Kurt Philip Behm Poems

Patches on the quilt of life,
letters sew not rend

Memory darning time to time,
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Until you really love someone,
you don't know what you'll do

The old rules self-abated,
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I dare you
not to read the words,
I double-dare you true
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Damned when we do, damned when we don't,
the end works out the same

As love demands its pound of flesh
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All passion enslaved to Aphrodite,
her chains beyond silver or gold

Where time will forever surrender,
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An empty voice with naught to say,
a barrel hollow born

To spout and spew, pontificate,
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Staying up for three days
inside of one night,
the walls come crashing in
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One brisk Saturday morn,
I left the house with glee

To find myself within the woods,
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Leaving behind excuses,
the reasons close at hand

No longer distracted by the ism's of truth,
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To doubt what you doubt,
but know what you know

The difference inherent,
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