The enemy of my enemy…
often masquerades as my friend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2014)
Free Of Blame
In the shoals of the lake
a deeper truth was buried
It waded ashore
when your memory was parched
Irrigating a message
long ago forgotten
Returning your forgiveness
—washed free of blame
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2014)
Only Two Ways
There are only two ways
to become immortal
One is to become a warrior
—the other a writer
(Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching ‘The Last Samurai,’ October, 2014)
Armed & Dangerous
My thoughts are my weapons,
my pen is my sword
My will is my whetstone,
my Knighthood
—my Lord
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2014)
In The Abstract
The evolution of
Time
More art
Than science
Its measure and
Validation
Astounding mankind
From the very first day
If such a thing
Even exists
It is only in the abstract
—neither visceral nor sublime
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2014)
Waiting To Exhale
What I knew before birth
I will know after death
This slight pause called life
—where the soul takes a breath
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)
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Kurt,
Truth be told...
Much too often, the mask is worn well!
~Laura~
Yes, much too often!
Very true.
Thanks
Kurt,
• “Only Two Ways”
Truly a gem! I liked it a lot!
My summation...
*Crazy Horse...the warrior
*Kurt Philip Behm...the writer
* + * = immortal
~Laura~
Sometimes it feels that way, especially in dreamsleep.
Have a great weekend, Laura.
Thank you, Kurt!
I wish you the same!😊
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