Kurt Philip Behm Poems

That unshared secret…
a crawlspace of denial
where shadows keep your heart at bay,
lonely all the while
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I'm back from war without my soul,
having pawned it on the field
Among the dead and buried dreams,
whose futile prayers concealed
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Short in stature,
long in fight,
the zealot stood his ground
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My last attempt
to circle the square
anger takes the throne
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Welcome loneliness my old friend,
to mark the hours emptiness sends

In the middle of the cold and dark,
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Manipulating reality,
the moment concealed

Manipulating reality,
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Thank you for the confusion Lord,
thank you for the doubt

Thank you for those unsure moments
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I lie down in the shadows
where no one can reach me

My seventh and last
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The commonest denominator,
stepping toward the throne

His minions with their blindfolds on,
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Those at my behest…
know that limits persuade
and words orphaned alone
into emptiness hide
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