Kurt Philip Behm Poems

Losing the election
for doing what's right

Losing the election
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Time waxes poetic
on a distant battlefield

The warrior a sage
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Without time
wonder stops
Questions flounder
barren crops
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America's decline…
war chanted whines
A nation in half
quicksand in our path
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Not alive enough to die…
lost between a heartbeat
and the bitter end
His spirit wept for
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Easier to run the risk of death
than ridicule damned

Easier to face an army of men
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A city without streets…
a pain in the memory
Like an amputated limb
still aching at night
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When what in essence changes
the ground beneath you shakes
No longer can you take for granted
four plus four is eight
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The frontier of violence
strange land of our making
Wilderness of bones and blood
—buried in our fear
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A Romantic is always afraid deep inside
expectations will never come true

Chasing a mirage that stays beyond reach
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