Kurt Philip Behm Poems

Never let intelligence
Get in the way of good judgment
Never let excuses
Inside your dreams
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There are types of young love
that must be broken apart

For either or both lovers
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Like wine in storage,
The cellar of my perception ages
Buried deep in its recesses
The past and future abandoned
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Speaking with one voice
the silence unsettled
As the many inside me
cry out to be heard
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Ending In Regret

Most of us wait
for what few of us get
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Buying into eternity
one Poem at a time

My dreams are my currency
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Escaping myself,
I ran into the wilderness

Escaping myself,
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Vision is to
Art

As grace is to
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The channel seemed open,
but the tuner was stuck

Its dial had frozen
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