I buried my memory
in yesterday’s sand
To live in the past
—beyond reprimand
(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
Subservience
If absurdity
is the only reality
Time is the new servant
—to what lies within
(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
The Emptying Hourglass
There’s a voice inside that’s killing me,
slowly day by day
Each line I write, each word I speak
—is paid with time reclaimed
(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
But A Beggar
You see a wall,
where I see a door
You are imprisoned,
I am implored
You spend your fortune
on relics that burn
I, but a beggar
—last verse heaven earned
(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
Agony Of Riches
The ultimate indulgence…
blind acceptance
All standards rescinded
—all judgment forlorn
(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
A great starter for this Saturday!
• “Yesterday’s Sand”
Some of them are buried...
but not deep enough!
~Laura~
Amen, thanks Laura.
You’re welcome!
Stay well and let that ink flow!😉
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