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      A Shadow Faded

Freedom, shadows in the past
An empty field, nothing standing
Are we living under our own rights
Morality, or Mortality
Whose hand holds the reins

We think we know, yet
Do we , Really?
We appear to be living in the past
In a place, where inalienable
Actually meant something

Hidden, the real, the true
Slaves, without chains
Chains, without links
The secrets, that are not
Shone,
Yet, we are being forced
To our knees

Without , Understanding

A document,  in time
To enumerated our future
A number, A line it spelled out
Our freedoms, Our new future

Mankind rejoiced, A future unbridled
Freedom for all, past history to be forgotten
Only to find Our future, was secretly
Hijacked, by those who stood in shadow

We believed our future wasn’t written
Yet, in time, those who could see
Recognized,  the same patterns
The same actions

We found, we were enslaved
By the same ideas
That killed, the ideas in the past
The Shadow, of Freedom fading

Until, it ceased to be seen
At all.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

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The Mirror Of The Real

Defined by your reality
Justified by your friends
Vilified by your enemies
You are part of a reality

Sins, of the days
Carry us into the darkness
Convinced, you are just fulfilling
Your life’s path, as you continue

Your image, distorted as it is
In the mirror of your own morality
Thinking, this is what mortality
Has to offer,  darkness

As you walk the path of delusion
Thinking as you do, that you are
The first, to pass this way
The sense of selfish righteousness

The older you get, you either
Become aware of the fools path
You have walked, and fight for the , light
Or the dark takes you , as you become
Nothing
Just a pile of dust, and dry bones

Forgotten, pictures that crumble
Just as their subject did
In the end…forgotten
As they turn to dust,  and
Are
Gone.

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We Stand

I am the one that the Marxist hate
Because I’m White, not racist
They try,  to blame me, but they can’t
Americans are family, race isn’t a thing

I follow an idea, called freedom,
With it’s statutes given by God
Spelled out in the Constitution
I believe in the Oath
I believe in the Flag

I support those who have stood
As our vanguard,  defending our
beliefs, their souls our bulwark
Their lives our legacy of Freedom

Our colors don’t run, our Liberty
The shield that defends our honor
Though, you may hate our history
You will witness, us Standing in
The end,  you may think you succeeded

In squelching the ideas we espouse
But, as the smoke begins to clear
You See us on one knee, your victory
Taken, as you hear us, as one voice
Echoing Amen..

We rise as one, and now the real fight
Has just begun.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

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I Watch It Pass

The window shows the scene, a freedom
if you are willing to take it
And, yet most will look on as they sit wishing
their lives away and never experiencing it
So as the view changes, so changes their desire
It leads to sleepless nights, and restless days
At the thought, of the future, the old worries
arise, lost in a past that has worn out it’s welcome
Each sleepless night, I pay homage to the past
As the world changes outside my window
But, I never do…

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A Question of Fate

I am in the shadows
A war in my presence
Enemies unseen
I slipped their attempts

I try to stay aware
Yet, I am a target
Death, a presence
Ever close, waiting

Some how, I am still here
I have an angel, watching
Even as the worse events
play out

The end, appears close
Yet, I hear a voice saying
“Wait…endure….”
Even as my world is destroyed

Endure, as everything is taken
And, is gone…
I watch as the smoke ascents
Nothing left , just ashes and
Smoke..

In sack cloth, with ashes on my head
Repenting my life, and the moment
of my conception
I endured in my misery

And, then the light came… first
a beam then two angels to lift
me out of my sorrow

They spoke of forgiveness
They spoke of a new covenant
All that was, I will be blessed
with again
Not one life that was taken in
vain

Though, I knew their words were
true
As they took their leave of me
Still, I felt the pain
Of being
Human

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A Single Truth      

 

She was all I had
She was all I wanted
As the world becomes hell
I face the darkness knowing
I got what I wanted

Through the tempest, I stood
my ground
A hundred demons stood against
me
I didn’t blink, I never feared them
I knew she was there

As Civilizations crumble
I walked amongst the ruins
I survived as it all collapsed
The stars fell, as the sky changed
The people ran, and hid their faces

She walked by my side
Everything, was gone
An though the powers that were
no more

She was all that I had left
She was all I needed
The world was just a facade
A stage where she taught me

Who I really was, in the chaos
And, who I needed to be
As we walked the path
She showed me the light
In amongst all the darkness
She was my light

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Being

            

If you think I am a denizen of this
reality
You would be mistaken
I am not controlled
By Thought
By The Physical
By The Program
I am not controlled
I see through the Program, the Process
the Indoctrination
My purpose is to see the Truth
be Free
So if you are looking for a slave
It’s not Me
If you want to be involved in Control
I will not be there
If you want the Truth
I can’t teach it or tell you it…
But..
I can show you the path..
You will have to walk it for Yourself
That is my Pupose…
I am a beginning point
A sign post..
That is what I am
I am Free
If you want true Freedom
Follow Me..

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Hidden Secret

Funny, how control takes so many
forms
The girl next door, the teachers who
pretend they have authority,  yet just
indoctrinated
The coach who threatened to destroy
your future
Control
Just the secret, no one sees yet it is right
in front of you
Everything, is meant to imprison you
Your body, your heart, your mind, your will
The prison is the world, believe what your
told…Control
Believe, your heart, learn what you are taught
do what you are told
Control
Physical Love is all there is, the Physical world is all that there is
Control
Believe what the church says,
Control
Except, the program you have been given
Control
You are Free, remember that, You are Free
Control…

Slave.

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An Errant Soul Found

I have a secret, it took a long while
to understand
I am my own man, I don’t require
another person to grant me self worth
With age grants understanding

You can’t lead me, control me or force
me into a box called normal

I don’t need constant supervision,  or
a person to decide my fate
Win or lose, I am my own person
Those younger might judge me, yet truth
is I don’t care what the world thinks of me

I have been, son,brother,husband and father
I served my country, and did every labor job
you can think of
Being forced back into someone else’s idea
of who I should be is not happening

I’m too old, too jaded and I am not ruled by my
biological urges, or someone else’s whims
I control my destiny,  and will never go back
to the fool I once was

I will walk my own path, alone or if you choose to follow, but I will never surrender my
will again.

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The Material Lie

From the nothingness hope came
Like the vastness of space
And, just as uncertain
Is a belief without comprehension

To travel, to live in the moment
For a moment, may be all you possess
Search, for a understanding
Just outside your grasp

A feeling that so much is present
Yet, it is perception that is the key
That you seek, and is withheld
However, even in dispute it exist there

Like the light of a single candle
Glowing in the darkness, to remind you
That, though you can’t perceive it
Hope, elusive as it is, exists a prize to
found

The earth, though it appears a hell
To be suffered, as one of it denizens
Damned to endured, remaining
Alone, within your own cell
A cell of your own construction

Hope, is a possibility of a redemption
Of your own creation as well
The ability to finally see beyond the
construct
To understand the purpose, instead of
looking at materials that comprise it

In that moment,  you finally see
The purpose,  instead of the thing itself
You eyes will finally open, you exist within
the construct, yet not part of it

You finally gain perception,  true perception
The blindness that afflicted you falls away
You finally understand, it was right in front
of you all along
The hope you had sought, was never something to found , searched for

It was within you from the beginning.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe