We share the same silence
we think the same thoughts
We have the same daydreams
not rented or bought
We live in the spaces
of a lost inbetween
And wander through moments
that time hasn’t seen
We care for each other
we live for today
We treasure the quiet
of nothing to say
We give without taking
our well never dry
And smile ever meeting
—never saying goodbye
(The New Room: January, 2024)
False Prophets
What proclaims
to save our souls
is killing its believers
Religion worse
than nuclear war …
born again deceivers
Breaking every
moral creed
stealing zero-sum
Ashes left to burn
and rot
—Yahweh on the run
(The New Room: January, 2023)
De Facto
It wasn’t fate
— it just was
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: January 4th, 2024 10:13
- Category: Unclassified
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