Kurt Philip Behm Poems

Writing in a vacuum,
the magic seals tight

Writing in a vacuum,
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A four year medallion
A lifetime of pain
The hours put in
Always fighting the strain
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Our memory—the enemy
Remembering back
To when we were stronger
To when we attacked
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Poetic transfusion,
prose bleeding through

Words but a suture
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Crossing all borders,
its fever befalls

Power infectious
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With age in my body,
but youth on the page

A sword old and rusted,
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Symptomatic folly,
the tail now wags the dog

Whose bark, it whimper's drolly,
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I'll create my own reality,
in spite of what you say

A distant voice you fear the most,
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Drifting off untethered,
I was caught by my soul

Redirected into providence,
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A song yet unsung,
my prayer in the wind

Its blessing assured
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