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

Worst Of All

You can’t

Or you won’t…

The result is the same

 

The difference

Decision,

And it’s yours once again

 

You can’t

Or you won’t…

Chief excuse of the small

 

When you won’t

Then you can’t

  —and the won’t worst of all

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015

No One, And Nothing

No one is going to grant you salvation

  until you try and save yourself

 

Nothing is going to award you redemption

  with cards from others dealt

 

No one is going to save your soul

  until you set your past on fire

 

And nothing is going to make you whole

   —until you proclaim the myth a liar

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

Turning Black

To write poetry on the battlefield…

  intrepid from the heart

 

Its words to cover scars and wounds

  grief peeling back like bark

 

Each verse fired like a rifle shot

  with bayonet attached

 

All volleys sharp and to the point

   the blood spilled—turning black

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

An Orphan’s Silence

I hide in the shadow

  of another’s fear

  so the voice may go away

 

And then left

  inside an orphan’s silence

  to recount every wordless day

 

To walk a path

  that another breaks

  under a dark forbidden sky

 

Crying those tears

  by another made

    —my pen bereft and dry

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

Mine To Know

I want to play not manage,

  write not teach

 

I want to drive—all controls in hand

 

I want to be like the rain across

  the mountains

 

Not the river that may turn to sand

 

I want to be that sniper

  with a single bullet

 

And not part of the infantry’s trek

 

I want to be the first

  to cross the tundra

 

Without needing a map to check

 

I want the bugle to blow

  from my own lips

 

So others may advance and attack

 

I want roses free, to line

  my front walk

 

Replanted from the garden out back

 

I want feet that will always

  climb above

 

The timid and reluctant below

 

I want memories to follow me

  out of this world

 

To a place that is just mine to know

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

Deep Inside

There’s a higher level

  of being

 

Than you’ve thought

  or felt before

 

There’s a greater

  state of consciousness

 

Once you learn then

  to ignore…

 

All those things that can

  distract you

 

Those that keep you on

  the shelf

 

As the heavens play a

  forgotten song

 

Sung deep inside

  —yourself

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

A Doorless Mystery

Hitchhiking through the wormhole,

  all time was left behind

 

Distance collapsing upon itself

  reflections other side

 

Waste material of a life unspent

  flowing back in a parted stream

 

Entry to a doorless mystery

  —from a lost forgotten dream

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)