The thicker the spirit,
the thinner the bars
That tiger once captive,
now roaming afar
His eyes stalk the distance,
between hoping and fear
Preying deeply inside us
—eternally near
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
Stolen & Lost
Vacuous dreams
and stolen joy
Shadows at dawn,
lost girls and boys
Promises broken,
tears deprived
Light excepted
—truth denied
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
'RX'
I do believe in therapy,
but of a certain kind
The type anointed on oneself,
and in yourself to find
A strength to make decisions,
the will to see them through
To best ignore what others say,
while benefiting you
These words are not capricious,
recovery zero-sum
With judgment not to praise or blame
—its cure the only one
(Philadelphia International Airport: December, 2016)
Into The Breach...
Letting go not holding on,
the closing act of life
To make the crossing burden free,
past vestiges of strife
Letting go not holding on,
from years that pile high
The greatest weight the last to leave
that final one—goodbye
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments4
Good morning read, Kurt.
Thanks Jerry.
Silent Roar: And I've got a tiger in the tank! (Sorry, couldn't help it)
Stolen and lost: Went to the lost and found office, looking for my dreams, alas, nothing there.
RX: My best therapy is to go to bed and wait for the problem to go away!
Into the breach: As Woody Allen supposedly said: I am not afraid of death, I just don't want to be there when he comes.
Sorry, Kurt, am having a strange morning!
Made me smile, thanks.
'I do believe in therapy,
but of a certain kind
The type anointed on oneself,
and in yourself to find
A strength to make decisions,
the will to see them through'..
Amen!
Thanks LB.
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