Blindfolded (+2)

Kurt Philip Behm

Dying the slow death of political infection,

it hides within our words

 

As we try to run, and try to hide,

its plague a constant scourge

 

Poisoning the water, despoiling our thoughts,

all freedom it commands

 

Directing the folly, conscripting all joy

—our blindfold it demands

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2019)

 

 

Heaven Sent

 

Religion…my writing,

all faith in the pen

 

My savior the words

—the Muse heaven sent

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

 

The Price

 

Is blood,

the price of art

 

Is death,

the price of truth

 

A rose,

its thorn uncovered

 

And love

—the price of youth

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 30th, 2019 09:38
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Laura🌻

    Kurt,

    God bless your
    ‘Heaven Sent’ Muse!🤗

    ~Laura~

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    And blessings to you...



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