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225 · Apr 2019
Quantum Zeno
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
Awareness can be frozen,
  “A watched *** never boils”

When perception’s forced upon itself,
  all change in stillness toils
  
“To thine own self” the Bard entreated,
  that one truth we’re meant to find

As consciousness—the mind of God
   calls us from inside

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
225 · Feb 2021
Dark Minds
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2021
Owning the consequence
of all that you do

Intentions when pure,
dark minds misconstrue

When twisted and spun,
then torn into shreds

The words once pristine
—denounced when misread

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2021)
225 · Apr 2023
Lambs To Slaughter
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2023
Killing so much more  
than it ever saves
Religion the felon
—digger of graves

(The New Room: April, 2023)
225 · Sep 2016
Another's Wasted Dream
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2016
Delay success for as long
As you can
Living up to an image
Will only cloud your vision
Stealing what you can least
Afford to lose
Dragging you into the illusion
And myth
You have spent a lifetime
Railing against
Dragging you into the
Vicarious trap
Of another’s false and wasted
Dream

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
225 · Jan 2019
Death Wades
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
Our lives were of this moment…
  the wave made sure of that

Winter nineteen sixty-nine
  Waimea’s fury spat

Thirty feet and building
  the giants all had come

Their lips four stories high above
  too late to cut and run

The paddle out a nightmare
  the ride a waiting terror

The drop in looming zero-sum
  the wall the devils mirror

We made it down and set our fins
  to climb the face again

Our ears were deaf, eyes frozen wide
  once more to climb the mountain  

On top we leaned and split the crest
  last turn to surf the violence

The beach in sight, through foams delight
   —death wading through the silence

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
           ‘Memories Of Waimea’
225 · Mar 28
Lost In A Dream
Try to define
consciousness
you haven’t
the tools

Try to define
instinct
the same kind
of fool

Try to define
reason
misusing
the words

Try to define
wonder
unseen
and unheard

Try to define
sleep
when lost
in a dream

Try to define
presence
with space
— unforeseen

(Rosemont College: March, 2025)
225 · Mar 2017
I Shouldn't
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
I knew I shouldn’t,
  but despite the pain and hurt I still could

Like the Bluesman said…
  “You got a bad way of doing me good”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
225 · Apr 2024
What Is - Is
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2024
Truth needs no audience
or vows of acceptance
The eagle flies highest
— when flying alone

(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
224 · Jul 2017
Veracious To Lay
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2017
You till your own garden
  you sow your own seeds

You harvest the memories
  you feast on the breeze

You water those choices
  both made and unmade

Your truth deeply hoed
  —veracious to lay

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
224 · Dec 2016
The Empty Bed
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2016
A father teaches a son
  everything he knows . . .

Sometimes, it
  isn’t enough

Furrows plowing, seedlings
  dying, a daughter screams,

As young Johnny goes off
  to the city

A step-child of his
own desire

Wandering the avenues
  and alleyways

Searching high in the lights
  for his name

But only a shadow
comes down from the neon

Dark and invisible
   as he walks

A soul without
  acceptance

A new emptiness fills
  the hardened cracks,
  —and hallowing cement void

Where the stench of severed roots
and singed beginnings,
  —meet and die

And from 1000 miles
   a father walks in the darkness,
  —ancient and alone

Passing an empty bed
  in a dimly lit country hallway,
  —asking why

(Chicago Illinois: July, 1977)
224 · Apr 2017
No Longer Love Denied
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2017
Lusting after a song unsung,
  I hunted through your fear

And trapped the demon that kept you mute,
—whose blood drips from my spear

Desirous of your captive voice,
  I hung its head up high

And waited for you to sing just once,
—no longer love denied

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
224 · Nov 2022
Masked Chameleons
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2022
Be wary of a narrow faith
that chokes the Mystery dead
Be careful of a promise made
that hides beneath your bed

The strongest bade, a deeper jade
from yellow mixed with blue
To mock the wonder heaven sent
—in weaker shades of hue

(Dreamsleep: November, 2022)
224 · Feb 28
A Prince's Blood
The Kingdom’s seeds
within his heart
its reign
a heavy stone
The Jester dancing
with the Queen
caught naked
on the throne

