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An Anthology Of Perception

'Exposing The Illusionary Concept Of Time'

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-Behind The Mask-

Questions…

the measure of uncertainty

 

Answers

—divine masquerade

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2021)

Kurt Philip Behm Uncategorized Leave a comment June 17, 2021 1 Minute

Blinded By The Light

Love is incapable of honor,

desperation of all that’s unfair

 

Desire unleashed to roam and to prey

—tomorrow for others to bear

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2021)

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Whose Look Deceives…

Dogs obey,

Cats defer,

the difference something grand

 

Loyalty wags

its loving tail

—as purring hides the fangs

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2021)

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Holding On

Anger is the last thing to go

—as memory fades away

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2021)

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Post Mortem

-Only a Poet-

is envious of the dead

 

(Amtrak R5: June, 2021)

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Deedra

An image recaptured

in meadow and field

 

Her fragrance escaping

–to wander and yield

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2021)

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Blue Yonder

Where would we be without the matter

of emptiness

What space would we reside in,

all things by degree

Emptiness as real as the matter

it contains

Perhaps even more

—as it first came to be

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)

Kurt Philip Behm Uncategorized Leave a comment June 2, 2021 1 Minute

Last Straw

When the final act of courage

is gone

—all you have left is hope

 

(30th Street Station: May, 2021)

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Hurt So Good

She took her pain

and wrapped it around my heart,

tying us together in a misery

—from which we would never part

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)

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Polar Truth

The riff smiled first,

as the raff smiled back

 

Each knowing the other,

the white from the black

 

“They’ll never accept us,”

they both would exclaim

 

“The ‘grays’ have the mantle,

defiled and profane”

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)

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