Kurt Philip Behm Poems

He found what he was looking for,
his shadow turned inside out

He moved beyond prescriptive cure,
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The music's the same,
as a different bell rings

The feelings in tune,
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Through the good times and bad,
I held onto my anger

Either happy or sad,
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You speak to my spirit with logic,
I answer your mind from my soul

With words in two disparate languages,
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With ten more miles of wire
my horse wants to turn back

There's dark clouds over the mountain
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It's two hours before dawn,
and I've slept through the night

The rarest occurrence,
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Laid solid with words
the writers stone
A fortress was columned
my only real home
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Stop trying to be clever,
and try to be smart

The coyote said
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Old men making deals
the young taking bullets

Politicians to steal
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Sometimes the words mean what they say,
and sometimes they don't

Sometimes the feelings rot and decay,
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