His back now turned
the Jack of Spades
a dagger
up his sleeve
A palace coup
in bold relief
his lineage
besieged

The music stops
the Jester laughs
the Queen cries out
for more
The Princess
in the tower
where her subjects
cry out ‘*****’

The drawbridge falls
the King is back
his armor
red and stained
The final battle
yet unfought
dark prophecy
— ordained

(The New Room: February, 2025)
224 · Aug 2016
The Key
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2016
Poets…
  spiritual escape artists
  in a shackled and mundane world

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
223 · Feb 2024
Carried On The Wind
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2024
Only when writing
do you become ageless
Communing with eternity
— transcending time

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
223 · Apr 2022
United In Want
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2022
More connected
by dollars than faith
the poor attend the
Universal Church of Poverty

Christian or Jew
Hindu or Muslim
the altar when barren
—leaves God undeclared

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2022)
223 · Oct 2019
Love In Ashes
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2019
A distant scream,
the future cries,
our past to burn
unclaimed

Predictions simmer,
forecasts stir,
denials rage
enflamed

All promise broken,
hearts on fire,
reasons singed with
pain

With love in ashes,
hope to scald,
and freedom left
—in shame

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
223 · Jul 2017
Toll Mine To Pay
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2017
My road deeply potholed
  with those left behind

Resurfaced with pain
  all casualties mine

A road often fatal
  to family and friends

No roses to line it
  as it twisted and bent

When forced to look back,
  I see nothing but blood

From my hands to the cradle
  on those that I’ve loved

If you ask me my reason
  for acting this way

With eyes straight ahead,
  I’d have nothing to say

The road getting shorter
  compressed in the light

Behind me those bodies
  that questioned my flight

The deeper I travel
  newer endings begin

This toll mine to pay
—heading further within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
223 · Mar 2019
Venit Una Ex Multis
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2019
Many fuels create the heat,
  but one temperature reigns supreme

Many fuels create the heat
  —but one temperature frees the light

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
223 · Jan 2017
Fired From Your Pen
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2017
All power in the caliber,
  not the number or the count

Its ******* deeper,
  when focused, not shooting about

The wound well placed is mortal,
  a shot not heard till then

But a gun’s not half as fatal,
— as that thought fired from your pen

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
223 · Mar 2017
The Wind
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
When emptiness
replaces memory

The wind,
—forever ceases to blow

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
223 · May 2022
Yet So Far...
Kurt Philip Behm May 2022
So close to Heaven,
so far from God
The gate still locked
—the devil nods

A soul once bartered,
forever sold
Its mine shaft empty
—mirage of gold

All reasons barren,
the empty fields
The seasons wanton
—bereft to yield

So close to Heaven,
so far from God
Redemption fleeting
—as hell applauds

(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)
222 · Dec 2016
Drawers Of My Memory
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2016
Each drawer that I fill,
stores something past

The future spread out
on the bed

As each one closes,
its memories sleep safe

Dreams quilted
and looking ahead

Layered inside
and kept neatly stacked

In silence,
their stories unfold

Each drawer front embossed
with a message they share

“Open Only If Naked Or Cold”

The dresser sits quiet,
its handles untouched

As new history begins
with each write

And construction resumes,
a new dresser is built

To store words yet to clothe
—and delight

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm Oct 2018
Night Guardian

A steward of memory
  —the caretaker of dreams

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)


    The Eagle Cries

A new American profile
   —the look of fear

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

      
       Its Treasure Calls

Nostrils fill with wood smoke
   a mountain spewing lies

Fifty miles up the trail,
  its legend waves goodbye

Lost Dutchman in my memory,
  the map no longer clear

While buried deep inside the truth
  —its treasure calling dear


(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)


           In Print

Truth outlasts memory
  —on the printed page

(Train to New Hampshire: March, 2014)
222 · May 2022
Mulholland Drive
Kurt Philip Behm May 2022
Rebel’s highway,
toll free line
Drifting median,
ill defined

