80 Quotes by Kurt Philip Behm

The perfume of your silence lingers,—in scented feelings without words.

If only insight could be replayed, / like a Mozart symphony / Then epiphany’s light would shine on all / —in communal rhapsody.

When the feelings are polished,--- the words can remain rough.

Our perception trapped in entropy / Keeps the order one direction/ Our search for meaning stacked upon / —a theory not to last.

Can the lie you’ve lived before today—get one last second chance?

I’m tired of forgiving, / —your constant complaining / But I’m most tired of wishing, / —when the hope turns to pain

Innocence bleeding, within the deep warm incision of a preternatural beginning.

Because in the end, a community of friends / —let you rise and then stand tall.

Dancing to the music inside a mountain garage.