We hope and we dream
for a world free of pain
but the rock of serenity
stays beyond our reach
A hug or a knife
a kiss or a gun
bipolar reminders
confliction runs deep
Every minute and hour
the chase carries on
no safety in hiding
from that which we’re born
Till fate becomes blinded
and hits a dead end
eternity waiting
—the ending forewarned
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Unplugged
I welcome the feeling
of leaving behind …
No Facebook, no Twitter
no Email to blind
Controlling the message
undigitized truth
My mind free of programs
my spirit induced
Where magic is whispered
no texting or bytes
Bespoken the voices
I hear in the night
My memory stays active
not stored in the Cloud
Rebooting what’s under
— enlightenment’s shroud
(The New Room: January, 2024)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments6
A bipolar gun on our forehead .
Thanks for reading.
Interesting !
Thank you.
A brave decision to cut so much out. I can’t help feeling that unplugged has to be helping this situation. Social media can be cruel. Happy new year.
Thanks Cassie, I'm not on any social
media sites, and I'm currently writing
a new book on the damage they do.
Happy New Year
Kurt
Thanks. Happy New Year
We are what we eat, great to get off the junk diet.
Agreed, thanks
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