Sirens distant,
flashing lights
Mocking laughter
—death’s delight

(Memories Of September 30th, 1955)
222 · Mar 2017
To Be Alone
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
I go to the city
To be alone,
Distraction
Calling me away
From myself
Isolating my
Memory
Burying my
Thoughts
In endless concrete
Passing 1000 people
Never meeting
One
Never meeting
One
Who will tell me
About myself
Never meeting
One
Who will tell me
That Its real
Never meeting
One
Who will ask the question
Why,
In my darkest
Most confused
Moments
I go to the city,
—to be alone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
222 · Jan 2017
Setting It Free
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2017
Poets,
Special Forces
Of the literary world

Rescuing confusion,
And then
Setting it free

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
222 · Apr 2019
Trapped Within
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2019
The physics of divinity,
  atheists chide

Pews filled with charlatans,
  believers on trial

Trapped in their reasoning,
  with all logic stretched thin

Building walls to keep light out
  —and darkness within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
222 · Jul 2022
Forewarned
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2022
Be proud you’re a Poet
be careful who you tell
Your words once absconded
—from heaven to hell

(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)
222 · May 2017
Rebirth
Kurt Philip Behm May 2017
“Messages,
   trapped in the wind

Words,
   burrow deeply within

Voices,
  emerge from the past

Memories,
  and dreams overcast”

Leaves fall,
  branches reach for the sky

Winter clouds gather,
  snow starts to fly

Furloughed—the seeds
  march distant and free

The season long,
  its transients flee

Vision impaired,
  past futures to fade

Acceptance—rejection,
  a choice to be made

The first Nightingale sings,
  its call from beyond

A feeling unfreezes,
  old words to a song

The hills begin thawing,
  new tracks to reveal

Salvation once promised,
  no longer concealed

Winds from the west,
   bring rebirth and enthrall

The sun melting lies,
  —and winter recalled

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
222 · Jan 2017
One Well
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2017
There are Poets
for the stage

And Poets
for the page

The difference
  often subtle

In your eye,
  and in your ear

There are Poets
for the stage

And Poets
for the page

One well for them
  to draw from

Two voices,
—flowing clear


(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
221 · Jul 2017
Myself Revealed
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2017
Writing in a vacuum,
  the magic seals tight

Writing in a vacuum,
  no maybe’s or might

Writing in a vacuum,
  words floating pristine

Writing in a vacuum,
  nothing fettered between

Writing in a vacuum,
  no beginning—no end

Writing in a vacuum,
  no enemies—no friends

Writing in a vacuum,
  all time is concealed

Writing in a vacuum,
  myself is revealed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
221 · Dec 2023
Patriot Fire
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2023
A laughingstock of history …
America right now
Fifty years of turning left
leading further down

Words alone can’t fix it
so little time remains
Freedom anything but free
—with liberty in flames

(The New Room: December, 2023)
221 · Feb 2020
The Demon's Torch
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2020
You’re desperately lost,
writing your way into the madness

Each word a false beacon,
your hopes to decry

You’re desperately lost,
searching the caves of your memory

Delusion the caretaker,
your verses to lie

You’re desperately lost,
as every voice now deserts you

Time running backwards,
the heat turned up high

You’re desperately lost,
as the Sirens misguide you

The torch of the demon
—burning darkly inside

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
221 · Dec 2023
The Ivy League
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2023
Covered deep in
Poison Ivy
A rash that spreads
and burns

Its toxic mass
left festering
With younger minds
to churn

What used to be
a noble cause
Malingers
in disease

Whose vines grow wild
to trap the dark …
That once were climbed
—to free

(The New Room: December, 2023)
221 · Jan 2019
Unwritten Prisoners
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2019
Like spontaneous combustion,
  the words exploded

Molten lyrics erupting
  from the great unknown

Their only warning…
  trepidation inside the reluctant
  and unsettled heart

Their solemn promise…
  to free the unwritten prisoners
  of confusion and doubt

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
221 · Apr 2024
Audible Ash
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2024
Silence ignited
sound into kindling
Sign language robots
— ears set afire

(The New Room: April, 2024)
220 · Mar 2017
Times Grip
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
Trapped inside a nightmare,
  dying inch by inch

