Miraquill
Death & Taxes
Memory kills time,
as time kills life
Faster than a paid assassin,
colder than a dream that’s stolen
—surer than the tax man knows
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
kurtphilipbehm
Best selling Author and Poet. Sixteen books in publication. Favorite topics are 'Time' and its many deceptions.
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Into The Valley Of Death
Avarice…
the family of man
chasing the last baton
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022) -
Iron John
Conviction…
forcing our will
on the inertia of circumstance
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022) -
Wishes To Hope
The more I think I really know,
the less I understand
The farther out to sea I drift,
the more I miss the land
The stormier the days repeat,
my soul to chase the sun
The rules I once thought hard and fast,
denounced and on the run
The more I think, the less I feel,
my spirit inexcused
The hours spent off from myself,
those times I stay confused
As days fade into sleepless nights,
the moon to haunt my dreams
Where wishes live to hope again
—if I can just believe
(1st Book Of Prayers: June, 2019) -
Humbly I Pray
Tonight through the darkness,
I wander and crawl
The faces seem ghoulish,
my past to recall
Unsure of direction,
I listen for sounds
To possibly guide me,
as fire abounds
I look to my left,
as hooves thunder past
I look to my right,
and Beelzebub laughs
All colors have gone,
just the fieriest red
I live out my fear,
I live out my dread
One hope then to muster,
that faith remains true
And guides me inclement,
past demons anew
Despair almost total,
regret full in charge
I squint through the smoke,
there’s new light from afar
I plod on my knees,
and it grows brighter still
As the temperature drops,
and the moment is chilled
Once free of damnation,
my life starts again
With sacred commitment,
forgiven of sin
My tomorrows in passing,
I live for today
Belief in salvation
—as humbly I pray
(1st Book Of Prayers: May, 2019) -
The Summit
Climbing the mountain,
you walk on its rim
scratching the surface
never let in
Once at the summit
new footing takes hold
rock you can stand on
—legend foretold
Climbing the mountain
never look down
focus above you
reach for the crown
Others who failed
and others to come
will follow the tracks
—that lead zero sum
(The New Room: March, 2022) -
Unheard & Unknown
Without a reader
the poem is dead,
stillborn and lifeless
—buried unread
(Dreamsleep: March, -
MetaMorph
When feelings stop,
words take over
Emotion harried,
pen unleashed
Heart in limbo,
mind resurging
Muse in waiting
—time released
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022) -
Nauita Tempus
Our past is never
where its left,
the tide always returns
Those things unsaid
not put to bed,
like butter still unchurned
Returning once
returning twice,
its power built on fear
To undermine
those things adrift
—till anchored yesteryear
((The New Room: March, 2022) -
Hexed
Born under a bad sign,
verses time recalled
harder luck and trouble,
moments trapped and stalled
Born under a bad sign,
rock of ages sold
answers stay unquestioned,
bells no longer toll
Born under a bad sign,
darkness settles in
rumors take the place of truth,
wages buying sin
Born under a bad sign,
desperate to belong
days belay what lies conscript,
wordless—heartless—gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2022)
