Organizing each word unpenned, 

I gave myself to rhyme

 

And offered up my humble skills

in thankfulness sublime

 

Each one a treasure unto me,

with silence on the run

 

Verses promised and drifting near

—of memories to come

 

(The New Room: March, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

 

Truth can’t exist

in the absence of courage

 

Words of appeasement

—freedom denied

 

(The New Room: March, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

Buried in the shadows,

hiding at night

Valor pierced and left to bleed,  

hemorrhaging with fright

Fangs exposed and deadly,

searing from within

Readying to pounce and strike

—vengeance to begin

 

(The New Room: March, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

To understand the problem,

look from deep within

where logic and the sciences

are both cut wafer thin

 

Our thinking trapped and handcuffed,

when seen by reason bound

those answers we were given born

—unquestioned and profound

 

(The New Room: March, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

 

I grew up

having never become an adult,

the years to now betray

My body infirm,

my vision impaired,

my hair has turned to gray

 

I grew old

while living within myself,

false promises to none

Retuning to boyhood

each night in my dreams,

my age still zero-sum

 

(The New Room: March, 2021)

 

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

Did you make the moment,

did the moment make you

 

Did you give truth a name

—time forever renewed

 

(Dreamsleep: March 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

Transcending jazz,

 folk and rock,

 blues master’s stop and bow

 

Winwood standing

far above,

we ask not why—but how

 

(Watching The Master On AXS: March, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

To not appease the critics,

success within our grasp

The charlatans of written words,

venom of the asp

 

They bury deep inside their dens,

ordained iconoclasts

 Passing judgment, casting blame

—on what they fear might last

 

(To T.R.’s ‘Man In The Arena’ March, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

Don’t make things lighter

by clipping your wings

The jet stream is calling,

 truth in the wind

 

Drop the excuses,

there’re reasons to blame

You can’t kill the darkness

—banning the flame

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)

The closer we get to yesterday,

the farther away I feel

 

The longer you stay within my reach,

the more distant I become

 

Memory lane a withering dream

from a time the past has claimed

 

Trading those things I used to want

—for what tomorrow brings

 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: March, 2021)