Kurt Philip Behm Poems

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

Sometimes the feelings rot and decay,
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Escaping into tomorrow,
while running from today

The wolf gives chase, my memories flee
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From silver to gold,
the years marched along

As language emboldened
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Did you find the exact life you wished for,
do you have the money you craved

Did you find they were not the same at all
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I had to push myself away
To get close enough to touch
Embracing the distance as my friend
So the truth could finally breathe
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Poor in stock but rich in spirit,
my clock does bow and sway

In rags and tatters all unstitched,
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Like the hub of a wheel
reality turns

Each spoke a religion
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Learning how to become yourself
the past and future grieve

Learning where the when begins
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Man's inhumanity to man,
knows no country, religion, or race

Man's inhumanity to man,
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You have to cross the perimeter,
for your border to expand

Stepping over the line,
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