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

Glass Houses

Stopping just short of judgment,

  his mind took a leap

 

Whose soul rose as substance

  now ready to speak

 

Words before never uttered

  or spoken in vain

 

This acknowledgement followed

  crying out in refrain…

 

“The joy in the brotherhood

   all torment by choice

 

 “To share in celebration,

   we alone can’t rejoice

 

 “The critic inside us

   the judger of sins

 

 “Is best left in silence

   till it targets within”

 

As time will remind us,

  and these words will recall

 

All biting reprisal

  —the coward’s downfall

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Memory Hacked

When you’re inside,

  you can always get out

 

But stuck outside,

  you must plead and then shout

 

“please let me

  please let me

  please let me in”

 

This darkness unending,

  my veneer wearing thin

 

“please let me

  please let me

  please let me back”

 

My key has been stolen

  —my memory hacked

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Lies To Withstand

Journalistic integrity…

  give me a break

 

Your lies are on fire

  there’s hell at the gate

 

Journalistic integrity

  the wages of sin

 

All truth has been twisted

  your speech has worn thin

 

Journalistic integrity

  oxymoron disclosed

 

Two words now in conflict

  their corruption exposed

 

Journalistic integrity

  death by your own hand

 

All blame you relinquish

  —your lies to withstand

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

New Voices

Nobody knew me,

 and that was my choice

 

The distance I kept

 protecting my voice

 

Though others had promised,

 their words fell in vain

 

My spirit untarnished

  whose breath I lay claim

 

My heart often suffered

 the pain I’d been caused

 

But a force pulled me inward,

 all hurt left on pause

 

This pathway my own,

 its direction so clear

 

Where alone I must travel

 —new voices to hear

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

A Welcoming Hymn

The deeper you care

   the more remote you become

 

What the present reveals

  no clock can outrun

 

The past and the future

 for others to know

 

This journey one-way

 where only you’ll go

 

Those voices who call

  pull you deeper within

 

Not lost but alone

 taking flight back to Him

 

As Jesus and Mohammed

 and Crazy Horse knew

 

The path to true knowledge

 doubt ridden and strewn

 

With the old voices silenced

 new voices begin

 

As your eyes slowly close

 —to their welcoming hymn

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)