First,
you need to have
something to say
Before,
figuring out
—how to say it
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
First,
you need to have
something to say
Before,
figuring out
—how to say it
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Evil can never sail in triumph,
nor can it be dismasted
Dark symbiotic mariner
—in natures perfect storm
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Some will find out who they are
then write of what they’ve found
And some will write to unmask
who they are as they expound
One spawns introspection
and a self-deliberate tone
The other births a magic ride
—whose terminus unknown
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
No one would claim their equal…
each the promised man
“Hunting what the others feared,
drumbeats called from far and near,
ghosts were dancing—vision clear”
The Northern Cheyenne
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Like the mist of an early morning rain
and the love of an older dog
Like the spontaneous hug from a passing child
and coffee from a mountain fire
Like a call from an old retired friend
and the memory of one who left
Like those boots now broken in at last
and a map whose roads have changed
Like the smell and taste of a memory lost
and not the mileage but the miles
Like a rainbow reaching out at dawn
and the distant whistle of a train
Like a promise made for its own sake
and a marriage not on loan
Like a burden once it’s lifted free
and the present not the past
Like a thing put off, put off again
and the reasoning unknown
Like an hour spent inside a dream
and a wish that’s more than hope
Like your name when called to stand your ground
and the courage that’s required
Like a song you’ve heard a thousand times
and whose words still feel the same
Like a river rushing toward the sea
and a boy who knows its mind
Like a favored son to share your name
and the bond to keep it so
Like a reason that you can’t disclose
and the one who never asks
Like that girl who keeps your faith alive
—and your heart forever free
(The New Room: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Sacred in its offering,
christening the past
Wellspring of indulgence
—running free at last
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
The weight of your words…
by the pound,
by the pain
The heaviest memories,
forever
—remain
(The New Room: April, 2021)
Kingdom of Devils…
majesty screams,
poisoning the darkness
—virulent dreams
(Watching ‘Hemingway’ #3: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Running toward my yesterdays,
the future in pursuit
The loosest ends when left undone
—the past my guilt recruits
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Where you go…
where you’ve been
One port of entry
leads within
Its grand canal
flows North and South
Meridian deep
—to anchor doubt
(The New Room: April, 2021)