Kurt Philip Behm Poems

Live hard,
write easy

Footsteps vanishing
...

I never chose to live among you,
and choose to die alone

My thoughts in writing here beside me,
...

To steal injustice,
from the eyes of a child

And place it beyond their sight
...

In the end...
the only thing left
—is what gets remembered
...

Yes, I'm a Poet,
but I refuse to be tormented

I refuse to be a victim,
...

A prisoner of my poetry,
a captive of this chair

The air I breathe connects me fast,
...

A Prince of Life—A Prince of Death,
two courts for him to flee

One horse disappears under a ransomed
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Translation,
the executioner of emotion,
—and rustler of graves
...

The shortest road
to emotion,
—is tears
...

Raw and uncut, the Poet
sharpened his edge

The entry wound targeted,
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