To Pretend (+3) Poem, by Kurt Philip Behm, at My poetic side

Becoming irrelevant

at last to yourself

The choices have narrowed

the joy seldom felt

The present redundant

what’s left in the end

The fodder of memory

—and you to pretend

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)

The Line

Conduit of the human spirit

I forced hope into the cord

Draining the tears of

The lost and abandoned

Plugging into outlets

Of forgotten promise

Forcing their light

Onto the dark barren screen

Charging into what

I had charged over before

—crossing the line

(Villanova Post Office: January, 2015)

Something For Emily

I understand the isolation,

what others call being alone

I understand the silent moments,

the inner freedom to roam

I understand the derision,

and the label of being called strange

With each new dawn I most understand

—the joy in not being the same

(Train To Center City Philadelphia: January, 2015)

To Live & Die

To live as an artist,

but die as a man

Dust forever chasing

—what heaven began

(Center City Philadelphia: January, 2015)

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