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
Action Breeds Consequence
Hate is not the opposite of love
Indifference is feeling nothing
Not caring, not giving
Emptiness is that cold place
Where hate grows
Especially if someone tries to take what’s yours
A good man can be forced bad
Evil rises in the fertilizer of animosity
As a man witnesses the disrespect
It calls to his soul to destroy the aggressor
With steel determination
Iron resolve
The lionheart strikes out
To decimate the interloper
Of the man’s love
No quarter given
No mercy implied
If you try to take another man’s love
It’s a quick way to die.
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
The Tundra of the Lonely Soul
I stand in the empty stillness
Alone… yet cold
The promise of the light is there
If temporarily
A promise
Of warmth, of Love , of life
Amongst the silence
Loneliness
A glimmer of hope
Redemption
Though it’s the in-between times
That tortures the soul
In whispers of diabolical words
Deeds
Anguish is conveyed
The mind is a most evil jailer
Punishing my promise
Damning my thoughts
Of what could be
A touch , a caress, a kiss
Of him
Woe my busy mind
My active imagination
My sundered heart
My soul cast to shadows
The shadows of uncertainty
It’s not knowing that is the tormentor
As I dwell there waiting,
Tic… tic…. tic
Alone with the hellscape
Of my bitter worries
As time stretches forward
I’m left to wonder
Is it my foolish pride, my stupid assumptions
Or is it I who is the ultimate fool
As I stand here in the nether gloom
Of my solitary countenance
Contemplating my own mortality
My own insolence
Believing the blessing of peace
Of love
Dwelling here alone
Hoping
Needing
In those empty moments
I dream of her
Only to have my salvation shattered
By the memory of her words
The coldness without her kiss
Those times feel like death
No peace to the heart without love
I see life , but with here
Every activity was just a day you died just a little
A life devoid of love is no life at all.
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Lost: In A World Filled With People
When did it happen?
When did you leave me?
Was it a word or a look?
Another man or my pride?
When was the moment you went away?
Emotional stability fails in the face of loneliness
How can I compete with a shadow, a dream?
How long has it been since you were mine?
I wonder each day, is there more I could have done?
A word, a song, an action that could have stimmed the tide?
Changed the outcome
Stopped the inevitable
Changes come, and changes go
Though you became another person
I remained the same
I gave everything that was mine to give
You still were gone
Not in an action or an instant
Yet , you left nonetheless
I could feel it, see it in your words
Your disrespect is evident in your deeds
You left me without a cause or an inkling
Just checked out, leaving no forwarding address
One day, I logged on, looking for a love
A word of solace
I was there
You were gone
The space was empty
I was alone.
Remnants: The Forgotten
Faded memories, lost in time
Shadows, the remains of a life
Forgotten remnants scattered
The remains once vibrant, rich,
Left to turn to dust
All those experiences, memories,
Gone now as there is no one left to remember them,
As time ticks on,
And us the faceless throng,
Pass into silence,
Did we matter at
All?
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Faded Memories: Lost In Time
Dusk the winters fading light
Reflects the dying of the era
Pentenial passing gone with a whimper
It passed in silence
With it, the memories disapate
As those who experienced it fell away
On the blade of temporal expediency
Gone the father, Mother lost to time
As the grains of sand mark the truth
Nothing is forever
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Dying Of The Light: Rage Against The Enemy Of Discontent
Made hard by life, by lack
Left alone to endure the cold places
Empty times when I trekked the storm blown plains
Plains of my own lost journey
When I was banished from my own existence
My own life
My own family
I, a stranger in familiarity
Known as the villain in my own saga
Challenged fate cursed the moment
Raised my fist to the sky
In the darkest of days , fear an enemy yet one the I dominated
As I stared down the hated gaze of my detractors
Shouted (Never!) To those wanton haters
That demanded submission, compliance
If I took a knee , it was in prayer
A prayer of strength
Of victory over the conquistadors of my belligerent adversaries
I will not go quietly
Surrendering to those who seek to author my fate, design my demise
I move forward against the bitter deluge
The violent winds
The angry sky
The storm is coming, the die is cast
War against the anarchist of my discontent inevitable
I stare into the tempest
My gaze locked on the future
As others falter in the progression of their moral intent
With my head up… my motivation, a righteous certainty
Endurance a surety
Embolden by my conviction
I Rise
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