Slave inside a rusted heart,
  feelings chained then lynched

Later now than yesterday,
  earlier than goodbye

Spooled like thread that can’t be sewn,
  the needle asking why

But time contorts, reversing,
  trumpets call you home

Eyes unspoken, voice untouched,
  senses all dethroned

Words on fire with freedom stirred,
  their meaning scorched and bare

A silence brewing louder,
  new light burns through the air

Eleven Angels fly as one,
  and twelfth, you join their throng

With wings now soaring inward,
—time’s grip left dead and gone

(Airplane To Seattle: March 8, 2017)
220 · Nov 2016
Falling Leaves
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2016
Falling leaves mark the beginning
     of natures fast . . .
       Winter is coming

Hear her Icy bell blowing distance
   through your memory,
       as trees half naked
       spot the ground with clearer vision

         “Oh alas, the winds of winter blow
              captive through my soul
          And place the stones in order, spring
               doth disavow

           Whose cold reprieve an answer grants
                 in frosted shortened light
            To spread new life upon this breast,
                —and natures womb”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 1977)
Kurt Philip Behm May 2024
Chapter 13: ‘Linking Us Together’


The values linking us together in America were timeless, and part of an unending chain, binding us together with the strength of their connection. It was a connection based on values, and those values were shared. As tough and confusing as life sometimes got, these links were a safe haven and connection to all that was good and right.  

Team Sports were a living embodiment of these chains.  When everyone was acting together in unison, agreeing on a plan or goal, the game had the best chance of being won.  If only one person decided to break away, go off-sides, commit a foul, or worse get thrown out of the game, the whole team suffered with victory lost.  In a negative way, this underscores the importance of a strong connection keeping the links intact for the objective to be met.

It was only through strong links to each other that people survived the Great Depression, the bombing of Pearl Harbor, an ensuing and devastating World War, and its low point, The Holocaust.  Today, we are still dealing with the aftermath of 9/11.

9/11 tragically pointed out that terrorists don’t only **** their sworn enemies … they **** indiscriminately!  In a dramatic statement of
inhumanity, they tried to shock the world with their misguided and disconnected view of reality.  They profaned their allegiance to God by
blaspheming him with their actions of despair and destruction.  They are links to a chain that is, at its end, connected to nothing, worshipping in many cases the same things they seek to destroy. Many of the 9/11 terrorists were out experiencing the worst of western culture, strip clubs etc., only days before they carried out the brutal attacks.

The value chain of generations past was a mutually shared affirmation. It reinforced the idea that by living together we could prosper if our values were shared. Living this way in America, we overcame all obstacles for over 200 years.  When I was a kid, and we had a bad snowstorm, my parents would always put chains on the rear tires of their cars.  The chains would allow the slippery rubber tires to reconnect with the snowy surface of the road, digging in, and creating a ‘grip’ that bare tires could never provide.  This allowed my parents, and our neighbors, to resume their normal activities and turn what was a temporary setback into a small challenge to overcome.

These chains metaphorically point out the deep connection we used to have with each other.  When times got tough, we dug deep, finding the ‘chains’ within our own psyches to get us through the tough and challenging times.  The ‘chains’ were only as strong as our belief in them and what they could overcome. Strength was based on each link and how it would ultimately fit with other links in the chain that bound us all to each other.   It was this ‘connection’ that created our sense of community, and it spread from our families, to our neighborhoods, through our states, and ultimately across our nation.  I also believe when we were the strongest this chain spread worldwide linking America with the rest of the world — a connection that in many ways has either been broken or abandoned today.

With these ‘chains of connection,’ we were able to become something bigger than just ourselves and share in the true wonder of moving mountains together.  Whether it was creating the world’s greatest economy, national infrastructure with our great dams and highways, or curing many of the worst diseases that had plagued the world for generations, we attempted these things with a unity of purpose and shared in the pride of accomplishment once our efforts were done.  Most of these things could never have been done by individuals alone.  

Today, the celebration of division is killing America.  My generation kicked this into high gear with the mantra ‘do your own thing.’  Forty years later, we see what the result of doing your own thing has become.  What happened to ‘our thing?’ the spirit behind why men died at Valley Forge, Bunker Hill, Gettysburg, Normandy, Mt. Suribachi, and the rice paddies of Vietnam.  Brave young men are still dying today in far off places like the deserts of the Middle East.  Are we supporting them in the same way we did their grandfathers and great grandfathers?  Do they fight with a clear vision and light heart knowing the country is of one mind and behind them until they come home?  Do they watch the evening news, seeing the protests and division that have driven America into a sectarian society.

