Kurt Philip Behm Poems

The tragedy of us
is that we couldn't overcome
ourselves
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I imagined myself rich,
I saw myself poor

From the suite to the stable,
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By facing death,
we embrace life more

We see the limits,
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What is this one life really worth,
the price of many sins

What is that one last question asked
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What know ye of the truth,
that final window left to close

Who calls thee to its breast,
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Is there disappointment in arrival…
anticipation the crown jewel

Are the accolades left hollow,
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I didn't know it at the time,
but my misspent youth was planned

The training ground for what I'd write,
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We've popularized everything,
from the classic to the crass

In doing so, we've lost ourselves,
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You strive for complexity,
missing the truth

Your thoughts trumping feeling
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I want to know you…
not about you

The devil in the details
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