Kurt Philip Behm Poems

How did he drive
those cars that fast

Far past the limits
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Retracing my steps …
picking up the pieces
of a misguided past
Cleaning up the memories
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(if it's)

Love me …
hate my writing
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Feigning reentry
from places I've wandered
Destiny challenged
the status-quo damns
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Ideas
or wordcraft
There's times
you must choose
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When everything around us
is dead and gone

All we have left
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Returning
as a man
woken from the sleep
of lost memory
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Requesting
forgiveness
from the dead
My will
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If consciousness dies
is that all there is
or does some higher state
reimagine what was
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In deepest memory
my mind escapes
to places yet journeyed
undreamed they await
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