The Self
Free Will
And Love
—the three grand illusions of life
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Dark Passage
The night is a den
of mixed horrors
A trap
where you sleep with the dead
Any light
that’s remiss or left vacant
A pathway
—to gravestones unread
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
That Beckoning Star
The Siren of fate
lures you onto the rocks
Her beauty enticing
while masking what’s not
A shipwreck of horrors
that’s not what it seems
Luring you onward
away from your dreams
A phantom discovery
a fool’s masquerade
Its promising temptress
an ill mannered charade
And once you discover
your mortality is near
You flail and you panic
while sinking in fear
The distance you’ve traveled
at a liars demand
Weighs heavy as you manage
one last spoken command
Shouting out to your comrades
to stay where they are
Searching only within
—for that beckoning star
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Kurt,
Your words in the first poem are powerful!
My comment is...
yes
yes
yes
—and YES!
Your write made me think of a powerful quote that yesterday I was reminded of...
“All those moments
will be lost in time,
like tears in the rain.”
~Laura~
Beautiful! Thanks Laura.
Time is really the 'Grandest Illusion.'
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