Writing…
the only suture
When the truth
starts to bleed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
All Emptiness Gone
The hour has come,
no word left unspoken
The reasons have vanished,
—all emptiness gone
(Las Vegas Nevada: January, 2011)
New Tracks In Search
My ticket punched, my fares been paid,
the train sits waiting, rails now laid
My ticket punched, the whistle blows,
its light shines distant, truth aglow
My ticket punched, the past on hold,
the future scorned, the present bold
My ticket punched, a burning thirst,
—a heart to quench, new tracks in search
(Villanova Station: March, 2017)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments4
Clever thought and write.
Thanks, much appreciated!
wise words Kurt!
Thanks so much, WW
I very much enjoyed this. Excellent.
Thanks JJ
Well written and expressed
Thank you, Tony
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