Toward The Cliff

Kurt Philip Behm

The Pied Piper of failure

 loose in our schools

Cacophony playing

of pedants and fools


He lures and beguiles

to those innocent souls

Who locked in his footsteps

—will never be whole


(The New Room: March, 2023)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 20th, 2023 17:12
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  • Laura🌻

    Dear Kurt,

    “to those innocent souls
    Who locked in his footsteps
    —will never be whole”

    So much damage is being done to our children.

    Laura 🌻

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Yes, and much is irreversible.

    Tragic indeed.

  • L. B. Mek

    word that hit home, dear Poet
    sad to contemplate
    just how much horror, we can't fathom
    is a child's reality, in this very minute..
    whatever universe, deity or chance
    denotes our tendrils of fate
    I only ask, why?
    why must children suffer, to what purpose
    is there no other way to forge a person
    without suffering
    must strife n pain, be our life's conductors
    even if so, can we at least
    grant children a reprieve, at least
    till they're old enough to make informed choices..
    just breaks my heart, to contemplate
    when I'm at my lowest, i remember these lines from a song by India Arie:
    'Off in the back country of Brazil
    A met a young brother that made me feel
    That I could accomplish anything
    (You see, just like me, he wanted to sing)
    (He had) no windows and no doors
    He lived a simple life and was extremely poor
    On top of all of that, he had no eyesight
    (But that didn't keep him from seein' the light)
    (He said) what's it like in the USA?
    And all I did was complain
    (He said) living here is paradise
    He taught me paradise is in your mind; you know that...
    There's hope
    It doesn't cost a thing to smile
    You don't have to pay to laugh'

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Amen and beautiful ...

    The callousness and greed of the modern world has shut off
    all the major portals of perception that used to get taught and
    passed down. The best of us is now what used to be the worst
    of us .... SAD

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