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

Venturing Beyond

My life’s been a mess,

  but more than anything

  —I wanted to die well

 

To make up for those times

 I struggled and failed

  —and shorted the line

 

The people who knew me

 were driven away

   —in vain their love fell

 

Making love to my mistakes

 my hours were sentenced

   —through heartache defined

 

My life at an end

 more than anything else

   —I hope to die well

 

Undeserving of this honor

 I know that my chances

  —are slim, mostly gone

 

I still have to try

 to take any meaning

 —from this place where I dwell

 

A final reminder

 of all I am not

  —as I venture beyond

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)

To Shibumi ‘Rest In Peace’

“I drive people away,

  that’s what I do

To stay away

  myself renewed”

 

My life was meant

To be lived alone

In spite of what

You think you know

Inside myself

My only home

Whose armor never

Chinks when stoned

 

My life bereft

I know to you

Seems lonely  

Often misconstrued

But joy from heaven

Self-contained

Unto myself

Lives unrestrained

 

“If I drove you away, please take heart,

  my back was turned to all

To die alone, my most fervent wish

   —with no one left to call”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2014)

 

Last Grain

The older I get

 the less people to call

 is it by choice

 my spirit’s downfall?

 

The older I get

 the less then to care

 a life once so pointed

 now little to share

 

The older I get

 to never defend

 the ones that stood by me

 the ones I called friends

 

The older I get

 meat gone from the stew

 the faces just names

 of those I once knew

 

The older I get

 doors lock from within

 a constant reminder

 that blaming can sting

 

The older I get

 the less people to call

 no sand in the hourglass

   —last grain set to fall

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2014)

Wednesday Musings 10/24/2018

Night Guardian

 

A steward of memory

  —the caretaker of dreams

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

 

 

The Eagle Cries

 

A new American profile

   —the look of fear

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

 

 

 Its Treasure Calls

 

Nostrils fill with wood smoke

   a mountain spewing lies

 

Fifty miles up the trail,

  its legend waves goodbye

 

Lost Dutchman in my memory,

  the map no longer clear

 

While buried deep inside the truth

  —its treasure calling dear

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

 

  In Print

 

Truth outlasts memory

  —on the printed page

 

(Train to New Hampshire: March, 2014)