Kurt Philip Behm Poems

I don't write for you,
I write for me

To dream each dream,
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No matter what you say
No matter what you do
It only matters that you care
And one plus one leaves two
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Arguing with the Muse,
spirit abused

Arguing with the Muse,
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Thy self a grand impostor,
what other people see

A bark that hides what fate ingrains,
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Terminal poetry…
death by the word

Selling a heartbeat
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Charging to the front,
my words stay behind,
an anchor in the drifting sand
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Waiting for time to catch its breath,
I wrote the words unheard

My verses most unwelcome
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On a silver platter
of broken dreams

Your nature changes,
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Wishes from the mountaintop,
dreamers from beyond

Shadows in the wind
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North Jersey woman,
South Jersey heat

Your past in abeyance
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