A custodian of life…
guardian of the coming dawn
Survivor of the truth untold
—protector of what’s yet to be
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
My Words My Own
I’m not collaborative…
my greatest strength
—my greatest weakness too
My words my own,
as others thoughts
—to them remain as true
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Nothing New
The Devil not to be believed,
even when his words are true
Intent to spin ‘que es verdad’
old tactics—nothing new
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Eternity Has Its Say
There’s a poetry to life,
that gets lost between the lines
A secret in each memory,
that the future often finds
A stillness born of movement,
that will last beyond today
Salvation in this moment
—as eternity has its say
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
• ...and “What’s Yet To Be”...
shall be!
• “My Words My Own”
...and through thy words
my thoughts I discern!
Optimus Optimus!!
~Laura~
Que sera!
Verba tua veritas dicere!
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