Kurt Philip Behm Poems

The sins of religion,
religion of sin
holding God hostage,
a prisoner within
...

Everybody's bad day…
a badge without a star
the one who stood when others fled,
each day to raise the bar
...

To be a true champion
—conquer yourself

(Dreamsleep: April,2022)
...

With no respect for time,
words revisit
Invading my consciousness,
attacking my fear
...

You can go anywhere as someone else,
the masks and jesters play
invisible to sound and touch
the Lords and Creatures pray
...

I put a saddle on the wind
and rode it through the storm

The bridle placed, the buckle cinched,
...

Lusting after everything,
my words in search of what that brings
I ride through time upon the wind
—to chase the virgin queen
...

Far from where I'm supposed to be,
destined here to roam
Lost in waters still unmarked,
drifting and alone
...

Torn from the moment,
each page sorely ragged
whose ink has long faded
but memory bound
...

The politics of religion,
its statues on fire
All martyred saints burning
in canonized pyre
...