Still Foreign
No matter
how much love
is present
My feelings
truant reign
The ghost
inside me
will not leave
Inducing
love’s disdain
All joy
a vagrant
along the tracks
where distance
holds me sway
And love
still foreign
wherein I roam
and where
— I’m doomed to stay
(The New Room: February, 2026)
Blowback
Judge
lest thee
be judged
Harm
lest thee
be harmed
Steal
lest thee
be robbed
Kill
lest thee
— be dead
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Somewhere In The Queue
We’re all going
to die
Only the order
— stays undetermined
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Above & Beyond
Fire cannot
burn
Nor water
drown
The truth
at its essence
Immortal
— resounds
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Owning The Moment
Pain on the front side
healing out back
Earning each scar
that my memory attacks
Writing uncensored
no words in arrears
Owning the moment
— unburdened by fear
(The New Room: February, 2026)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt, there’s a starkness across these that hits immediately. “Still Foreign” feels heavy and internal… almost claustrophobic in its honesty. Then “Somewhere In The Queue” cuts clean and cold. It’s minimalist, but it lingers. “...unburdened by fear” feels like the hard-won exhale at the end of it all. Fantastic job. Happy Saturday to you, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Again, your commentary is most welcome and MOST poetic.
The second one seems the pledge of allegiance of modern day business. the third is a given where some would like to know the order and others not. As to truth it depends on what that is determined to be for the truths I was taught in school are no longer truths. A set of lovely writes Kurt
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