Kurt Philip Behm Poems

The light through
My Grandmother's
Bedroom window
Called out to me
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The past faded
as ideas came alive

Destroying with every thought
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Vindicta

The ends justify the means
—when the means entail revenge
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On a battlefield lined
with the blood of dead letters
I slay the monsters of uncertainty
—and their legacy of fear
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Dancing to the music
inside a mountain garage
—Laura became my partner
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The window open
weathered and worn

My soul releases
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Warrior Poet…
Son of the raging
Tiger
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If you never loved me,
would life be easier
would life be better
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A window framed with memory
lets in the brightest light

Its lock and hasp long since removed
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Living inside the moment,
Temporal things
Pass me by
On their march to permanence
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