Kurt Philip Behm

Redemption Profaned (+5)

Bubbling up through the surface,

 one truth leaches out

 

Like a word long forbidden,

 oft whispered—it shouts

 

Rising up to the heavens,

 its message proclaims

 

“The eruption has started,

  redemption profaned”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

 

The Moment Hostage

 

The past cried out a dire warning

 unlocking you from the moment

 

“History rules, the die is cast

  —the future of your discontent”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

 

 

 

Hidden Nightmare 

 

Mountains are never as grave as the Sea,

  great heights with all dangers exposed

 

But depths that lay sullen, undiscovered, and dark

 —hide a nightmare to sailors like me

 

(Airplane-Las Vegas To Philadelphia: January, 2016)

 

 

Is Anyone

 

Is anyone ever a total fraud

  or totally sincere?

 

Is anyone committed beyond mere space

  to a notion fond and dear?

 

Is anyone ever one hundred percent

  with subtraction the rule of the day?

 

Is anyone better than what they believe

  or worse than a mother can pray?

 

Is anyone ever truly in charge

  of that moment that slips through the hand?

 

Is anyone willing to dance beyond hope

  to a melody lost by the band?

 

Is anyone chosen from those who are not

  or entitled to what can’t be earned?

 

Is anyone welcomed straight into the light

 —on a path where all others have turned?

 

(Airplane-Las Vegas To Philadelphia: January, 2016)

 

 

Balance Be Damned

 

Eat the dessert first,

  balance be damned

 

The icing to start

 —your cake to withstand

 

(Las Vegas-Cheesecake Factory: January, 2016)

 

The Talisman

 

Persuader inside me

  dark sweetness cajoling

 

A talisman dangles

 —the present foretold

 

(Las Vegas: January, 2016)