If you’re losing you’re winning,
the path leads one way
The steps to the kingdom,
a carpet of pain
If your will is unbroken,
your commitment in stone
The ending assured
—as you sit on the throne
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Heaven Or Hell
The body borrowed,
the soul to lend
The clock runs quickly,
—each click portends
The choices wagered,
the chips they fall
The sins if proffered,
—a last downfall
Your memory staggered,
the past in waves
The future stealing,
—are you enslaved
The trumpet blows,
one last farewell
The die is cast,
—heaven or hell
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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No pain....no gain
Love the way you concentrate it to the essentials. Every word counts, no fillers. In my humble opinion, excellent as always!
And as always, I'm truly honored.
Thanks Fred
Kurt
Well written and expressed
Thanks Tony!
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