Kurt Philip Behm Poems

Abandoned
on the road of distant sorrow
mile markers bloody from the vagrants
it has claimed
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Never about the mileage
but about the miles
Always about the moment lived
— escaping time
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Dead Calm

Without friction
there is no motion
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Drowning in my bitterness
and the smallness of reluctance
I refuse again to see
what life has gifted me unclaimed
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No need to be good
when chasing the great
The moral imperative
deludes and conflates
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America has lost control
of the Founders rule of law
The criminals are now in charge
as truth has been declawed
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If we stayed young
and didn't age
would marriage last
to turn the page
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Under the beat
between the notes
inside the groove
— FUNK
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Virtuoso
take me home
to a place
I've never been before
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Hidden from perdition
disguising me again
Final thorn of life's florescence
trapped within her pen
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