I've walked at a peculiar
angle
As I've laughed at peculiar
circumstances
I've aged in the most peculiar
of vacuums
And went on to love in the most
normal of ways
I've worked in a spirit
of defiance
As I've traveled the many miles
from compliance
I've lived within the confines
of the moment
And written those things I
could never speak
I've seen the footsteps of
giants
Made by the intrepid feet of the
smallest of men
As the mirrors of my past have risen
in blind reflection
I've come face to face with
the only adversary I will ever fear
I've asked the age old questions
knowing there are no answers
I’ve taught the unschooled a language
they will teach again
I have vowed to seek recovery
for what the iconoclasts have broken
Until truth reclaims from power
—what was heaven sent
(Philadelphia Airport: August 1st, 2015)
In This Present Begun
Not grabbing
but reaching
Not pushing
but pulling
Not telling
but listening
Not beginning
or done
Not mad
but then joyful
Not sad
but then hopeful
Not before
or then after
In this present
—begun
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Writer's Block
Inspiration is always there
just reach inside—embrace it
All time on hold, new lines to share
the moment lives iconic
Words are formed by sweat and tears
not deemed or willed upon you
Each verse to go beyond the years
—to seal a memory true
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
Life's Tenancy
Was that dollar Sunday morning
a twenty Saturday night
Is that empty bottle you can barely see
the excuse that started the fight
Is that torn and tattered jacket
what was once your Sunday best
Is your life worth more than nineteen dollars
eyes blackened—never to rest
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
At The End
Taking a last breath inside
the final moment
All perception at once
inhaled
—never to be released again
(Las Vegas: August, 2015)
Verum Ceptoris
No matter how much
you bandage a lie
The truth bleeds
—through and through
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: March 20th, 2018 00:53
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
So thoughtful and lovely Kurt. Beautifully written.......
"I've come face to face with
the only adversary I will ever fear" - is that Death?
'Myself'
Kurt,
This particular title, WHAT HEAVEN SENT, befits all that I’m absorbing from your writings! I truly enjoy reading each and every one of them!
~Laura~
Thanks so much, Laura!
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