Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
Is consciousness God…
his church the sublime
As we look incorrectly,
ever hoping to find
His very existence,
the womb that enwraps
...
Too good for himself,
and the place he was in
His lover reminded,
before leaving in sin
Her path was left open,
her exit his gate
To...
You can forever buy in,
without hanging on
The moment anointed,
to reign till it’s gone
There’s a time to hold tight,
and a time to let...
There’s no bigger threat
than what’s still left to know
Its backbone religion,
as it sits on its throne
What cannot be stated
and...
Neither left wing nor right
conservative or liberal,
he goes about his day
Living outside the parameters
of deception,
hell in heavens...