Luna gives her eternal glow, yet she
has wandered, her trek lost in the sky
Seeking her celestial companion who has equally lost his way.

In silence I watched as my love

faced the darkness of pain

and confusion

Of tears..of fear..as her stress

was painted on her body in broad

strokes

The sure knowledge of future hell

projected as a tremor manifested

in a already pained left arm

I suffered each moment as a helpless

spectator of her personal torment a

devil’s shadow on her silent struggling body

The truth of the moment ran cold through me..I knew what it meant to be alone in the pain; a kinship of souls facing dark and uncertainty together..yet apart

Made aware of our finite existence..In a moment of stark reality..we are forced to look at our own mortality.

A moment of silence a
true gift of God

As I contemplate the
pain of survival of
earning a wage

In scarlet..in chaos
phantom demons
torture an unrelenting
man who won’t
give in to
his humanity

Violent stress the
constant reminder
of peace..lost

Holding lives in his
hands..

A terrible responsibility
A fearsome task

Only a man..
With a man’s weaknesses
A man’s fear

Time ticks by as he stood
there..maintaining..
Just maintaining

Even on a quiet day
the pressure
remains.

The only action left
him..
Is to keep moving
Just keep
Moving

Why?
Does everyone chase money..
It’s an illusion..
Power become an all encompasing need
Then it slips through your fingers
Material , the houses, the cars, the clothes
All temporary, fleeting..then
Gone
This world is changing, fluid
Nothing is as it seems
Lost are the dreams of youth
Caught up in a whirlwind of the now
Not even memories can remain
Untouched
A month..a day..a hour..
Then gone..
The only thing left is this very moment..
Only a smile..
Only a hug..
Only a touch..
Live each moment as if that is all you have..
Because it..
Is..

An Original Poem by H R Beebe 2017

I stand a man alone yet surrounded
Trying to understand, the mysteries
Of a millennia, that changed
The books unwritten
The history untold
A sign up ahead said “Repent”
I turned then looked again it said “Eat at Sid’s'”
How can a world be so solid
So Real, then suddenly
Gone
I stand a man alone against an enemy
Yet, not know his name
Man, Machine,
Something else
Tortured, knowing people will suffer
If I can’t find it.. prove it.. stop it
While others spend their time proving
there is even a problem
I search for a faceless foe
A devil in the blind
Who knows my name
Who sees me coming
Will I succeed? Will I fail?
The ending is yet to be written
Yet, known from the begining
As the story
Continues..

An Original Poem by H R Beebe

Looking past the trees
The sky was angry and
tears fell on those lost and
found as they moved toward
somewhere and nowhere
I stood with cold hands and
dirty socks wondering if
I should try to be civil or just
buy a soda and walk my own
path..the bus came as my head
got wet..and I found that just like life
The bus refused to give me a ride
Correct change only
I stepped off, and started to walk
the tears I held , began to obscure
the bleak path.. the sky’s pain flowed
freely, I walked on..

An Original Poem by H R Beebe

In the space of silence we hold our secret heart
The real desire that goes unanswered
No peace, even alone knowing we are
seen as nothing more than chattel, property
Used or not, a thing to be ignored unless needed
As the coldness grows inside, a bitter truth,
we are alone, in a room of people, alone even when a partner draws near
An illumination, reality is rarely what we like or think it is…
Hatred becomes the armor, that protects our sanity, cold and merciless
We pretend, that everything is fine even when we struggle with the inter demons
Are tortured with the true, we can’t leave
No running, no chance to repair what has been irretrievably destroyed.
Alone, until we find, alot of other souls walking the same path.
An though solace is found in sharing pain
The fact remains…
When we go home…we are still alone..
Still.. owned
Still silent in..our..tears…

An Original Poem by H R Beebe

I’m lost in my own mind
Where only I can go
No one truly knows me
Only the piece of me I
show
In peace and in pain
That only I know
I face the shadows of
forgotten days
And the phantoms that still
dwell there
A Lifetime of fears
I challenge each time
I close off the world
And travel backward
In time.

An Original Poem by H R Beebe

It’s happening again..
That old pain,
The fear I remember
So well
I thought it was over
When the funeral ended
But, it reappeared
Like a ghost
from the past haunting
Me..
Trying to pull me
Back..
To the darkness
A demon, tormenting
Me
Knowing my
Weakness
And playing to it
To break me..
I won’t break
Reminding me of
The moment
I was alone
Truly alone
I won’t back down
Mirroring my loss
Of self all those
Year’s ago..
But, I’m still here
I refuse to fear the
Shadows
I refuse to return to the
Past
I refuse to lose my
Sanity
I will not be driven
To my knees
By an illusion
I will not be beaten
By a memory
And so I will…
Stand.

An Original Poem by H R Beebe

I woke to the whispering rain
Shadows, moved the day’s darkness
Cold pain, stark continence
Moved forward the dreamscape

A thousand motions, responses few
A wonder, that knew many
Yet, few truly knew
Resembled the night, he was cold
Sometimes unforgiving

The dream was self evident
It’s theme, though familiar
Was a mystery to the day

Murmurs could be felt in
A rhythmic crescendo
It’s secret, never shared

When will it be time
Time to just walk toward
A dark sand beach
Or to be

Through all the shame
All the pain
Fear made a lessor
Man buckle, cringe in failure

While the mountains stood tall
To be a stone, or a tree standing
Is the model, be there, in the now
No ideas of what wasn’t
To be that moment
Free to act, to be silent

The wonder is to understand
Like the mountain..like the stone
And the tree
Manifest the moment
Yet, know that you
Are
More..and
Be ..
Free..

An Original Poem by H R Beebe