In Silence We stand
Contemplating A Question
An Enigma Of Our Time

As Each Mind Challenged It
The Problem Became More Daunting
More Monumental And, Yet Impossible To
Grasp

The Changes Were Different Now
Faster Somehow, Random In Purpose
What Intellect, Conceived Such Chaos
God? Satan? And Why?

As Bulwark Of Reality Falls Away, We Witness
A new Paradigm..Shifting Our Conciousness
Making Us Understand, Nothing Is Mundane,
Nothing Is Solid, Reality Is Fluid, Changing

Even We Are Changing, Time Is Not Moving
Only We Are, As We Look Into The Coming
Changes.. We Stand Amazed, Not At The
Changes, We See.. But At The Fact..

That Others Can’t See them.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

No Peace when you try
To change an action that
can’t be changed
Like a storm at sea, all you
do is survive or perish

Sometimes, sorry doesn’t
fix the pain, sometimes
What is broken happened
long ago
The damage though not
your fault, can’t be mended
by words.

Have the strength to endure the
pain of knowing this situation
is not ok
And, the understanding to stand
strong, even if you stand alone

In the end, understand you can’t fix
what you didn’t break
So all you can do is keep moving forward
And, maintain.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

In the corner it sat on a end table
In shadow
An antique, I’m told
Though who said it escapes me
Measuring time, a grain at a time
The hour glass would serve it’s
Purpose, as if nothing else mattered
A grain at a time, counting the present with
The future always a grain away
I watched as my life passed
With sanguine slowness
Flip, an hour drains away
Flip, more presents..another future
I began to question what if…
There is no real..space..
No real galactic constant
Even though, the grains fell
What if something else were at play
Showing us what we expect to see
Yet, what if for an instant we expected
Something else, would the universe
Change? If there are no galactic
Constants, then what if we choose
To see..something else..
With that I turned to stare at into
the darkness
At the glass standing there, counting down
today’s a grain at a time , yet just for a
moment I suspected my rational mind
just seeing what was before me..
After, a couple of seconds..it stopped
Suspended between the present and the
past. Then a single grain of sand flew
Upward..

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

Lost in a world that once
had light
Had hope
Had wonder
Now it is in shadows of
Uncertainty
With everything changing
Different
Nothing remains of my
Constant solid reality
But, the memories
I feel like a child again
Everything a new idea
Everything a new experience
I look around me, and see
Confusion, loss, fear..
With a single light remaining
Burning Bright in the darkness
Guiding, Sure..
As the rest fades..
Then is
Gone
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

Half remembered book plots
Faded thoughts of people I
thought maybe I once knew
My past a blur, of things,
places, things that are long.
gone
How much was my life, really?
How much did “I”, actually live?
Was nothing really real?
It was like so many lines in a
diary, written by a stranger
From the present, I see what had
been the past, at least the past I
was told about , melt away as a
new one comes into view, a totally
alien past that has nothing to do
with my memories form.
I am left standing on a road I
don’t recognize, looking at present as
changing as malleable
Not knowing where I came from, nor
where I am..
Knowing I’m heading toward a future
that will not be written by my hand,
But..
Penned by an as yet unknown
Other.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

The Spring brings the beauty
Standing in the sunlight
I watched, from my window
As the dew touched it’s petals

Glistening in the morning light
Pale red, the others could not
Compare, as the wind gently
Opened, the soft petals

Others tried, to grow bigger
Or to smell sweeter
The pale red beauty won
Everytime

Summer came in soft rain
As warmth kissed the air
Full bloom, stood the pale
Beauty for all to behold

Yet, as fall closed in with a slight
Chill, i chose the day I would
Pick the pale red perfection
And make it my own

I had been waiting to the last minute
To allow the petals full bloom
Yet, I waited to long
For another coveted it’s beauty
Even as I watched, another
Plucked my pale beauty, leaving only
A empty spot
where it
had
been

And, loss I could never replace
in my
Soul..

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

I tried to make it right
It rained, I struggled
to hold it at bay
Yet, the day began
With, lost daylight
Lost carkeys
And, A real sense of
Waste
Somehow, it dragged
Food, then no food
The App didn’t work
I changed my shirt
And set out to make
It right, then it rained
Again..
The Apt, has to wait
Another Day
I got a headache
Where the keys were
Is still a mystery,
Were the time went
A waste
I felt like I was being
Held back
The Sun went down
Another day
Gone

You can search, and believe you have found the diamond in the ruff..
Showing the world the wonder
you have found..
Then someone tells you the diamond you have coveted, is just a piece of glass..
And, the truth is in the end, if you chase fortune, you are left with nothing, but a worthless piece of glass.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

Sometimes dreams we chase seem answered
in the blink of an eye
Tired of our lives we lead, we act impulsively
Grabbing on to today shouting “This is my dream fulfilled”, without considering the consequences
Impulsively, we act and truly, we believe we have
Our Eden…
Our Utopia…
We run hither and yon, discounting our lives
For a moment of fantasy
For a moment of bliss
For a moment of wonder
To take away the shadows of our past
To remove the pain, of the truth made plain and
The lessons learned there
We try to make our ideal come true
As we hope, yet again, we chase our dream
Only to awaken, and face the reckoning that
A dream is only a dream…
Never, a reality.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

Understand, as people stand
in silence..it maybe a reset
Or they have no words
Watch as it changes
What is truely real?

A question posed by an
Unknown person on
Social Media with feeling
As he checked his email

What if… We truely understand
The truth can bring peace to
your soul, can we change it?
I have spent countless nights
wondering..

A man sits in his living room
Contemplating particle physics,
As he plays a game to relax, not
really relaxing..

What if… they decided to silence
us? Could we say a thing we did
mattered? If the cataclysm we kept
seeing, would any of it matter?

I did what I did for love, in the hope
someone..benefited from my efforts
Yet, as I ran to the kitchen for a soda,
It happened , all of it..
Earthquakes, Tsunamis, Tornadoes
Even Nuclear war.. happened before I could
Take a drink..

Then, a flash
I sat at my table wondering
what should I write about the
PS today…
I stretched, opened my soda
Took a long drink..

As I sat there thinking, I wondered
If my research and posts really have
a purpose, and help bring peace to
their souls? Or is it all just a waste of
Time?
Even if we could Identify the cause..of ME..
of PS
Could we ever act against such a power?

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe