Woke up feeling doubt,
Though I know we can work it out
Hope , just on the horizon
As others shake in fear
Striking out in their confusion
Blindly hurt others they love
Believing the lies of generations
Afraid they are all alone
Fires burning in the streets
Reflecting the fires of hate they were taught was fate
If peace won over doctrine
And they lay their struggle down
The sickness became real
After years of bitter zeal
They had won their battles long ago
But they were told that if they stopped, their causes end would be sown
A nation cried out for unity….
A  vote was cast
Yet the tears still came
In the darkness, the evil was spawned
A generation,  you forced blinders on
The delusions and pain you have caused will be your undoing
You agents of corruption
An eye for an eye
Hurt for a hurt
Every tear you summoned from these people
Will reflect in your own countenance
When global falsehoods become transparent
The children of freedom will be avenged.

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe

Alone in the crowd
Divided in their mind
The strangers of the kind
Wage the wars of the guard
Ideas instead of love
Lost in their endless conflicts
They are never able to see….
They were used by the elite
Foot soldiers of the order
Slaves to their cause
Fighting for nebulous reasons
Even they don’t understand
Separated by design
Send to alienate, 
They burn, pillage, mock
Demons of the NWO
Unable to reason, cut off from critical thought
Lay waste to tradition
Destroy the past
Unable to comprehend the future they create
Unaware of the past, they emulate
As the cycles complete
The land is laid waste
The world burns
Society dies
Only silence is left in their wake
To mark the passage of the species called
Human.

An Original Poem By H.R Beebe

You said you need me
You want me
I’m a love
I’m an obsession
Yet we have never spoken on a phone
Or seen each other face to face
You call me husband
As you live your life alone
Call me a cheat, though I’ve slept with no one
As you ask for money…
Promise a loving life if only I wait
In a few months’ time
Patience
Two years have passed
But, those several months never do
Promises, promises of the life we will have
Future tense if I only wait,
Only listen
Only comply
Control comes in many forms
Use comes in them as well
As you live your life ….
I’m alone
You call it a relationship
To you I’m convenient
To me, you are like another bill
It’s not a real relationship
Promise a lot
Give nothing
Demand to be paid..
In the end … I’m left here
Alone

An Original Poem By H.R Beebe

How many tears
Can a people cry
When their worlds are shattered
And they didn’t know why
Or even saw it coming
The flood gates were opened
As a hurricane blew
The forests were decimated
As the mud broke loose
The rivers overflowed
Cities were drowned
Houses floated down the river
Lives were lost
As they clung to roof tops
And tree tops
They cried out for salvation
The Angels cried as they watched the scene
They thought this couldn’t happen
They thought their government cared
They thought they were secure in their mountains
They were wrong..
In the aftermath of Helene
They waited for the rescuers to come…
The nation watched
The nation waited
When …. no one but one man stepped up
To Trump, the silence with his own money
His own beliefs… and cared
The Politicians in DC were silent
The people rose up …. in voice and deed
To save who could be saved
As their brothers bled
They fought to find the means, the people
Challenged by their leaders to let them die
They rose in one voice to shout “Never”
As the days dragged on … the bodies mounted
Though hidden by the media
Those faceless victims cried out for Vengeance…
Retribution…
As the snow began to fall …
The death toll rose…
Those rescued asked, “Why?”
They were left to die by their leaders?
Why, their lives as Americans didn’t matter?
As for the dead…
They remained the silent witness
To the leaders betrayal
And the damage it had caused.

An Original Poem By H.R Beebe

Lost the wonder
Lost the light
Lost the peace I held inside
It was replaced by strife
As the people’s indifference gave way
To the ignorance of misunderstanding
Lost the spirit of freedom
Taken by propagandists
Who thrash the truth with malicious intent
And, brandish the lie as its replacement
Leaders lament Freedom as a hinderence
To control the masses
As honor died in the face
Of Globalist desire, delight
For Death
For Control
They burn down the world
With War, Storm, and Treason
They betrayed the past
Unburdened by what has been
Unburdened by a conscious or a soul
They crave control, power, wealth
As the rains fell, and the people cried out
For help, for salvation
Their pleas fell on deaf ears
Their calls went unheeded
The magnitude of the devastation unprecedented
The people’s voices went unheard
As the silence of the dead was all that was left
To mark the day…
The government finally revealed the truth
America, as it had been, was no more.
The day freedom
Died.

An Original Poem By H.R Beebe

Hidden power
Wielded with intent
To control,
To compel
Through fear, she tried to force
To steal
With a smile, she abused
Lies made weapons
Pictures as chains
In the shadows, she played the light
Misdirection to hide guilt
Professing love
But it was simple to use
The cell that was shown
Was just smoke and mirrors
A scam
A con
For material gain
In the end… not a lover or even a friend
A stranger,
A thief
Another empty vessel
Prowling the internet
To prey on men

An Original Poem By H.R Beebe

I speak and fools scorn
The world burns, yet the blind refuse to see
The pain they caused society
The harm that they have wrought
Will you defend them as they shoot your child?
Burn your home?
How much is too much?
Are you too detached to care?
As your country is dissected
A piece at a time, you remain in silence
Defending the leather gloved hand that strikes you
The boot that tramples you
What if you saw them kill a neighbor?
Beat a friend?
When will you say “Enough”?
Or will you simply remain silent?
Until you find… they have come for you too

An Original Poem By HR Beebe

I know she is out there
How long must I wait
Left to my own devices
Left to my own fate
I watched as the years ticked by
In an endless cycle
A progression of days
I stand here in silence
Alone in my bed, I lay
Faces and names
Scroll by on my screen
Yet, I exist another year alone
As I witness it in retrospect
Is she out there?
Or do I exist in a dream?
With promises of experience yet seen
Is love but a shadow?
Not meant for such as
Me?

Lost in the moments of time
Scant memories
Of Youth
Running down the cobblestone sidewalks
Chasing an umbrella
Chasing a hopeless heart
Caught up in a dream
An infatuation
Pictures in the park
Her smile , as the sun shined
Reflected on her brown hair
We laughed the laugh of promise
The laugh of hope
The unspoken passion
Never tasted, only implied
We talked, and we dreamed
We knew it wasn’t to be
Days turned to weeks
As the truth stared us both in the eye
Another betrothed to
Another history already destined
We met one last time in the park
The sky knew my pain
As she cast the verbal dagger
Apologize for the pain
Turned and walked away
The sky broke
My heart broke
It’s the closest I ever came to cry
In that moment
The rain came
That was the day my only imagined love
Left without another word
My illusion was shattered
And
Died

An Original Poem By H.R Beebe

Shadows in my mind
Hide my sorrow
Pain a constant reminder
Of what I’ve seen
In decades of life
Random Pursuits I chased it
Desired it
Craved it
Fought and lost
Yet I never found it
I saw others touch it
Taste it
Savor it
I was denied it
I searched the world
Searched the people
Even came close
It escaped me
Like mist at sunrise
A specter there for a fleeting second
Only to evaporate at the first light
Gone… leaving me standing
In a park , as the rain began
Reflecting the truth as the sky
Weeped bitter sweet tears
From darkened clouds
As above , so below
Sadness reflected in stark relief
To show my trials
And failures
My search in vain
The realization of a one-sided affair
As for love… it never died
Because it was never there
To begin with
At all.

An Original Poem By H.R Beebe