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

Remembering Fyodor

“If you spend half your time

trying to change human nature

You’ll spend the other half

 being disappointed”

 

If you spend half your time

waiting for someone to love

You’ll spend the other half

waiting to die

 

If you spend half your time

questioning the truth in the answers

You’ll spend the other half

missing the point

 

If you spend half your time

following the tracks of another

You’ll spend the other half

— wondering why

 

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)

The Indian Sign

Modernity

damns judgment

its prophets

seen as hostile

 

As the soulless

watch and covet

like a eunuch

envies man

 

What’s needed

is more judgment

and critique

to moral order

 

The essence

of humanity

 what the soulless

try to ban

 

Irrational impulses

driving them

to lives of

dark infliction

 

Forcing them

to claim the world

in ‘natures’

— evil plan

 

(Reading C.S. Lewis: October, 2024)

 

To Franz …

Someone

 lost in a meandering season

 

Somebody

crying for all the wrong reasons

 

Somehow

married to a new in between

 

Someway

missing what others have seen

 

Someplace

the meaning stays hidden and waits

 

Sometimes

my wishes both early and late

 

Something

infused in the moments I’ve lost

 

Somewhere

abandoned — the ultimate cost

 

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)