Kurt Philip Behm

The Jilted Muse (+3)

A better critic

than writer…


Your tongue sharpens,

as your pen hacks

 

Bastardized on the altar

of cold description

 

Disavowed by the jilted Muse,

—ink bleeding red

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

 

No Longer Love Denied

 

Lusting after a song unsung,

I hunted through your fear

 

And trapped the demon that kept you mute,

—whose blood drips from my spear

 

Desirous of your captive voice,

I hung its head up high

 

And waited for you to sing just once,

—no longer love denied

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

 

 

 

Rising Again

 

Always the thunder,

never the rain

 

Deafening bluster,

masking the plain

 

Never the thunder,

always the rain

 

Truth buried under,

—rising again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

 

Oh

 

Oh, to draft just one

Oh, to say the words

Oh, to remake time

Oh, to once be heard

Oh, to write for you

Oh, to joyous be

Oh, to sing the meaning

Oh, to be set free

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)