Kurt Philip Behm Poems

"Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, "
he screamed to the crowd

"On stage as a vagabond
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High caliber verse
the cartridge hand loaded

A new target centered
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Sleeping with Laura
and not making love

Lost in her aura
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Out of great struggle
comes even greater opportunity

Each threat being glue
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Watching myself
Wanting you
Standing alone
—the end in view
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It takes from your body,
as it steals from your spirit

Hope its main victim
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At what point…
does the fiction you've created become true

At what point…
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Never giving it all
Never losing it all
False wisdom
From the voices of drought
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A fair wind blows
into my soul
—its breath to steal my heart
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If music is a celebration
the Blues its hidden nest

As voices rise in jubilation
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