead on arrival

 till a voice inside decreed

 

To build a frame beneath that bridge

  —and set my meaning free

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)

Feeling Beyond

Can your humanity

 transcend your intellect?

 

Can your love

 outlive your mind?

 

Can your reasons

 put your excuses to rest?

 

Can your vision

 survive being blind?

 

Can you rise above

 the factual?

 

Can you see

 beyond what’s plain?

 

Can you journey inside

 to find yourself?

 

Can you feel

  —beyond pleasure or pain?

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)

 

 

Ancient Voices

All bareness forgiven

  the razors gone dry

 

The excuses all shaven

  no more asking why

 

A soul once abundant

  my face starts to fill

 

No sentence redundant

  no lines to go shrill

 

New destiny chosen

  man’s burden unsung

 

The look becomes learned

  masculinity sum

 

All chains have unshackled

  a face that goes deep

 

A beard now awakens

  —ancient voices that sleep

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

The Dark Truth

Academia blocks real knowledge,

  Native Peoples will attest

 

So many wrappings covering their lies,

 each field does then arrest

 

With logic and ethics pointing the way,

 their path leads further down

 

Young minds abandoned, thoughts astray,

 pontificates espouse

 

Academia buries the truth

 then wears it like a crown

 

Claiming it only for itself,

 its charlatans abound

 

Attacking all others points of view

 with ink to cut and maim

 

Touting themselves, they flounder and drift

   —a victim of their game

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)

 

Love’s Delight

The pen became my instrument

 the words became my notes

 

The stanzas burn like songs on fire

 new voices scream with hope

 

The ink runs free and heavy

 the score in black and white

 

The music coursing through my soul

 —to christen love’s delight

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)