Kurt Philip Behm Poems

Do I reach for understanding
or is knowing quite enough

Or deem then that important
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Nothing brings a conservative and liberal
together…
—like staring down the barrel of a gun
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A poem is never truly finished…
a song never finally sung

Words lay silent as yet unspoken
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Basking in the glow
of what already happened

I wait for the explosion
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I made myself a wastrel
an orphan of my choice

And severed all my family ties
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How much is enough
to have it all

How deep is the well
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In the search for Crazy Horse,
I found myself

He freed my voice,
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Contentment has set in
all restlessness gone

The hour growing short
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The older I get
the closer it seems

The past from the future
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