I’m searching yet to find it
Pain to harsh to say
Lost not found
Spark the darkness
Sound then shattering silence
A touch no pleasure
Spoke without communication
Does it exist at all
Or is it just an illusion
As I wander the world reaching out…
Yet , no one was there
A bitter secret found out
Through a locked door
I was left, cold and alone
A soul existed, then did not
A decade to see the truth
Two more and another was gone
A marriage lost to fate.
A man left
Alone

An Original Poem by H. R. Beebe

Shadows in the dark
Shadows in my mind
Shadows in my heart
Shadows in time

We pass the myriad crowds
In silence, unseen
Our company to ourselves
To ourselves, we keep

We believe we are famous
We believe we achieve success
We believe we are desired
It’s all in our heads

Seeking to show meaning
Relevance, purpose
To the inherent meaningless
We assign value

As we struggle
And fight
And die
Then disappear as ghosts

In a decade maybe two
No one even remembers you
A faceless denizen
In a sea of humanity

That was born
And grew
Lived
And died

Without ever really
Knowing
Why
Alone

We believe we make a difference
We served a purpose
We made connections
We left this place as we came naked and Alone

As for all the rest
Illusions in matter
In time
It existed only in our minds

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe

Dark contemplation
As silence reigns in the moment
The empty room held quiet court
The ticking clock announced the verdict
A sentence of 4 walled isolation
Is this all there is
In a world filled with life
I am alone
Alone in my space
Alone in my head
Alone in my heart
Alone in my bed
As the days cycle in endless repetitive review
I am left to contemplate
How they disappeared
In disgust
In loss
In death
I am left in the midnight hour
To try and comprehend
The meaning of it all
If there is such a thing
While I keep my own company
Enduring each moment
Asking
Why?

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe

From shadows come substance
Contemplation profound
Quiet rumination
Not spoken Aloud
Daily conundrum
Questions gained written down
To ponder the problems
The answers to provide now
Age old wisdom yet confided
The solutions group decided
Yet will they be implemented
In my lifetime
Or buried for future generations
To be found
We struggle and Lament
All the pain that’s been caused
We could have avoided
If only it wasn’t buried
And lost

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe

Cold morning as my phone rang
Cold realization and my heart sank
The worst of messages conveyed
In word and image, my child laid
Life is so fleeting, so precious , young
Stolen in an instant , her life was done
29 years gone like a shadow struck by light
Her presence was so brutally removed from my life
In that early morning call, pain was relayed
A deadly truth was given…
In an instant of connection, I was made empty
As my life forever changed
A hope was given
Then taken in the same breath
As the truth revealed
A death had occurred
My child was
Gone

Love is not something that has limits or boundaries.   It’s a vibration, an experience, a feeling.  It is equal parts blessing and curse in that it shows you everything you can be… but it can also show you things you don’t have as well.  Love is a promise and a fulfillment at  the same time.
Love is the pentacle of man’s striving and the penultimate in his achievement
Love never fails
Through it, we gain wholeness , peace, growth, understanding
It’s through love that we reach our original purpose.
It is through love that we finally know God directly.
This is what you have done …. for me
You are love.

An Original Poem By H.R Beebe

Love , the power to build or destroy
Indomitable in its unconditional state
It is more powerful than pain or strife
Death has no dominion in its face
Hate is transformed by its presence
The stars will burn out and fall from the sky
But love never fails
It renews
It grows over time
It can overcome
Defeat evil
Grant the power to rise above any worry
It is the impetus for change
Allows one to endure
It can move a person or a world
Love is Life
Love is Light
In Love is Hope
Just as darkness marks the end
With the Dawn… Love is Renewed
It is the gift of awesome blessing
And mortal despair
It is better to have loved and lost
Then , to have never loved at all
Love is eternal
Love is the visible manifestation of the Invisible God
Love is the only tangible real thing that exists in this ever changing illusion
Love is the only reason for being

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe

The ashes of our reverie
Remain to mark the foolhardy
Pursuits of leaders that care not
The destruction as long as their agenda
Prevails
In the cold, dead eyes of the unfortunate
Those who were forced to live the policies of the insane psychopathic
With the dark result of shattered light
Their souls departed as the evil proliferated
The humanitarian became the corrupt
The benevolent became the profane
With money, the coin that was sought
Paid for in the blood of the common man
Who believed a lie, thought he was free
But never was,
Taught to give his life for an illusion
In the hopes that things will change
A fools errand of the  insane
As century after century, the same actions taken
Hoping for a different outcome …
With the leaders being the only winners
And in the end, there was no one left to complain….
As the dead remained silent
And said nothing
At all

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe

In blood, a promise made
As you swore your love
In the face of lacking faith
Pledged fealty to my wounded heart
You said you love
Evidence, on the contrary, showed
Allegiance was given to heal the pain
You took a stand as the hurt was apparent
A lifetime of pain washed away in blood and commitment
The loyal heart displayed
The words were uttered
Love declared in the moment
Solace granted a modicum of peace
To an embittered soul
And a weary traveler
Who spent 6 decades searching for
That loyal heart
And perhaps an instant of calm
Away from the accusing visuals
And worried continance
Questioning , struggling
As the days pass
The thoughts mounted
Was the sentiment real
Genuine in its intent
Or a placating measure
To hide obvious actions
That existed in plain sight?

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe

A question of trust when there is no reason
Your actions are louder than your words
Your thoughts were faithful
But the visual said more
It was just an act
Fiction staged for the masses
But , your movements spoke more
As did the touches , and the glances
As you shared the stage
And you shared the food
And you shared the moments
And the kisses, too
What is real? What is fake
Were your words just for my sake?
As you do what you do
Each day, another question
Each day, another pain
Each day, another doubt
That’s slowly driving me insane
You made me love you
Made me want to have faith
Trust is a commodity
Built on belief
That your thoughts and words meet
But your actions are speaking louder
And I don’t know what to believe
You say it’s not real
You say you don’t feel
But I see an unspoken truth
That comes through in the visual
And I know what I feel
In the question remains
Are we the fake ones?
Was our relationship ever real?

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe