Kurt Philip Behm Poems

I didn't know it at the time,
but my misspent youth was planned

The training ground for what I'd write,
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We've popularized everything,
from the classic to the crass

In doing so, we've lost ourselves,
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You strive for complexity,
missing the truth

Your thoughts trumping feeling
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I want to know you…
not about you

The devil in the details
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Stepping over the line,
in pursuit of a song

Could a melody so right
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In the darkness last night,
I heard Crazy Horse call

The wind through the willows,
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Did you do it,
Did you write about it
—or both
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Can you experience a lifetime,
inside of a minute

Can you say with one word,
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Were you at one with yourself
while writing it

Did the beginning
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Writing the words,
owning the words

Prisoners and Minstrels,
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