Those lies became our only truth,
while tearing us apart
Each vow an empty promise made
—to drain our bleeding hearts
(Deamsleep: June, 2021)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
Lies, lies, liesā¦
misleadingā¦
deceivingā¦
maligningā¦
A hopeless love that may be
rekindled one day.
A Powerful write my dear poet!
Lauraš»
Many thanks.
Youāre most welcome.
As always, your writings are thought provoking and stir many emotions to ponder upon.
(a write, I reread a few times
and contemplated, before I understood
the many pathways to interpretation
you strategically, invite us to investigate
what a wonderful gift, in a read
thank you, dear Poet!
and yet again - for inspiring
my little scribbled reply)..
luckily, with a bleeding heart
we feel, the pain
hear, the drip
and see, its scarlet stain of consequence
congeal, with fervent zeal...
but sadly, with that other life force
we take for granted
because measurements and sensory logic
can't equate its tangible characteristics
and people like Duncan MacDougall
are discredited, for theorising the unthinkable..
and yet: how many times in any given day
in Every known and forgotten language
do we contemplate, Love?
Exactly, how do we go about
assigning value
to how much of it, we bleed?
and, how much we lose
reciprocating/investing - it, willingly?
and thereby, accepting
we do not love: Expecting
anything!
when we can conceptualise, that reality
then we can begin, to feign
some understanding of Love's, true nature
of selfish-Selflessness...
"scarlet stain of consequence". LOVE IT!
Thanks LB
Kurt
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