Kurt Philip Behm

It\'s You (+6)

It’s you I like…

Not your lifestyle

Not your sexual preference

Not your political persuasion

Not your skin color

Not your nationality

Not your choice of religion

Not your lineage

Not your wealth or poverty

   —it’s you I like

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

 

 

Inspire Or Explain

 

An apostle of verse,

  a peasant of prose

 

To inspire divine,

  to explain—Heaven knows

 

(Wayne Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

 

 

Turning Me Back

 

My pen would be dry if the world

  were the only cry for more

 

But Laura’s voice from within,

  asserts with solemn command

 

Kindling my eternal fire—stoking the

  questioning cord

 

Burning away the doubt

  —turning me back around

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

 

 

 

 

Kindled Lies

 

Is the artist in me a liar,

  or the one who walks outside

 

Are my words and deeds in conflict,

  which to breathe and which to hide

 

Would King Solomon have an answer,

  to this split I often feel

 

Would salvation hold my name in check,

   as today my soul to deal

 

Do excuses, like good intentions,

  pave the way, perdition shown

 

Do the reasons then abandon,

  idle hope when left alone

 

Can the spirit claim what time has lost,

  in it’s quest to stay inspired

 

Can the truth once lit inside my heart

  —set all kindled lies afire

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016) 

 

 

Don\'t Look Back

 

“When staring death in the face…

   never look back over your shoulder”

 

(From My Novel: ‘Death From The Sky’)

 

 

The Thing That Lasts

 

Can your intelligence

   wound your spirit

 

Can your mind

  entrap your soul

 

Can your hopes and wishes,

  logic kill

 

Can damnation

  be the toll

 

Or

 

Can a promise

  wed tomorrow

 

Can the future

  slay the past

 

A lifetime spent,

  a moment earned

 

With love

  —the thing that lasts

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

 

 

One More Tomorrow

 

You bought one more tomorrow,

   from my borrowed yesterdays

 

My voice to sing with Angels,

   your love the music plays

 

You bought one more tomorrow,

   as you cast the dark astray

 

Replacing grief and sorrow

   —with a torch that lights my way

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

 From My ‘Book Of Prayers’