Thank God, we still have men and women brave enough to go to these places finding something deep within themselves, and each other, to get the job done.  What the military has not totally abandoned is the spirit of connection that our country has lost.  These men are bound to each other in an ‘Esprit De Corps’ that transcends any politics or attempt to divide them.  They are sometimes forced to fight two wars — the one on the battlefield before them, and a second war of public opinion that no courageous soldier should ever have to endure.  

No country in the world has ever been 100% ‘right’ with a moral compass free of all blame.  That being said, no country in the world has ever been as right as ours. Democratic freedom, and its defense, is a shared idea. It’s been the defining link in our national chain from Lexington and Concord to the present day.  

If we can’t agree on who we are, and what we are, the problem stays buried deep in what we have become. We need to look inside ourselves and admit to the emptiness we feel. We can only fill that emptiness by acting together. An 8-ounce glass of water has little power, but magnified 300 million times, it turns into a powerful force that can wash over us all.    

I am here today because of what so many men and women gave their lives for over the past 250 years.  I am writing this, in a fervent attempt, to reconnect us to our American Core Values and to each other.  Together, we can reconnect the links in the great ‘Chain of Unity’ that, up until recently, defined us as a nation.  I write with the hope that sacrifices made in its defense, and its shared value system of Freedom & The Individual Rights of Man, were not in vain.    



  Kurt Philip Behm: May, 2024
220 · Nov 2018
Beyond The Sash
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2018
A window framed with memory
  lets in the brightest light

Its lock and hasp long since removed
  a journeyman’s delight

Casting off the millstone
  the rock of age has come

As darkness hides beyond the sash
  —to greet the rising sun

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)
220 · Nov 2024
Blood Trail
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2024
Innocence a foreigner
if beautiful or dark
No one who can lead the way
— has purity of heart

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
219 · Jul 2021
Headlights Dear
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2021
Too far from the mojo
—too close to the fire

(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)
219 · Aug 2019
Renewed
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2019
Squeezing out a different meaning,
with each new moment passed

The choices honed, all time dethroned
—no instant first or last

(Mackinaw City Michigan: July, 2019)
219 · Mar 2017
To Herself Alone
Kurt Philip Behm Mar 2017
The enigma of a woman rests
  in what you’ll never know

Despite those things she gives to you,
  her secrets bide unshown

Your eyes may taste and hands might touch,
  but to herself alone

Her power worn as though a crown,
—her mystery, her throne

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
219 · Aug 2017
Death Walks Beside
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2017
Youth ran away toward the front,
  as death pursued from the rear

Catching me inside the paradoxical
  whipsaw of life

I stopped, as the boy continued into the distance,
  but the reaper stopped too

Wanting me to run some more,
  preferring to attack from behind

As I turned to face my stalker, his eyes went down;
  and his presence cast no shadow

He took two steps back, but I reached for his hand
  while saying:

         “Walk with me, keep up with me
          your job here still not finished
          The boy has indeed gone, but
          the man is not yet ready to go”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
219 · Nov 2024
The Fusion Of Time
Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2024
If the past’s
not alive
The future
is dead

With memory
starving
Hope’s promise
unfed

What yesterday
gives us
Tomorrow
awaits

All hope
in the transfer
Of destiny’s
— fate

(The New Room: November, 2024)
219 · Jan 2022
Aenigma
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2022
Hard to love
—harder to know

(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
219 · May 2019
Great Grandfather John
Kurt Philip Behm May 2019
I love you but I don’t know you,
  I miss you, though you’ve never been here

I long for what the years have stolen…
   a vacant memory so dear

I feel you across the hallowed spectrum,
  of death and then beyond

Where our spirits write the words together…
   different verses—the same song

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
219 · Apr 2017
Silence Distills
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2017
Writing the lines,
  one word remains absent

To give the verse promise,
  new voices to fill

Speaking the words,
  I pause before ending

Taking a breath,
—as the silence distills

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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