We build these
big houses
to live in
one room
We craft
lengthy speeches
words littered
and strewn
We travel
great distance
arriving back home
And tell
many secrets
the truth
plainly shown
We quarrel
and fight
with the outcome
the same
We craft
newer rules
for the oldest
of games
We live and
we die
as our
forefathers did
While changing
but nothing
entrapped
— in the grid
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
The Road Not Taken
Only heretics
will seek the truth
Against the grain
they find the proof
Pandering Angels
wings on loan
In fear of shadows
— where answers roam
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Three messages are they linked? Hypocrisy in a form or at least actions that spend a great deal of energy only to leave us in the same place.
Anything against norms or standards is considered abnormal a heretic
appearing to be something that we are not to avoid undesirable effects.
Fit in right or wrong seems to be the desire of society not concerned with the truth or what is better.
The pursuit of truth is a lonely endeavor.
Thanks again
Kurt
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