Poems from Kurt Philip behm
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...
The gray dawn slaughtersthe promise of spring,a desperate last goodbye
Its poisonous haze mocksa sky forsaken,the sun again denied
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