Road To Hell
A blind neglect
imbues our sleep
Where idle hides
a wound cut deep
The apathetic
coward reigns
when good intention
— rhymes with pain
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
Charlie’s Hand
"And when we meet in joy again
an Angel's welcome to befriend
As Heaven's Gate swings open wide
Saint Peter waiting just inside
With Charlie reaching out his hand
— to take us to the Promised Land"
(The First Book Of Prayers: March, 2026)
Piercing The Veil
The tip of your pen
its inkwell unleashed
to vanquish the darkness
where liars will sleep
The point of your spear
finds the darkest heart
To kill and impugn
— where depravity starts
(The New Room: March, 2026)
Wasteland
Staying a stranger
defines who you are
Living in darkness
— alone and afar
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
Walking The Line
An unfortunate truth ...
a fortuitous lie
The first calls you inward
— the second to die
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt, I like how these read almost like small moral reflections…brief but pointed. Pieces like this remind me how sometimes a few lines can carry a larger thought without needing a long explanation. That tension between truth and deception really runs through the set. Thanks for sharing these. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks Tristan. I learned long ago that 'word count' never determined effectiveness.
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