Counting spaces between the notes,
the music came alive
The melody deepened, the band on fire,
all bees had left the hive
Breathing in one fast refrain,
my lungs too full to stop
An Angel melts his pearl baton,
the Sirens blazing hot
New sounds created, harp destroyed,
the clouds all push apart
As heaven waits for one last riff
—to claim my beating heart
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Nothingness Calls
Leading from today
into the past
Present state of mind
destroyed
The future an orphan,
waiting disowned
Hell’s pathway
—to the void
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
Wow...
vivid and picturesque.
An awesome write my friend.
~Laura~🌻
Thanks Laura
You’re welcome!😊
Kurt, awesome poem. Music creates so much meaning and takes us to infinity!
Amen !
Thanks SC.
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