Fate Conjoined
A vine can grow
on any tree
Be it strong or weak
of root
To climb until
the trunk is starved
ascending
foot by foot
Caring not a whit
the tree imperiled
it wraps its way
around
To kill the thing
its fate conjoins
and die
— ripped from the ground
*********
To Ian
A light goes out
just South of Calgary
His voice recaptured
in the wind
What’s been said
by saddle bred
As memory sings
— a cowboy hymn
*********
Borders In Place
Giving form
to illusion
the image
contours
Its mask when
pulled tightly
obstructs
and obscures
Dimension
is tactile
with borders
in place
Where false
it is proven
deception
— refaced
************
Our Pathway
Freedom begins
with decision
Choice catalytic
when firm
Our pathway once cleared
by cognition
The fire
— of liberty burns
********
The Words Secure
Neither
the rapier
of sarcasm
Nor
the bludgeon
of invective
Can injure
my letters
— or damage my pen
**********
The Illusion Stopped
Time doesn’t run
— it only deceives
********
Awaiting A Savior
Why should I labor
trapped in these mines
Breathing this death
perdition refined
Why should I trust
that this is the way
Darkness before me
each step on the quay
Though I keep picking
through darkest of rock
The future escapes me
its door remains locked
Awaiting a savior
I struggle each day
Alone in this suffering
— my faith to betray
(The New Room: June, 2026)
Wallflowers
The Cool Kids table
positioned in front
Where Rolex and Prada
like hounds on the hunt
They pander and coddle
each other with flair
Ignoring all others
outside of their lair
The Cool Kids engender
self-titles and brand
As brain dead and hollow
they spew on demand
But Mommy and Daddy
won’t suckle prolonged
And sooner or later
they’ll cease to belong
The Cool Kids outdated
when faced with the truth
They only exist
when they’re part of ‘The Group’
Their 2oth reunion
will come in a flash
Where that table in front
— has been pushed to the back
(To The Wallflowers: June, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Loved particularly the first of this group Fate conjoined. I once wrote one quite similar in theme but quite different in form. Very nice Kurt
Thanks Soren.
Most welcome Kurt
Kurt, this is one heck of a collection. What strikes me most is how each piece stands comfortably on its own, yet together they feel like different facets of the same philosophical voice. There's conviction throughout without ever feeling like you're shouting. Really enjoyed spending time with these, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
As always, with deep appreciation.
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