…lost in the past
When the sun shown
And..I was someone else
A teen who didn’t really
Care..about the future
The next experience..
High on life..a touch
A fight..a drink with
The night..comforted by
Her smile..even when I
Was alone.. I felt free
To run or just exist..
Others lit their smokes
As we chased..it..
A place to be.. with
Someone or no one
We lived..vagabond dreams
Thought that we were on
The brink.. of something
Anything..
Then the world changed
We found.. we weren’t there
Anymore..we travelled..leaving
..for the unknown
Some left this world…
As we became someone
Else..
Lost that..Freedom in.. it’s place
We became secure..
Dreamers.. stuck in our reality
At times..alone in our sureness
We became the things we were
Trying to escape.. adults..
Slaves to purpose..
Responsible..families..jobs..
Bound by certitude..
Freedom became a memory
To hide, to remember, to long for..
As we slowly carry our chains
To the summit of our choices
Then toward our decent to
the old fears made real..
As our peers move on until
I stood alone.. with only
Memories of the light..
And..
Youth.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

Why?
Does life feel
Empty..
As we search for
Meaning..
Is it sex?
Money?
Acceptance?
Notoriety?
Why?
Do we keep looking
For something
We
Could possess
Already..
Peace is the Key..
Faith is the door..
To the
Way..

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

…what I remember is the
anguish,
The feeling of shock, then
fear
As I checked this reference
and that video
I wrote constantly, I posted
my findings
People online thought I was
mad
As I tried to reconcile everything
I knew with what I was seeing
how could I have missed this?
Yet, there it was right in front
of me..
The world of the real..was a lie
a phantom
Changing, shifting..like the sand
on a windswept beach
When did this begin?
Who did this?
Was I real..was anyone real?
If this place we call reality, is
as malleable as it appears
Then the actual reality must
be something else
Why, where are we really?
I felt lost in a dream, no a
nightmare..
Where nothing is what it
seems..
A world populated by shadows,
Where the most fearful thing..
Is I…might be a shadow…
Too..

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

the end
When the darkness overtakes
The light..for an instant
Every evil manifests
Plagues of demons make
themselves known
Seven years or a thousand
Makes no difference
If you have faith in Him
Then..the end
Is really the
Begining

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

Fires burn to light the indignity
Of the rage that stirred
Street after street
Violence moved as a
living thing
Stealing the peace
One block at a time
One store at a time
The city consumed itself
In utter mindlessness
As acts meant for protest turned to
Riots
One man’s tragedy became a city’s
Shame

Wind in heather
A bright blue day
in Spring’ embrace
A exerience of youth
Of Freedom
Of Love
Of Life

For one who has grown
cynical
Whose grown old
Moments of youth
are treasure
To be savored
To be sought after
To be cherished..
A Smile
A Giggle
A Forgotten Day
Remembered
A Forgotten youth
Relived..if only for
A
Moment

Darkness now a friend
As smoke filled the sky 
 the flames leapt toward
The intersection..of death
and chaos..
They ran here..they ran there
Fear thick..it stalked the streets
It’s victim..in the shadows..yet unseen
Loss..the symbol for a lie told to
justify.. a mobs rule
Justice took the train out of town as
hate found a new home
One man’s murder.. a reason for another
Justify as needed..
A mother stands up against a misguided
son..
As a man calls for more murder..more violence..more.. more.. more ..
Satan rented a condo here..as God shed a tear..
Obama blamed the police..as the DA charged them all..
This is not justice.. This is not justice..
And, it didn’t bring peace..
The nation held its breath..the world watched the spectical..
Another mother morned her sons death..
Here is the simple fact..Every life matters..

Hear a question loud
Racism is the same..whatever the flip
Black or White really isn’t the point
Justification of your violence
is wrong all around
All lives matter..race isn’t the point
If you try to justify killing..If you try to justify hate for whatever purpose
Your wrong
White privilege is a lie
Black targeting is a lie
Those who want power are the real enemies
They are the reason why
Everybody else is being made targets
Of these death causing
Lies

Frost..the act of winter death
The heart whose time had came
and left
A sacrament on the alter of Fall’s last
breath
The snow marks its lifes blood passing
away..dead leaves a testament to its existense
White covers the corpse of trees that had
shed their last leaf..
Renewal their last dream..of sun and warmth..
As death takes them
The moon rose..
Behind a cloud filled sky

Twilight Lost
the light
left in
relief
The landscape stood
In silent
Witness
A cold stark
Image
of what was
and will be
Secreted
Communication
Hidden from
the shining world
A ward of
Shadows
Guiding unknown
the path of
darkness
Ever A
Mystery  to
the day
Icy Heart
Images of
A world separate
by a moment
So close
Yet
ever parted
Lovers destined
to face
Lonliness
A love never
Realized

March 2016 HRB