The past is a foreign homeland,

 familiar yet strange

 

Where memories limits walk the line,

and crossed—exceed our range

 

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

If love had just one window

that was open, never closed

 

My verse would fly like turtle doves

—into your heart bestowed

 

(Thoughts Of Kathryn: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

You’ll never find out who you are

among those things you lack

 

You’ll never find a greater mask

than a mirror looking back

 

You’ll never find the answer to,

as questions pass you by

 

You’ll never catch that rising star

—until you learn to fly

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

Living every word he wrote

—making all the difference

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

Given to wonder,

more perfect to know

 

Muse’s awaiting

—enlightenment flows

 

(The New Room: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

Writing in obscurity,

musings unrestrained

 

Words to live both free and clear

—nothing to repay

 

(The New Room: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

Living after love departs

—life after death

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

 

 

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

The issue…

only fate to know

—and only time to heal

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

The fuse was lit

on the ending of my trauma

 

Awaiting combustion

—joy in the wind

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

It’s the same form of difference,

each place that I go

 

Hotel chains and Walmart,

McDonalds that grow

 

The downtown’s breed stepfords,

banks, dollar stores throng

 

Identities corporate

—our history bygone

 

(The New Room: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm