Kurt Philip Behm Poems

Good feelings or bad…
results the same
When a nerve is struck
to start the game
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My days prolonged,
my nights were short
—my history caught between
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Are those dimensional theories a trap
for what your mind will never understand

Does your spirit lay dormant and fallow
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Thinking more of your constituency
than they do of themselves…
—political suicide
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To die without rhythm
and bleed without rhyme

Each wish left unspoken
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We've had forever to get it right
this religion we hold dear

But why the murder and ‘holy wars'
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The older the day
the sweeter the memory

The sweeter the memory
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Each new Poem a gift
as yet unwrapped

Its secrets lay hidden,
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Love yourself first
before someone else will

Feelings vested, spirit rhymed
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Is there a difference between
judgment and observation

Is there a difference between
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