On a silver platter
of broken dreams
Your nature changes,
as death comes near
The buffet wanton,
a dessert of fright
Served incarnate
—café of tears
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
In The Distance
Wishes from the mountaintop,
dreamers from beyond
Shadows in the wind
—trapped in memory’s song
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
Sleeping Dogs
North Jersey woman,
South Jersey heat
Your past in abeyance
—dark memories to sleep
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
The Demon's Torch
You’re desperately lost,
writing your way into the madness
Each word a false beacon,
your hopes to decry
You’re desperately lost,
searching the caves of your memory
Delusion the caretaker,
your verses to lie
You’re desperately lost,
as every voice now deserts you
Time running backwards,
the heat turned up high
You’re desperately lost,
as the Sirens misguide you
The torch of the demon
—burning darkly inside
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
The Sky Opens...
Like an exiting wind,
voices leave from within
As the feelings impart,
verbal memories embark
A last spoken refrain,
to escape unrestrained
As the sky opens wide
—Heaven's breath to provide
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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- Published: February 23rd, 2020 10:10
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