Kurt Philip Behm

Death Match (+1)

I spoke my consciousness into the wind,

—eternity to hear

 

My past, present, and future lives,

eternal, divorced from the fear

 

Days grow short, my story on hold,

the Muse taking shelter inside

 

Reports dire, as verses alight,

—the truth in a death match with lies

 

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

 

 

 

Your Heart To Own

 

Will vision trump

conjecture

 

Can a wish

your fear dethrone

 

Does belief

control your will

 

Until love,

—your heart to own

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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