Kurt Philip Behm

\'GOODBYE\' (+2)

I said no to the man,

and made my own bed

 

I cut my own trail,

with eyes straight ahead

 

In debt to myself,

but thankful to all

 

My words freely spoken,

their verdict my call

 

I beat my own rhythm,

on multiple drums

 

I structured the lyrics,

to sing and to hum

 

The nighttime began,

what the mornings forgave

 

A living refusal,

my back to the grave

 

The years have renewed,

all memories collide

 

What was old, what was young,

the truth and the lies

 

A comet yet burning,

new verse in the sky

 

One word still an orphan,

and homeless,

—‘GOODBYE’

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

 

 

 

Damned Human Race

 

You may not like it,

you may not agree

 

But religions’ the problem,

the real enemy

 

A blind ideology,

that kills to maintain

 

A false image of God,

to blaspheme and profane

 

The Koran—the Crusades,

the excuses—the lies

 

Fanatical visions,

the death they imply

 

The future will judge,

what the present impales

 

The shame and the heartbreak,

humanity failed

 

As ISIS and Hamas

kill the innocent child

 

The real God enrages,

his judgment on file

 

So spew out your dogma,

and dig in your heels

 

As millions will die,

for what you think you feel

 

The universe watches,

eternity waits

 

For this plague to be over,

—this damned human race

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

 

 

New Beginning

 

Where bullets and bombs end,

—the Poet begins

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)