Kurt Philip Behm Poems

Where you go…
where you've been
One port of entry
leads within
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Running toward my yesterdays,
the future in pursuit

The loosest ends when left undone
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Kingdom of Devils…
majesty screams,
poisoning the darkness
—virulent dreams
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The weight of your words…
by the pound,
by the pain
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Sacred in its offering,
christening the past

Wellspring of indulgence
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Like the mist of an early morning rain
and the love of an older dog
Like the spontaneous hug from a passing child
and coffee from a mountain fire
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No one would claim their equal…
each the promised man

"Hunting what the others feared,
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Some will find out who they are
then write of what they've found

And some will write to unmask
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Evil can never sail in triumph,
nor can it be dismasted

Dark symbiotic mariner
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First,
you need to have
something to say
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