Kurt Philip Behm Poems

My leaves fall distant from her tree
and flee along the ground

Stripping bare a summer tryst
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My mind often visits
those places you fear

My soul, my protectress,
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Beyond every question…
God is the answer
filling in the gaps of our imperfection
offering hope in the face of despair
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Turning words into feelings
all description must die

The music taking over
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Hunting the distant banks
Of one lost remembrance
A reckoning came upon me
Excuses left askance
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There's a higher level
of being

Than you've thought
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Should God destroy a mountain
because you're afraid of heights

Should the sun stay fixed forever
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We do no favors,
—in labeling genius

We do no favors,
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Where are the voices crying out
from the din

Where is the blood you spilled
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The only time we live the myth,
—is when swallowing the lie

The only time we live as equals,
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