from pain to pain
Shadows move toward
me
Memories like hot spikes
Shake me to the core
I remember images
Of…
Something..disjointed
Fear..
Faces pass in kaleidoscope
fashion
I shake and feel helpless in
turn..
I fight through the dread to
Challenge it..
Fight to not fall to the ground
and give in to old feeling…
The shadows close in..
Yet..
I turn..
To face the old demons
Alone..
Again..

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

Divided..we stand
Fighting, yet we are the same
Our blood spills, painting the
streets
We have heard the same battle
cry for hundreds of years
Yet, we fight for a lie
Divided we will be conquered
made slaves of the state
They tell their lies to push
us to eliminate each other
They will kill who is left..
Denying one side a chance
to be educated
Giving only enough to
survive
While giving the other side
alittle more only take it away
While holding them up as a
target, an enemy
“Saying this your enemy”
Truth is both sides are slaves
They just provide alittle more
So that they breed contempt
In the other side.
In the end, both sides will see
The true enemy, and will know
They were used, as they are being
Destroyed.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

Question the Love
Is it warm..the summer sun?
Hot like a coal in the fire?
Lukewarm as a bath that has sat
to long?
Question the Love to know if it’s
right
Will they be there every night?
To hold your hand, to dry you’re
tears?
Will they be there for the pain and
listen to rain with?
Question the Love as time goes by
If they are there for the bad as well
as the good
That is real and true
The rest were just shadows..
Who you never really knew.
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

We lost each other in
The rain..
A tear separated our
Souls
Destiny just wasn’t
Our game..
Even though I wanted
More..
The clouds darkened
The sky..
As we parted..
Knowing..as I did
There would be no
Finishing what we
Started..
As you went away…
And I went
Home…
Not everything is meant
To be..
Sometimes…the Prince
Is left
Alone…

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

…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