Is the artist in me a liar,
or the one who walks outside
Are my words and deeds in conflict,
which to breathe and which to hide
Would King Solomon have an answer,
to this split I often feel
Would salvation hold my name in check,
as today my soul to deal
Do excuses like good intentions,
pave the way, perdition shown
Do the reasons then abandon,
idle hope when left alone
Can the spirit claim what time has lost,
in it’s quest to stay inspired
Can the truth once lit inside my heart,
—set all kindled lies afire
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: October 20th, 2016 08:52
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 38
Comments6
Love the metaphors.
Thanks A.
Kurt
Really great write
Thanks so much,Tony!
Kurt
Kurt, an introspective and intriguing poem. I like the rhythm of your words.
Thanks Michele
All around love the metaphors and the cadence of your poem. Fabulous!
Thanks again, Chrissy
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