A question of purpose
As the moments mount
And the days fade
The question becomes relevant
Why persist ?
In the daily line of the meaningless
Actions
If there is no purpose
No reason
To just continue
When the line becomes monotonous
A rerun of the familiar
A boring cavalcade
Of.. well nothing
Do we exist for that one chance
One opportunity
That one shining moment
Out of 60 years of grey
The hope of eden
In the midst of the mundane
The chance for love
In the bitter precession
Of emptiness
A moment of light
To shatter an existence of darkness
A chance to truly live
After a lifetime of death
A reason for being
After a lifetime of sorrow
A moment of clarity
To finally define this lifetime
Of
Confusion
An Original Poem By H.R. Beebe
Visions Of Levi
In the midst of the lonely silence
It’s thoughts of you that sustain me
Though the darkness looms
It’s your light that guides
My singular trek
Through this world
As I contemplate the cold reality
Your presence warms
My chilling revelry
My bleak perspective
I see hope in your countenance
I see heaven in your smile
Your presence maintains me
Your existence my reason
To persevere against the
Endless onslaught of meaningless days
It’s your love that keeps me moving
When my reason falters
And my purpose escapes me
In the midst of my mundane
You are my Starburst
The essence of my hope
My answer to the pain
My reason for being
A shining beacon on a hill
Beckoning me forward in the darkness
Perseverance becomes my souls desire
As I look into your eyes
You are the promise that
The empty past
Can become a nightmare
That I can finally leave behind
And wake
To a future filled with love
And
You
An Original Poem By H.R. Beebe
Infinite In An Instant
Starburst
The light freed
In silence, it gained life
The purpose
Reason incarnate
Spared the redundancy
Of cycle
Of waste
Of pain
Life freed of the mundane shell
Infinite experience within grasp
Timeless in its incarnation
Limitless in its expression
Finally, to grasp the truth
Released from the illusion
You move through the doorway
To finally
See
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
In The Moment
Lost the innocence of unfettered youth
The peace in faith of knowing
That we live in the moment
Unchained by the future stress
Or the past regrets
Just surety we were free
To live safe in our awareness
Safe in that moment
We could simply be
Free to experience
Free to act
Alive in our being
We lived
Free
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Leaving The Past: To Become The Future
Sometimes, the dark
Is the reason for the light
The pain of loneliness
Gives way to the peace
Of finding another heart
In the day to day
We move through time
Hoping for the high road
A chance to live better
Want better
Even when you live alone
In the moment
The hope is there
For a chance at more
Better
After giving everything you can
The hope is still there
A chance for understanding
A chance for love
To get moments
I suffered for
Yearned for
A lifetime of living for another
Living as someone else
Never for myself
Just me
Change meant letting go
Of the pain
Of the past
Change meant walking away
From who I was
To finally become
Who I want to be
To finally become
Me
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Lucifers Revenge
In silence, pondering
The lost wonder
Lost innocence of
A life forced into survival
To struggle against those
Sworn to protect
Sworn to represent
Their black hearted betrayal
A mockery of the past
The honored dead mocked
As legacy gives way to ideology
And plot overcomes decency
The barbarians pillage
Rape and murder
As leaders sip champaign
And toast their sedition
Behind walls, they say, are racist edifices
To defend the border but not their interests
Money begets greed
Power begets treason
Drunk on the blood of the innocent
They revel in their intellect
Congratulate their narcissistic agenda
Genocide wets their appetites
As they wage war on humanity
Their dreams of conquest
Warm their psychopathic hearts
Death being their mantra
As they pledge to Luciferic oaths
They burn the world
And cheer the chaos
As a fitting end to
The race called
Man
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
I Love: The Evolution Of The Soul
In wonder
I contemplate in quiet reverie
Of the spectacle
My life has evolved into
Through the seasons of
A moment .. racked with a speculation
Of what was
But who knew such a fate could transpire
As winter changed to spring
To summers sunny countenance with
Hopes, born in bright experiences
Purpose made real
In shades of orange and yellow fire
Opportunity was evident
Only to pass to fall with its bleak awareness
That Dusk approaches
In shades of grey
Dark hues made real
With the first snow
The dead time draws near
As Fate a cruel master
Makes it presence apparent with
Thanos close behind
Love will die in the face of the truth
Even the strongest sees the truth
As the clarity reveals itself
By the light of day .
Fates Folly
Lost in the images
Doors to different feelings
Different faces
Different futures
Possible futures
Impossible losses to be experienced
Obsession the naked ego
To need everything
Want everything
Only to understand
Fates cruel trick
Fates merciless motive
After a lifetime to give everything, a man could dream of
Only to punish him in the same action
Leaving the choice an unbearable act
The sword of Damocles waiting to drop
You can have one future
But not all
With a blessing comes a curse
Pain with pleasure
A Masochistic moment
Choose your path
But , live with the choice
With love comes pain
Choose your action
Actions have consequences
You will be loved
But you will be hated
The balance will be maintained
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
In The Mirage Of The Moment
What is the truth?
Hidden in plain sight
Why the smoke of false promises
Betrayal of omission
In the image of the real
What is love
What is life
In the presence of what is not
But portrayed
As you show a facade
A mask
The person I met
Do I know or was I played
In a game Unknown to me
Purpose: What purpose could it have?
Who am I?
Am I real, either
Or just a digital creation
Existing to facilitate
A connection
That’s already broken
It just hasn’t registered
In Time
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Consequences And Rewards
A quest for love
As I weigh the scales of possibility
Chances for happiness
Among the distant questions
Questions of futures
Some wistful
Some promising
Some fantastical
The choices arrayed before me
In shades of red, brunette, and pink
Love?
Caring or just need?
What is real?
What would last?
I stand at the precipice
A single step to begin
Another path of destiny
Another choice of fate
Is it avarice
To want it all?
Will I be rewarded for my efforts
My love?
Is it the path of heaven I see before me?
As I raise my foot to progress
I wonder
Or is it a hell of my own creation?
Am I the luckiest man in the world?
Or a fool?
I contemplate eden
A peace I have chased my whole life
With the first rays of dawn, I took the step
Though to be honest
I wasn’t sure if this was the first Ray of Dawn
Or the dying light of Dusk
Light or darkness
A single step would determine the truth
My future is determined by
A single choice
A single step
A single act
Clarity becomes purpose
Actions have consequences
The choice has been
Made.
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
