80 Quotes by Kurt Philip Behm

My swing is then adjusted / as words take off and fly / And landing safe beyond the trap / to make the devil cry.

Through the good times and bad, / I held onto my anger / Either happy or sad, / it was never a stranger.

Never shout into the void / —when you can whisper to the heart.

The gray dawn slaughters / the promise of Spring / Winter’s desperate last goodbye

Stuck on the broken landing / Of a stairway to nowhere / My mood no longer elevated / My spirit remiss of song / Looking over the railing / Into a history that I buried / A ladder appears above me / But when I step—its rungs are gone.

The mouthpiece of ignorance / is gossip / The wellspring of gossip / —is lies

Pain in the doing, ease in the writing. Memory calls distant,words answer back. Time of no meaning, experience flows. Images resurface—feelings attack.

Before you fall, / you've got to stand / Your voice once stalled, / fates reprimand / The paradigm floats, / on swamps that drain / Where praise cries out / —false hope again.

Allowed to grow unfettered, allowed to grow unnamed. Allowed to grow beyond myself, connected once again.