Black Diamond Embrace (+7)

Kurt Philip Behm

Selecting the misery,

crown jewel of my pain

 

To wear like a necklace,

but serve as a chain

 

Its dark stone on fire,

all light one’s defaced

 

Reset in a solitaire

—black diamond embrace

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

 

 

There I Made My Church

 

Flying above the torment and fray,

the blood drops from my wings

 

The scars I carry to then remind,

the true cost delivery brings

 

The clouds incumbent upon my soul,

their cover not to hide

 

But frame a backdrop of life ahead,

where on Angels wings I ride

 

My time below and my time above,

both present in me now

 

As the essence calls from which I’m made,

to return and shout aloud…

 

“I traveled the earth both far and wide,

its truth did I then search

 

But wisdom came to me instead

—and there I made my church”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

 

 

Whose River Both Endows

 

Prose on one side, verse the other

—distance in between

 

The bridge has burnt, the Muse now two,

each seeing only green

 

The breaths that flow are then contained,

no synergy allowed

 

The chasm deep between their words

—whose river both endows

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

 

 

The Prize You Seek

 

Dragnetting with the spoken word,

trying to trap what you can’t see

 

Unbaited, your net cast far and wide,

in a dark and foreign sea

 

Over and over, you pull in your lines,

with nothing again to show

 

The prize you seek, swimming wild and free

—at a depth you’ll never know

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

 

 

To Lead The Way

 

I found my voice

Beyond all choice

A waited friend

Beyond the wind

I found the words

Once cast astray

To line my path

To lead the way

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

 

 

Another Paradox

 

Will you

Or won’t you,

Can you

Or can’t you,

Another paradox

Unclaimed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

 

 

Not To Last

 

I survived the 60’s,

can I ask the same of you…

 

With soul in tact, my body wracked,

and conscience split in two

 

My parents now have I become,

these days of future past

 

With bloodshot eyes and memory owned

—by that decade not to last

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)

 

 

 

Hiding Inside

 

Most of our lives are spent

icing the cake

 

Covering the substance

where meaning partakes

 

To coat and embellish

what we most try to hide

 

Distracting, misleading

—shrouded inside

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2019)

 

 

The Claimant

 

When you love someone,

you claim part of their spirit

 

Trading affection

—as the emptiness fills

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2019)

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 11th, 2019 09:33
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Chagrined

    Very nice work. I enjoyed this very much.



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