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
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
Memories of a Life: Lost
Tattered leaves left scattered on the floor
Remnants of things that were valuable
Signs of life that have once been present Real
Now passed usefulness just leftovers to show what was
Shattered dreams left abandoned
Hopes that never were
Nothing left to covent
Wind blowing lost ambitions away
Yellowed with age
Pieces of a life as worthless as the pieces of paper that remain
Littered among the cobwebs and dust of neglect
Mere shadows , phantoms of another time
Another place
Another life
No one left to morn it
No one left to remember it
No one left to care
Thanos has taken his due
Leaving an empty place
Where abundance once ruled
It’s all gone now
Empty
Wasted
A place that even the memories now fade
In a decade … or maybe two
Even they will pass
And
Be
Gone.
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Illusion
Lost in my thoughts
Old in years
Young in my mind
Moments living moments
The past is nothing but dreams
Dreams of an instance
That to me just occurred
I live and relive
They just happened to me
An old man a young man
Middle aged it seemed
Time is just an illusion
It’s not real to me
I remember the events
Sequences, places, things
But all of it just happened
Or so it seemed to
Me
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Lux… Redux
Slipstream shadows
Wraith the passing mist
Lost in the empty nothingness
Of the odd
Moments pass in the brutal silence
Of forgotten lonely places
Peace sundered by an instant of
Truth… it all can pass
Blink from existence
Flash of clarity we are all temporary
Moments to come
Moments to go
Shadows really
Here then gone
Nothing left but an empty space
Where something had been
An hour a day
Lost in the past
Existing in the now
Eclipsed in tomorrow
Mere ashes, remnants
Creatures of the luminescent
Denizens of the mist
Energy passing to everlasting
As our forms fade
Taken by the forward fate
We leave this time… this space
The dust of its place
And move
On
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Eras.. Nevermore
Lost in the mist, faded dreams
Of times long past
Another life, another me
Someone I’ve forgotten, barely
A memory
Like so many scatter leaves
A time lay in my brain
Dead now, just scattered illusions
Of another time
Places once alive, now gone
Shadows once people
Long since passed
Faded pictures… lost long ago
Almost forgotten these moments
These times…
Years, brutal remnants harsh in their
Execution
Relentlessly beating, the rhythm of the
Seconds
Until we are not once more, but
Dust…swirling … then
Gone
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Path To Forever
Triple heart the wonder felt
Love actual , all at once
Alone , but not lonely
They kept on coming
Day and night, I was by myself
Yet they wanted me , stalked my
Electronic soul
They came , though I didn’t even know
Their names in the beginning
I met the first, just words on a screen
I fell in love with my imagination
And , an old phorograph
Though we had never met or talked directly
She told me she wanted me but craved
A daddy, lost in her past
Another , who needed a new life, a chance
To forget .. her past , her pain
A soul who was on fire faced the world
She was strong, but alone in herself
A woman who was chased by death
Yet, craved life
So many reasons, so many chances
So many dreams undrempt
Lifetimes of unfulfilled aspirations
Regrets and pain no joy had
Lost denizens of choices made wrong
Travelers searching for redemption
Hoping for renewal, seeking the elusive
Heart and ultimate love
From emptiness to abundance from anguish
To peace, they all come seeking forgiveness
For actions, they had no answer to
And reasons that could not be understood or
Undone
Time marched on , leaving my soul longing
For reconciliation, for desire , for them all
In silent tones, pondered , my weary mind
As each a fallen angel, yet a path of promise
As they grasp for their salvation in my eyes
Made anew in my arms, given solace in my
Touch
All needed peace in a warm embrace
All needed the security of a sure commitment
As they reach for my spirit, promising light
Promising physicality, promising sincerity
Of a loyal partner and a sure friend
As they fought, the rising flood of uncertainty
To gain the one prize , that was the greatest gift that had eluded them all
Home
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Innocence Lost
Lost the wonder in eyes unseen
A thousand days gone by
Winter to Spring to Summer unfolds
Then more Winters untold pass by
All the knowledge sought
All the Wisdom gained
Passes in the twinkling of an eye
The importance of the lifetimes accomplishments
Boiled down
To one moment at a time.
We enter this place
Then leave it soon
Leaving the moments as proof
We actually lived a life.
From where did we come?
Where do we go?
Are mysteries unknown to man
All we leave behind are those moments
Scattered like grains of sand
To mark our presence
The species called…
Man
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
