Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
I never wrote so you’d approve…
I wrote what I believe
How you felt as you read those words
—is not my wound to bleed
(Villanova...
Dreams, like orphaned water lilies,
float across the surface
Ferrying my last token wish,
adrift—this silver pond
The swans make way,...
Suspended moments between the lines,
my mind now lost in space
Sublimated syntax buried deep,
my spirit free to race
A light unfiltered...
To inflict on tomorrow,
the empty promises of fate
The will to reign indifferent
—the devil’s cruelest form of hate
(Villanova...
Searching through the forest,
chasing dreams your sleep has wagered
And finding yourself in the mindless
spatial wasteland
You play two...