Kurt Philip Behm Poems

Woefully, the footlights dim,
the magic fades—the chorus grim

A curtain falls as memory fades,
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Do you justify your own beliefs,
to force upon your will

Or skip instead the whole charade,
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Can knowledge surpass
a belief you hold true

Diametrically prescient
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The heartache gone,
but still remembered

Its pain
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Is your greatness unendorsed
by godly symbols old and new

Is your strength contained and held within,
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Answering with phrases loaned…
a paradox recalled

The choices, nouns and pronouns,
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A gentle fawn weeps
where God has taken a step

The forest his cathedral
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Virtue when expressive,
deafens bad intention

Its voice to live beyond,
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My eyes unleash upon the world before me,
where Heaven wrests all darkness from its reign

These sights my fortune gladly spent on freedom,
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Be in awe of yourself,
ever struck with delight

Gift wrapping your thoughts,
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