Original Poetry By H.R. Beebe

Lost..the reality of my youth..gone are the solid bulwark of surety that was the world I called home. A storm came..and once it was gone..So to was my understanding..I’m left with only the past to ensure sanity and peace.

What is Real? A Thought? A Memory? A Touch? Yesterday is gone.. Tomorrow yet come..Only this moment is real..The rest
Is just an illusion.

Click..flash..did it happen again..my world changed by a singlar act.. All has become fluid..changing.. like a dream..yet there is no waking.
We rise, we experience and then like the pages of a book..they flip to the next chapter.
This reality once so solid..so reliable..is nothing, but an ever changing illusion.
As we stand witness to the spectacle
It vanishes..reforms then vanishes again
Like clouds on a windy day..there for a time
Then gone.

I lost the fear of my youth,
Now that I understand the truth,
That we walk this life together,
Yet sometimes we all have to
Stand alone.

Free..in a place where everything is controlled
What you eat..what you say..what you..think..
Lost is a land that you were born to
A world which may well be alien if you look to close
A veil pull over you’re eyes as you are told the same lies you’re parents were told before you
Yet, now the lie is evident..obvious..and everyone knows it..
That’s what the great deception is..you know it’s happening
Yet,
There is nothing you can do, but try to remain calm..
And, keep moving..forward.

Under a shattered sky..the people lamented their plight..with the snow now mounting..a north wind it’s constant companion..darkness reigned

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