Kurt Philip Behm Sayings and Quotes

Below you will find our collection of inspirational, wise, and humorous old kurt philip behm quotes, kurt philip behm sayings, and kurt philip behm proverbs, collected over the years from a variety of sources.


Through the eyes of a child, —is your heart then set free     

Kurt Philip Behm

If you live your life correctly,death walks close by your side. To constantly remind you, that time’s not on your side. Your choice on how to handle,to ignore or then befriend. Will change your life completely —as each day begins again     

Kurt Philip Behm

A Cowboy never says goodbye, / it’s not in his nature.     

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A warrior’s tears blood from above, his fury unleashed in a most perfect love. Though few understand it a life heaven loaned, dying immortal.     

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Marking time in present tense old memories left to rust. The past a distant reverie its truth beyond my trust. Looking straight into the sun my eyes reopen wide. A last reflection staring back remembrance so divine.     

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Only through the act of self-reflection — is the Creator truly known     

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Passing through its own reflection, eternity is beauty — and beauty is truth.     

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Do thoughts control what knowledge seeks, does reflection hold the key.     

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Living on the surface, your reflection flat and clean     

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A mirrored reflection of what never comes out.     

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A highway of regret… / an avenue of denial.     

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Like a vase containing flowers, a writer becomes a vessel for words / Beyond seconds, minutes, and hours, displaying lines set to bloom in what’s heard.     

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Memories of memories, / illusions called the past / Their structure self deceptive, / inside our minds ill cast     

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Like clubs inside my golf bag / each verse a different face / Some to drive straight down the course / others lift and then embrace.     

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

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

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

Kurt Philip Behm

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

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

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How at a crossroads he there stood / a lighthouse shining, and always would.     

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The Poet of Las Vegas Boulevard / steals emotion from the night / Holding a vigil in the darkness / waiting for the light     

Kurt Philip Behm

My Grandfather was a Poet, / my Father was a thief / Their spirits fight to own my soul / —my Son in cradle sleeps / My Grandfather spoke of beauty, / my Father spoke of sin / The truth now locked within a voice / —whose key I leave to him     

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Like eating your own cooking, / do you favor what you write / Do the words digest completely, / —the stove again to light / As you walk that final mile, / in those shabby cobblers shoes / Will you then embrace at last, / —what was never yours to lose     

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I hate the word clever, it seeks to demean.     

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His words left behind / to inspire and remind / —of those things that we still have to learn     

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Everything written to inspire / makes the old new again / In ways that only / the heart can feel / —and the spirit know     

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Beyond genius the spirit flies, beyond genius the mood decries.     

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Beyond genius the heavens sing beyond genius that final thing. Beyond genius the heavens sing beyond genius that final thing.     

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Victim of passion / purveyor of lies / Betrayer of talent / bending the I     

Kurt Philip Behm

The blonde playing hopscotch / had a tattoo / In a collision of eras / her ponytail flew     

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