Poems from Kurt Philip behm

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Sometimes love just isn’t enough, as destiny calls within   Orphaning passion, emotions untether, lost to Cupid’s whim   Never requited,...
The price of love is loss   Its bill both old and new   A cost that must be paid   With feelings torn and strewn    (Dreamsleep: December,...
You climb up a mountain for the beautiful view   Its challenge seductive, a call to renew   The higher it takes you the farther you see  ...
I can no longer afford what my folly has purchased    Return not an option   —my bank account dry   (Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
Up is not a direction, but an intention   Down is not an intention, but a reflection   Across is neither intention nor reflection   Towards...

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