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



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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