I feel like a ghost in the machine
I’m here as me, but not real
To the rest
I believe when Im told
However, maybe because I’m a empath
The pain I hold is sometimes more than mine
I am a friend, a comforter, a confidant
Yet, truth be told
I’m just a place holder
A substitute
For “real”, held in place by
Emotions that seem real
However, are they, really?
Or, just a ghost like me
To talk to
Share with
Then
Gone
I logged in
You were off line.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

Lost the luster, of my youth
A generation, not raised but rushed
We weren’t taught the lessons of
our forebearers
Left to find, what our parents had
done
Forced to face our predecessors
failures, alone with many still
paying for foolish youth as adults
Passing their failure
Not facing it
Our world became skewed
Empty, Meaningless
As we watch it crumble
A piece at a time
We feared the return of
The past, as War loomed
Then it fell apart
The buildings crumbled
As War began
Our children’s Vietnam
A decade lost to time
We watched the war
We fought and died
We always believed it would
End
The world divided
Who was the enemy?
No matter who we conquered
Always Another
In the end we may find
when the smoke clears
The enemy was
Us.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

Alone, no matter who is near
As the losses mount..
to many losses
The sanctuaries I have had, seem
lost now, I can find no solace
No peace
I search for a solitary moment
Of quiet, to calm my soul
To uplift my spirit
And find, dry desolate ground
Where the grass once grew
Darkness is not a thing, but
An absence of it ..
As death is not a thing, but
The absence of it..
I cry out in my pain, driven
at times to my knees by it
Comfored by the only One
who truly understands
Even as it
Continues.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

From time immemorial the lights
guided our way through the
azure landscape
The surety of there apparent
stillness, lead our way
Yet, we abided on a fable that
though peace giving was
false
Our position was troubled,
our place unknown as
The truth became visible
The grand vista, the marvelous
canvas, revealed it’s true nature
before us, a skyscape we
never knew
As we witnessed the change
Standing in awe and wonder
At the spectacle playing out
before our eyes
We understood, for perhaps
the first time
That we lived in a reality
We never really knew, and
The vastness of the deception
That had transpired, to us
Leaving us to a strange sky
Bequeath an even stranger
world
We thought was our home
Yet, in the end was
not.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

The land changed, in blink of an
eye.. it change
Leaving an image of what was in the brick red soil
A shadow..
An Echo
Is what remained
Each time we cascaded in another
one, the energy came
A wave, A frequency change
The energy washed over the land
The planets, a star now made white
Transformed into a blinding orb
Beating down, yet it is lessened
An Echo.. of A once yellow beauty
Deformed into that thing in the sky
Time is nothing, Space a mere medium
A dark sea, on which we find our solar
system afloat in.. as we move..where to
A Mystery
The sky darkens in azure and grays, yet even
that exists as if a picture,
An Echo, of it’s wonder, as if mechanical
A image, recreated nightly without the
splendor or passion which was the
nocturnal experience
As we watched the changes, we hoped to
understand, the why, the colors melded into
day break. We pondered in awe, as we saw
the changes
Some cried
Some lamented the world we lost
While still others walked on oblivious
Completely unaware of their own nature
Their own circumstance
Their own World
Which was now a mere shadow of what was
Like a film noir, where the real world is
lost in darkness
This is where humanity now resides
lost in their ignorance, just shadows moving
because it’s what they did.. and still do
zombies feeding off each other..
Mere images..
Shadows
Echos

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

Something is coming
I feel it, just there outside
my sight
A devil in the mist
A demon from the pit

I tried to tell others
They couldn’t hear me
Like a cloud in a storm
My words, just blew away

The world is different now
The old has passed away
A new day, a new Paradigm
As the day shifted to night

Everything is changing,
There is no residue
Nothing to show
Like a Ghost in the dark
That disappears with the
first light

If you can hear my words
If you can feel it too
The time is now
As Fall is upon us
And Winter
Is Soon

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

In Silence We stand
Contemplating A Question
An Enigma Of Our Time

As Each Mind Challenged It
The Problem Became More Daunting
More Monumental And, Yet Impossible To
Grasp

The Changes Were Different Now
Faster Somehow, Random In Purpose
What Intellect, Conceived Such Chaos
God? Satan? And Why?

As Bulwark Of Reality Falls Away, We Witness
A new Paradigm..Shifting Our Conciousness
Making Us Understand, Nothing Is Mundane,
Nothing Is Solid, Reality Is Fluid, Changing

Even We Are Changing, Time Is Not Moving
Only We Are, As We Look Into The Coming
Changes.. We Stand Amazed, Not At The
Changes, We See.. But At The Fact..

That Others Can’t See them.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

No Peace when you try
To change an action that
can’t be changed
Like a storm at sea, all you
do is survive or perish

Sometimes, sorry doesn’t
fix the pain, sometimes
What is broken happened
long ago
The damage though not
your fault, can’t be mended
by words.

Have the strength to endure the
pain of knowing this situation
is not ok
And, the understanding to stand
strong, even if you stand alone

In the end, understand you can’t fix
what you didn’t break
So all you can do is keep moving forward
And, maintain.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

In the corner it sat on a end table
In shadow
An antique, I’m told
Though who said it escapes me
Measuring time, a grain at a time
The hour glass would serve it’s
Purpose, as if nothing else mattered
A grain at a time, counting the present with
The future always a grain away
I watched as my life passed
With sanguine slowness
Flip, an hour drains away
Flip, more presents..another future
I began to question what if…
There is no real..space..
No real galactic constant
Even though, the grains fell
What if something else were at play
Showing us what we expect to see
Yet, what if for an instant we expected
Something else, would the universe
Change? If there are no galactic
Constants, then what if we choose
To see..something else..
With that I turned to stare at into
the darkness
At the glass standing there, counting down
today’s a grain at a time , yet just for a
moment I suspected my rational mind
just seeing what was before me..
After, a couple of seconds..it stopped
Suspended between the present and the
past. Then a single grain of sand flew
Upward..

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

Lost in a world that once
had light
Had hope
Had wonder
Now it is in shadows of
Uncertainty
With everything changing
Different
Nothing remains of my
Constant solid reality
But, the memories
I feel like a child again
Everything a new idea
Everything a new experience
I look around me, and see
Confusion, loss, fear..
With a single light remaining
Burning Bright in the darkness
Guiding, Sure..
As the rest fades..
Then is
Gone
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe