Wandering the barren scape
A storm is coming,
A memory, is all that will remain
A single thought, nothing more

In the end, had it mattered at all?
Or, was it a waste?
Was I real at all, or just a shadow on the wall
Leaving, nothing but regret?

A thousand sunrises, did I see them?
Or was it only darkness?
Did I reach out, try to make a difference?
Or , sit and watch it pass by
in a kaleidoscope of wonder and misery?

I walked the dusty path, lighting each lamp in turn
Yet, the darkness remained
No matter where I turned it was there
My protagonist, the darkness itself
To silence my effort, to hide the oil…

A uttered word, lost to the wind
In turn, each light obscured
Where were the answers
That haunted this troubled soul
Elusive, as reality, changing

The answers sought, friends lost
Always, just out of reach
I saw the truth , and yet it stayed
hidden, even in the light of day
It remained a mystery

Stopping just a moment
To scan the horizon
Trying to find my barrenings
I lit a single candle, to push back
the mounting darkness,

Just then, I saw it in the distance
The answer, I had fought for
Struggled for, longed for
A Resolution…
And.. then
The candle went out.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

The wind and the sky choose their own course
As does the woman whose heart, soul cry out for freedom
Love her, let her follow her way
Shout from the roof top your
caring.. and give her the chance
to care about you
As the sun sets, dusk darkens the land
if you treat that woman as she needs
she will be there when the sun rises
If not , then she was never yours at all.
A wild heart, is the hardest to love, and will not be tamed.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

Lost..in the simplicity of
my own wandering thoughts
I failed to notice the truth
right before me
The fact that what we desire
might not be ours at all
The rain fell on my jumbled
hair.. my shirt drenched
I kept walking
A puddle splashed dirty
water on me
All that was before me was
wet pavement, and fog
I had hoped love was a
gift .. I would recieve
Yet, as the clouds gathered
All I got was wet feet..

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

I feel
The pain
The misery
I know the truth
Even when they lie
I get a headache in the mall
When I meet you, I know who you are
Emotions are a constant awareness
Even when I try to block it out
I hear them.. sense them there
In the end, I can’t deny what
I feel

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

I dare to reach
For Stars
The Gold Ring
I constantly thought
I could succeed
Could find peace
I struggled with
The Past
Worried about
The Present
And at times
feared The Future
Though I could
get all I ever wanted
And I Will..
It’s Peace that
I have sought for
Chased down
Fought for
Worked for
And the final
Thing that makes
The rest worth
Having.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

Blood and Rain washed
the pain
Dark clouds in the distance
Lost in my thoughts
Can it be a lie
Words, strong and hard
Came like waves of
Disgust
Hits like a fist
A hammer blow to my
Heart..
A cold shadow on
my soul
Trust,
I looked into the face
Of my progenitor
Hate, is all that I saw
there..
I couldn’t believe
No
I had to see
Staring at me
Loss of all I
Was.. maybe all
I could be?
Accusations there
My progeny on the
line..
So I said ” Go to Hell”
I left the old me
Behind..
With the pain,
The mental anguish
The panic, and the
Fear
I was baptized, through
The rain and the rage
I don’t need them..
I said as I walked
Away…
Never looking back
to this place..
Or this day..

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

As the fires are burning
The smoke rising in the
Air
Finally the truth is heard
That those who represented

In our “best interests,” were
Really the protagonist in our
Real saga of urban mental
Warfare, yet not that it mattered

Anymore, all the bombs used
All the bullets shot
And..we are left in sack clothe
Lamenting the truth of it all
As the world burns
We cry for the living
We suffer in the present
What of those did not listen?
How did they fair?
The silence was deafening
As I put dirt on my forehead
I prayed to God, cursing the day
Of my birth, that it offended my
Creator so.. as
The wind continued to blow
The fires continued to burn
And..the dead didn’t care at all.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

Word’s like leaves on the ground
The winds of Socialism scattered
The Freedom
Leaving hate, where was once decent
A lone voice, crying out against
The onslaught, a hurricane of change
Leaving little hope,
We watch as treasonous dogs fought
Or the scraps of what was our rights
The enemies no longer at the gates
Now, they occupy cities, and lecture
Those who once stood for freedom now
Reduced to a group of people living
In fear..in fear of being called a Nazi,
a Racist or a ________phobic
Where is the Freedom
Where is the Liberty spelled out
in our Constitution?
The light that has shone for the whole
world to see, to aspire to…
Has dimmed as those who want power
Who want control, siphoned off
That precious freedom, the very fuel of
Liberty, only to replace it with contempt
Greed, and the lies of Socialism
And it’s illegitimate brother
Communism
A plan many hundreds of years old
To make free speech, hatred
And, to make Liberty, the enemy
In the constant striving for the
NWO, and the final imprisonment
Of the human spirit, causing death
To the human
Soul.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

From the shadows of my understanding
Like a bass drop, I see changes
A few to start, then more
Is this real, am I imagining
The Change comes, then did it happen
at all?

Like a ghost, it solidifies to something
Different, not the same
Striking like, lightning
I see the flash, of difference
Yet, similar..am I different
Is this place, different

I know what my reality was
I’m not faced with a spark of
Insanity, yet no one see’s it
It’s always been here
Yet, it isn’t
How to reconcile
How to prove it

A thousand days pass
More changes, more indifference
Reality is now, nothing but a word
With solidity, without substance
Even, the sky has betrayed my
Countenance, it’s faces both
Night and Day are strangers

I have racked my brain for
An answer, a clue to
This dilemma of understanding
Even my most outlandish
Guesses, are made reasonable
As the changes continued

And, the whole of the Paradigm
Shifted from what we thought
We knew..
To what we see transforming
Our reality
Our bodies
And, our
Understanding.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

I
Am alone
White room
White chair
Day? Night?
Concepts
Foreign in
A place where
Time is Meaningless
Space is Meaningless
I
Saw things once
A world of color
Meaning
Nothing was liquidating
Whatever existed
Was solid, was real
I
Exist in that world
Before the shifts
Before Mandela Effected
It
Before Probability Waves
Reformed
It
Before Ai experiments
In
Quantum reality
They opened
Portals
Colluded with
Demons
Coming as
Aliens
Exterterrestrial they
Said
Dimensional they
Were
And we tried to
Figure it
Out
As reality became
Less solid
Less real?
No one saw
It
The world taken
A piece at a
Time
The sheep were
Asleep
No players abound
In the end…
I found out the
Truth
And..yet it was to
Late..
It was already gone
Leaving me
Sitting in a white
Room on a white
Chair
Wondering
Why?

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe